Time Travels Ltd.

Naga Headhunters pose for the Headshot

                                                Light Bowl- A Pause in Progress On my way back I met the children of progress at the tracks of time It was a dumb crowd too absorbed in their talks and diatribes as they kept coming and going in their class equipped trains Its mighty railway engine drove them up and down the wheel of prosperity  From the dust the little circus twins emerged And began to crawl with their drum, iron hoops and bowls Putting on cheap acrobatics at the station For the passengers and the mercy of their rupee No one held their hands and lift them up No one asked them whether they were tired Nameless they were what they were: Dust which we trampled over and over Inspired by our 21 st century megalomania My heart yelled at the revelers asking if these poor little clowns were travelling with us They ...

Train of Thought This Train of thought is leading me again A ride to the destination of fame; A future of discovery and prosperity Away from this home My home of presence and gratitude Away from this garden This paddy, these livestock This wilderness and this innocence Here and Now The Metropolis is in sight Megastructures of the human mind and genius There I met a soul Explaining to me Megalomania I believed I was one of them Congregated in delirium Hill Engineers building Utopia The architect of Metropolis Here and Now Yet I suffered like some grand thief Overcome by phantasmagoria    Clouded by paranoia and grief Seeking like a mad man for a piece of solitude In the land of Dystopia I cursed that fucking train which brought me here My body and mind Amputated In this Pâturage de l'oubli Here and Now Then I hear the alarm bells of my chaos fade out To the sound of a blues rhythm Into the metallic chuggin...

Dedicated to Kris who like a beautiful chorus of a bird filled our hearts with joy and left us yearning to hear more. God bless you with peace                                                          In the Presence of Light There is a crowd in the banks Gathered before a thick fog to thank the one who sustains The Dhansiri river runs its course down with the gravity of nature The dawn is here  It appears like a chariot drawn by pink and crimson horses Young and brazen forward she comes baring her breasts The oil lamps burn on top of baskets filled with offer   And the trucks wheel up to the sand mines to carry their load of civilization Some Women take a bold dip into the cold river  With their prayers to perform an ancient ritual Steadfast to their abstinence and fasting That starte...

                       Sabitri Heisnam (LEFT)  in the play 'Pebbet' at Northeastern Hill University Shillong,  Meghalaya             Ima:  A verse in dedication of Ima Sabitri Devi The harmony of humanity in her lips Ima swirled like magic A child like playfulness springs her toes Ima brought us warmth and surprise Offering us her harvest of joy We must be selfish not to understand Ima’s love Tightfisted to embrace the language of the heart The cacophonic insanity of our virulent civilization has drowned her melody Ima, oh Ima, weep no more I shall awake free from this memoir of terror To kiss the harmony on your lips To welcome this morning that shall be no man’s property

March 2014 We arrived at the New Tinsukia Station on the 20 th of this month. Manoj who is my sister in law’s husband was accompanying me to the one and half day trip to Sadiya in the Eastern Upper Assam district of Tinsukia. Manoj has relatives living in Sadiya. He was taking me to the Gurung settlements of Pathi Pathar and Gurung Basti in Chapakhowa town of Sadiya. After travelling for more than three hours on the kuccha road we arrived at the Saikhowa ghat at the bank of the Brahmaputra. A fifteen minute sail on the ferry with a heavy load of passengers and goods got us on the opposite bank where a relay bus was waiting to take us to the town of Chapakhowa. Awaiting departure at the Saikhowa Ghat in Sadiya , Assam The Gurungs I encountered in Sadiya had all the anthropological DNA of the Gurungs I had encountered in Lamjung Nepal. Yet, at the same time they had developed other unique cultural traits different from the Gurungs of Ghalegaon and Ghanpokhara in Lamj...

Chota Gitka(left) and Bada Gitka (right) live with their grandfather. Their parents are divorced. They earlier went to a local English medium school but spend most of their time with their grandfather unable to pay their school fees. Kuchu in the middle is 4 years old. Her parents live with us here in Lahorijan Camera : Canon PowerShot G12 Shutter speed : 1/60 sec Aperture : f/5.6 ISO : 160 Focal Length : 6 mm