CULTURE CURRY
piece by piece I gather those scattered moments filling up my jar with dimes, nickels and cents I stow away the pain, the ache, hide my tears hoping in vain the dark hungry rain cloud clears CULTURE CURRY: A FEEL ABOUT FACTS... I don't particularly like to read the newspaper or see news bulletins on TV. Its boring. Too factual and often devoid of the truth. Too conditioned and twisted for my liking. CULTURE CURRY: A UNIQUE BURDEN An expression of my influences during my journey in my voice November 10, 2015. A Unique Burden CULTURE CURRY: THE RELIGION OF AGE I am sitting on
one of those stone parapets just outside the Pantheon in the histor CULTURE CURRY: ON THE MARK... Its a fine Saturday morning. I am cozily wrapped inside the many layers of my blanket. Its the typical August laze of the morning that keeps me tucked in long after I have woken up. CULTURE CURRY: SIMPLY TABOO Water is essential for survival. Trees shed leaves in autumn. The sun is hot. Bitter gourd is bitter. White color is better to wear in summe CULTURE CURRY: 2012
I still remember the fine September day when we first talked shook hands, smiled And the journey we took over months and years The endless moments of joy new adventures, thrills CULTURE CURRY: STORY TELLING During the long summer vacations, every evening I would sit down next to my grandmother, assisting her in her evening chore – peeling off the semi hard shell of the seeds that she extracted from the musk melon we had had the previous day. CULTURE CURRY: TRAVELOGUE: MY TRYST WITH GOA Dil Chahta Hai - the iconic film of the year 2001 - has a famous episode when the three heroes of the film visit Goa. Idyllic beaches, pleasant weather, lot of scenic beauty, sexy foreigners and loads of masti (apart from a not so memorable incident with Saif Ali Khan). CULTURE CURRY: MARCH 2006 Rating: ****1/2 Nagesg Kukkunoor - the name deserves a mention before I start with my review of his new movie Iqbal. An ex-engineer and a terrific filmmaker.
CULTURE CURRY
piece by piece I gather those scattered moments filling up my jar with dimes, nickels and cents I stow away the pain, the ache, hide my tears hoping in vain the dark hungry rain cloud clears CULTURE CURRY: A FEEL ABOUT FACTS... I don't particularly like to read the newspaper or see news bulletins on TV. Its boring. Too factual and often devoid of the truth. Too conditioned and twisted for my liking. CULTURE CURRY: A UNIQUE BURDEN An expression of my influences during my journey in my voice November 10, 2015. A Unique Burden CULTURE CURRY: THE RELIGION OF AGE I am sitting on
one of those stone parapets just outside the Pantheon in the histor CULTURE CURRY: ON THE MARK... Its a fine Saturday morning. I am cozily wrapped inside the many layers of my blanket. Its the typical August laze of the morning that keeps me tucked in long after I have woken up. CULTURE CURRY: SIMPLY TABOO Water is essential for survival. Trees shed leaves in autumn. The sun is hot. Bitter gourd is bitter. White color is better to wear in summe CULTURE CURRY: 2012
I still remember the fine September day when we first talked shook hands, smiled And the journey we took over months and years The endless moments of joy new adventures, thrills CULTURE CURRY: STORY TELLING During the long summer vacations, every evening I would sit down next to my grandmother, assisting her in her evening chore – peeling off the semi hard shell of the seeds that she extracted from the musk melon we had had the previous day. CULTURE CURRY: TRAVELOGUE: MY TRYST WITH GOA Dil Chahta Hai - the iconic film of the year 2001 - has a famous episode when the three heroes of the film visit Goa. Idyllic beaches, pleasant weather, lot of scenic beauty, sexy foreigners and loads of masti (apart from a not so memorable incident with Saif Ali Khan). CULTURE CURRY: MARCH 2006 Rating: ****1/2 Nagesg Kukkunoor - the name deserves a mention before I start with my review of his new movie Iqbal. An ex-engineer and a terrific filmmaker.
CULTURE CURRY
piece by piece I gather those scattered moments filling up my jar with dimes, nickels and cents I stow away the pain, the ache, hide my tears hoping in vain the dark hungry rain cloud clears CULTURE CURRY: 2019
piece by piece I gather those scattered moments filling up my jar with dimes, nickels and cents I stow away the pain, the ache, hide my tears hoping in vain the dark hungry rain cloud clears CULTURE CURRY
An expression of my influences during my journey in my voice... SEPTEMBER 03, 2019
WAITING WHILE IT IS... _Copyright (C), Puneet Gupta, Sep 2019_ piece by piece I gather those scattered moments filling up my jar with dimes, nickels and cents I stow away the pain, the ache, hide my tears hoping in vain the dark hungry rain cloud clears for I have been fighting for us, I have been strong perhaps we've been waiting... waiting for so long sifting through the ashes of our painted history I don't know what I seek, desperate to be free to soar like an innocent untainted white dove trying to remember falling in what they call love I do not know who was right, if I was wrong but we have kept it waiting... waiting for so long emptying the space, hidden nooks of my mind I know not if anger, hurt have made me blind my instinct right now is to swim, not drown in the pool of misery, to not let myself down I missed the love story, the romantic title song haven't we been waiting... waiting for so long? gripped by fear, entering a world of not knowing I hope, I wish, I pray that I will keep growing for life does not give everyone another chance so I go on, smiling, coping, living in this trance fighting my demons, willing myself to stay strong knowing we have been waiting... waiting for so long. moving away, moving on, flying away like a bird no real honest truth in any phrase, any word for the heart bleeds, leaving a piece of me behind a friend, a mate, who is caring, adorable, kind I wish this would last, that we weren't so wrong but then we've both been waiting... for so so long. Posted by Artist.By.Chance at Tuesday,
September 03, 2019
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JANUARY 26, 2018
THIS IS PERHAPS IT... _Copyright (C) 2018, Puneet Gupta_ pacing up and down, dark thoughts I fight waiting, desperate for her to come home, willing the moon to shine brighter tonight, texting, calling her unreachable phone, looking at the hands in the clock, picturing what might have kept her away, hoping she's just around the next block, saying all the god's names I pray, twitching, eyes closed lying on my back, aching for the end to this horrid dream, planning my best course of payback, choosing whether to shout, yell or scream, straining to hear that evasive knock, shuttling between anger and fear, drowning out what the news people talk, drinking coffee to keep my head clear, trying to focus, breathing in and out, reaching out to friends and more, fighting my frail nerves, that doubt, facing that dreading chill in my core, cursing now, tired, helpless, cold, hating every moment, eyes too dry, feigning hope, lost at being bold, berating myself, thoughts go awry, struggling as I do, in she walks, smiling, waving, blind to my sweat, hurrying about, merrily she talks, hale, under no kind of any threat, breathing fine, no foul dramas, joking that her silly phone died, changing into her yellow pajamas, unpacking the order of chicken fried, stopping to see as I rise in anger, raging, howling, bellowing steam, serving the end of this cliff-hanger, boxing my fist into the pillar beam, claiming viciously her love lacks, pulling away as she comes near, slowing down finally in my tracks, struggling to get my head clear, fearing what she would make of this, finding me in this strange land, knowing how much I'd been to bits, needing for her to hold my hand, lowering my eyes I openly speak, confessing openly my stupid love, kissing her gently on the cheek, loving hopelessly my angel dove, pinching myself, saying a grace, soaking in that smile, her wit, thinking of my happy place, concluding this is perhaps it! Posted by Artist.By.Chance at Friday,
January 26, 2018
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NOVEMBER 04, 2017
LIKE SPOON & KNIFE
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_ _Copyright (C) 2017, Puneet Gupta_ together, close, yet so far again like tracks under a rusty train amid the giggles, the joy tonight brews an argument, another fight partners, like spoon & knife chosen companions for life red roses, trips across nations such empty, fake celebrations practiced smiles, vacuous hugs slime, murk gathering under rugs walking together, hand in hand over an unfamiliar, hostile land the surf broken, the tide rough finding love frustrating, tough amid cavernous silences so stark the air heavy, the sky dark muddled thoughts, mayhem, chaos that stifling suffocation of loss trying to win a losing game a hopeless moth to the flame holding on, clinging for life dear gripped by one ominous fear eroding, shredding bit by bit just a flicker where fires once lit ironing the creases out in vain aching in anguish, hurt and pain tugging at shackles, pulling at chains fighting to save a little of what remains answer that question once more closing with resolve that open door what if to be whole, to be alright means walking alone into the night Posted by Artist.By.Chance at Saturday,
November 04, 2017
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APRIL 22, 2017
THE MAZE
the world of the living dead the loop, the story, the hosts the two minds within my head the phantoms of morbid ghosts the pull from beyond the precipice the urge so strong, acrid, keen the treasures hidden in every crevice the desires yearning for the unseen the empty kegs, the beer, the wine the numbing melody in the air the stained knife soaked in brine the charade of this ghastly fair the hustler swindling the swine the hungry lusting for a kill the bloody claim for what is mine the reverie, the core of free will the call, the whispers, the voice the ringing of the chapel bell the wrong but the right choice the eternal damnation in hell the pulp, the rind, the peel the darkness darker than coal the truest, the absolute feel the death of an innocent soul Copyright (C) 2017, Puneet Gupta _Inspired by the TV Series Westworld (http://www.hbo.com/westworld)_ Posted by Artist.By.Chance at Saturday,
April 22, 2017
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APRIL 01, 2017
UNSHACKLED
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Envying the tall boy at school Short, skinny, trying to act cool amid taunts, no solace or relief 'It'll get better soon' his belief Staring at windows in the mall Awkward, alone, weirdly small tugging at his sweater brown Hopelessness, a perennial frown Living in his own lonely box Spotted face after chicken pox in pain, despair, air too thick Nothing but his shoes to kick Sprouting beard, dry and rough Doting parents not enough to keep his welling anger at bay Life's bucket filled with dismay Holding that thought and this Grudging all that he did miss while others made merry Sliding down that dingy quarry Trudging slowly, hiding, afraid Safe, sensible choices made with honest prayers from the heart Some sweetness please with the tart Tasting joy, courting success but then Skeptical, counting if and when he might lose the little he had found What goes up might come around Rolling down the windows tonight Praying again with all his might to set him free from this jail Just one happy passage in his tale Dreaming, tossing, turning last night Jolted, thinking "this isn't right" for life is not meant for moping "Red's not my color", he was hoping Bristling leaves, dawn of the day Chirping birds flying to the bay brought a smile, distant but alive A will, a new promise to thrive Waking up after being awake Decisions, choices he must make now, in this moment, today Like a mound of raw, wet clay Stepping towards the centerstage Unshackled, free from his cage of misery, sorrow, sadness and fear A brand new beginning so near... _Copyright (C) 2017, Puneet Gupta_ Posted by Artist.By.Chance at Saturday,
April 01, 2017
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