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In a time when the present feels punctured, we find ourselves zooming into the past or the future to find solace and sunshine.
Entropy
- a scientific concept, as well as a measurable physical property, that is most commonly associated with a state of disorder, randomness, or uncertainty.
Imagine an exotic, large, paradise bird from the Tamberine Rainforest has been unjustly held captive by a selfish rich man in the private zoo he set up to entertain his many children.
And this giant multi-colored feathered creature finds an open crack in the window one day, and manages to orchestrate a great escape…
The bird is now cruising the crow filled murky grey skies of a frenetic megalopolis free!
Searching for a route across oceans—taking in all the alien sites and sounds—as he begins his solo adventure back to the green symphony that he once called home.
We want to bring back pleasure
to our once blissfully-pink skies;
through explosions of Ethio jazz,
Electronica, Indo-disco,
and Sufi tracks.
Lava Pink Skies,
Pitch Black sparrows,
Midnight blue sands
Rove through my mind.
Dive in.
Listen to an introduction to Ayurveda by Dr. Sonera Jhaveri for Obataimu. Ayurveda is the knowledge for the maintenance of life. It integrates the individual and the cosmos in its definition of well-being and holds an alchemical understanding of the body-mind as it is constituted by the five elements or bhutas.
Swim. Dodge. Swim. Dodge. Freeze. Race. Dodge. Swim. Race. Duck. Hold your breath. Swim.
Survival is the name of the game these days. We have to live with double intensity; for we know nothing with certainty. And we just need to shake, shake, shake it all off. Allow our bodies to propel into a new embodied realm and give our minds a rest.
Traversing color-scapes, ambient trade-routes, afro-jazz. Street funk, and a touch of nostalgia.
A meteorite
A flying object from outer-space
An intervention.
Hit the earth
Erased the trampling dinosaur
Leaving but a few, on tippy-toes.
The last survivors
Evolved: shrank into birds
Small but with a tall view of the cosmos.
There’s much debate on how elephants see humans…
Some say they look at us like we do puppies
The way we look at each other on that first lick of love.
Others say, “that’s absurd!”, elephants are matriarchs—sure
But that doesn’t mean they get all mushy looking at people!
Both are in agreement; elephants display extraordinary feelings.
They even have funerals of sorts…
A lost herd member is grieved for days,
With the world’s biggest tears running down their faces.
We should be so lucky.
A touch of absurdity and magic, to pull you away from today's sloth mentality in the constraints of daily, repetitive life.
Holed up, in the middle of the Arabian Sea. He stares into the endlessness of the night.
No signal. Like a hedgehog in winter, he scavenges within his burrow.
The ocean—she’s angry—they say.
He slinks around the lighthouse. Stuck. Like a cat. Resentfully locked in.
Rummaging through the neglected drawers and cases hoarded in the tower, he plays. Flips through dusty records, swaying alongside the gaslight in the wind.
The Lighthouse drips, floods, trembles, flickers.
The beat continues.
He smiles as the sun finally rises. Welcomes the blinding peace, he pops his head out of the window, “Proud to be alive.”
A sea of plastic; in all its ugliness washes up, encompassing the lighthouse. He dives back into his tower, bolts all the doors and windows—with his records on repeat.
Bossa Nova classics from Brazil, a lyrical fusion of samba and jazz.
My heart is saggy.
My bones weigh me down—when they don’t lay beside you.
I see your face in the blur before me.
I bump into everything.
Falling in love—is a catastrophe.
The next morning, the cactus woke up to the warmth of the sun.
As she opened her eyes, breathing deeply, she realized something was touching her. Softly and curiously. It was a pleasant, happy feeling.
She looked down. She was covered in beautiful flowers. Scarlet with long red tendril-like petals filled with honey and pollen.
Small bees hummed noisily as they harvested tiny drops of sugar from inside the flowers. Blue-winged butterflies sipped themselves into a nectar-induced stupor. Fluttering heavily from one flower to the next. The cactus sighed, out of a deep and true happiness. She was having a festive morning.
Flash. Click. Racing between parties. Three more to go.
She squeezed into a banana-yellow afro batik dress.
His retro sunglasses sitting on his nose. Holding his feather wand. Mr. Magnin light his cigarette. She responds with a flamboyant, hip-thrusting pose. Curtain unfurled.
They dialed 160. Quiet spots. Whispers on the line. Four of them grooving in a red phone box.
A simulated future experiment brings ‘dating’ down to a new form of ‘data’. The application boldly does not consider looks, race, color, religion or societal compatibility. After centuries of basing ‘attraction’ on artificial beauty—geneticists, scientists, biologists, techies and noses—together designed a smell-based method of matching biological immune systems. Phones of the future will carry around our pheromones as I.D. like the ones today use thumbprints. People will fly across borders—a new wave of globalization—seeking to create super-breeds. The modern app, ‘Phinder’, allows you to swipe scent till your left hand turns fluorescent green and sends a signal of natural selection to the brain like a thunder-bolt. This jolt will be understood as ‘raw love’ for generations to come.
A simulated future experiment brings ‘dating’ down to a new form of ‘data’. The application boldly does not consider looks, race, color, religion or societal compatibility. After centuries of basing ‘attraction’ on artificial beauty—geneticists, scientists, biologists, techies and noses—together designed a smell-based method of matching biological immune systems. Phones of the future will carry around our pheromones as I.D. like the ones today use thumbprints. People will fly across borders—a new wave of globalization—seeking to create super-breeds. The modern app, ‘Phinder’, allows you to swipe scent till your left hand turns fluorescent green and sends a signal of natural selection to the brain like a thunder-bolt. This jolt will be understood as ‘raw love’ for generations to come.
A fresh mix of soul, R&B, synth-pop and jazz hooks as an ode to Bombay’s once glistening coastlines, shallow seas and vibrant marine life.
A small blueman patiently sat by the window, looking into the dancehall. The cyan parrot outside giggled softly to herself. Elated as she watched him wait. She finally appeared at the entrance. Dark Kohl-lined eyes. Sun-warmed skin. He savored glimpses of her enviously as she moved. Her big gold hoops swayed as if in the wind. Her booty pop in hot-pink batty-riders.
He always wanted to be a dancehall queen.
He fell into a hallucination under the shadows of the voluptuous full moon. Closed eyes. His skin began to ripple. Clashing cymbals. Ratte of kettle drums. The beating grew louder. He was now a boy in a body-con skirt. Smooth calves. Stomping heels. He seduced the beats. One! Two! Three! Dripping, soaking wet. The spotlight faded.
Until they dance again.
Roll down your window and gaze into the distant sunset with some of our indie tropical vibes to conclude the summer.
