Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Moon and Us





Five of us, worked with a visiting artist Joanna Griffin and conducted a workshop for 15 children from the fifth grade in the Aditi school- Bangalore, for one of the projects we are working on , based on the moon and space missions. Our aim was just to find out how children of that age relate to the moon and how much they actually knew about space and that celestial body. We had projected a big image of the moon on the floor and put some white paper on it and told the kids to draw whatever they wanted to on their moon. Whatever associations they had, like songs, stories, facts and pictures they wanted to put onto it.

Before they started on their big moon, we had given them their small individual moon to put down any thoughts, just to get them started.






The end product was mind blowing and the children were a delight to work with. Their voices screaming and screeching, shouting out the most interesting things, ones we would have never even thought of and also their kiddy politics of which boy or girl to listen to and who was the smarter one and who owned more dogs! Their conversations never failed to make me laugh! The things they came up with were quite interesting. They had pictures of celebrities on the moon, all sabotaged, cut up or destroyed with blood oozing out from all directions. They had green and pink ‘celebrity eating aliens’ who were probably the cause of their disfigured bodies on the moon. They had a zebra crossing, a flat screen TV, a swimming pool and lots of other things!

Once they had transformed the moon into what they wanted, we had a small discussion about invasion/inhabiting the moon and how in a few years we humans are probably going to get there. We showed them some slides with pictures created by various people of the future moon with some plants and small buildings and rockets. We then asked them how much they knew about what already existed in the moon and they seemed to be pretty well informed! Craters, flags, Armstrong’s footprint gasses, no gravity were some of the things they told us. They also had many questions to throw back at us!

Once the discussion was done, we asked them if they liked the actual moon or their painted moon. Some said this and some said that. One little girl was a bit doubtful though. She said “humm…even though the actual moon is all grey and not colourful and all.. I guess that is the natural thing...so I think that looks better!” When we suggested a mix, most seemed to agree! So, we covered half of their moon with white paper so they could see the projection of the actual moon on half while their painted moon rested on the other half. One girl immediately said, “No! Not that half! Please cover the other half, because we want the flat screen TV and the swimming pool!”



It was good to see how children related to the moon though. One major drawback was definitely the fact that they didn’t seem to use the canvas as the moon. Though initially hesitant about ‘Spoiling’ the moon, they went crazy after 15 of them crowded around to paint all they wanted! They did know a lot though. If we had given them the right triggers in the presentation about the physical attributes of the moon and what all exists and doesn’t exist, maybe they would have considered the craters and used one of those as their swimming pools instead of drawing a big blue pool in a random area on the moon!

One comment I can’t fail to mention! When I asked one of the boys to write about his thoughts on the moon, he immediately said ‘THE MOON IS MEANT FOR BAD GUYS!” I was a bit puzzled initially. I asked him why he said that. He replied saying, “Haven’t you seen it in the movies? The good guy always punches or kicks the bad guy and he flies out from the earth and lands on the moon! So I’m sure it is full of bad guys!” :) I though that was a pretty amazing observation!

Monday, March 17, 2008

Goat Yoga





In Melkote, a small temple town that we had visited for our study trip. Melkote was filled with goats, sheep, temples and lovely ancient architecture. I could not help noticing this Mr. Goat on a small high patch in strange and funny positions, almost like posing for me to take his picture. He would change his position periodically. It reminded me of yoga for some reason!

Secure


Before I loose touch,
And the connection is broken.
Before the thread that holds me
Slips inch by inch
Stretching and sinking due to the burden
Snaps above me,
I need to hold on
.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Solitary Light



I'm not the only one starin' at the sun
afraid of what you'd find if you took a look inside
not just deaf and dumb I'm staring at the sun
not the only one who's happy to go blind
-U2
Starring at the sun

Ride away!



Bicycles have somehow played a real important part in my life. It began with my childhood days. The 4th to 6th standard rides to school with my brother, across the busy main roads, the 9th to 11th standard sunday afternoon rides past the school gate or to the mango groove. Desperately trying to keep up with the boys who were twice as fast as me. They would cycle 50 meters ahead and wait for me to catch up!
College did not see the end of it either. To and fro, everyday in my 'Hero Atlas' men’s bike I ride, ignoring all those eyes that stare as I swish by. My feet barely touch the ground, but this is the best I’ve ever had! A hand me down. I take care of it like my baby. Spring clean on Sundays.

The most memorable, long cycle trip I’ve ever been on.
Six of us, before the break of daw
n with our breakfast and lunch packed, set off on a Sunday morning.
No planned route in our agenda. Eight hours of non- stop cycling.
Darkness, hot chai, cold morning, conversations, waiting, silence, speed, races, papayas, flat tyres, pushing. You name it, we had it!

One other time was, when I cycled with a friend of mine in south Bombay, all the way from Walkeshwar to Nariman point. I never knew Bombay was such a gorgeous city till then! Cycling down those wide roads along the sea shore with a camera around my neck was just the perfect thing to do on a sunday morning. Not to forget that we died while cycling up those steep hills on the way back, in the afternoon when the sun was at its peak. The 'nariyal wala' on the way was a perfect delight. Possibly the best thing that could have happened to us at that moment, but the uphill was definitely worth it for the downhill experience. Its the best slope I've been on so far!

Here are some of the pictures I took on the way...


Birds at Chowpati




Walkeshwar Slope!



Nariman Point



Cycling in the rain is plain joy. It is one of those simple pleasures in life. Singing loudly in the process, even better.

The best part of a riding experience is undoubtedly going down a steep slope, without any traffic, at an insane speed, forgetting that breaks ever existed. This is ‘an absolutely liberating experience’, as Dore would say! Closest to flying one can get, while still on the ground. The cold wind against my face as I pedal swiftly gives me goose pimples. I never want those slopes to end! Sometimes I take the longer route from college back to the colony just for the downhill experience.


Cycle in Melkote :)





















Carpet



I walk out every morning, to step onto the bright flowers strewn at my doorway.
Inviting, they take me into wonderland.
I stride out with my chin held up high.
They embrace me,
Make me feel like a queen.

Blackbird




Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

-Blackbird
The Beatles






















Sudden love for blackbirds,
I guess it was meant to be.
A few weeks ago, this song was all over Facebook.
‘Which Beatles song describes your life at the moment?’
It was sad I didn’t get this one, instead I got ‘Let it be!”
Then the trip to Melkote.
Crows or ravens? How could one tell the difference?
That is of no concern now though.
I saw the same scene there.
This song played in my head for days like a stuck tape.
A blackbird perched high on the wires attached to the long pole, is such a picturesque scene.
It 's something about that stark blackness on the thin and fragile wire against the bright blue sky.