the summer heat was literally frying the eggs above our room and the sky was bright and showing its full anger .. before i go ahead i would like to remind you that this is the way i start my writing be it serious or humourous, i just have to start with the climate,there s no reason for this, and i would not want to defend it either. i think being in installation art has its strange ramifications, we just stop defending things and basically know that there s a reason behind everything but until and unless we dont find what the reason is, we just might as well say there s no reason behind it.
actually the way i felt that time was second to none in my relating with the goddamn climate. but all things said it really was hot.....
we could see the heat seep inside our bodies and making us this mutilated half brain dead things which would capture the imagination of any one whose is into gore metal ( read Hemant) but i was feeling sorry for karen .. ok i admit it was hell but i cannot for the life of it imagine what she had to go though. if louis pasteur would have been alive if could not have been more happy to see how the process of pasterisation wokred . in this case de pasterisation.. from the sub zero canadian climate to super hero indian masala tadka of the garma garam climate.
talk of climate is also one of the first thigns any person will do with someone whom they ve just met after embarking from a journey. i find it absurd when people enquire about the climate, i wonder what purpose does it serve, what sinister pleasure does one derive from the talk of baseless talk of climate. maybe this talk of mine on climate is also pointless. maybe someone should ask me to shut up .. ha! cant happen, also i am begining to find out why am i boring people with this talk of climate.
as you will see the issue if climate will have a direct relevance to our talk here and the happenings of two twisted people along with one sane (??) person who chalk out what needs to be done with things are too hot to handle.
for starters karen fell ill and this was enough to trigger off suro sir into this cacophony of verbiage rantings. but do not mistake it for an outburst of an uncivilised person, this mass of the man was an artist, a different breed altogether, hence it was not like i ll kill you sorts anger but more like i ll kill myself anger.
the pace of the work was suffering because karen was suppose to do some really important work which suro sir kept saying i can do it i can do it but never did it.
i realised how twisted the exigencies of climate can be and there just no evading from climate one way or the another.
essentially this is what the climate was doing . it was trying to hamper the equilibrium of that space called khoj studio. anyway now i think things are back to normal and we are in reckoning again..
so basically it was the climate .. -------- Shaahkar
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