Woo-doo And Art Don’t Mix

I cant keep it in my system any more.. Really No, Not any longer, I have to let it out, I have to say it out loud and clear. So here it is:

It was just day before yesterday. It was a clear evening. The sky was shining blue. The weather was just right, a bit towards warm, enough to make me sweat a bit in my non Air-conditioned car but it was a fine day.

I entered this absolutely amazing art school dotted with brilliant faces of young art students who are studying to become eminent artists in the future. Housed in this School of art in a beautiful gallery, and I was completely taken back the moment I entered this gallery.

A hall of the gallery was lined with digital displays showcasing a number of video art peaces, which is a fairly rare site in Pakistan. I expected something out of the box, unique and impactful much to my dismay none of the videos were up to my expectations besides only a few and they too could a bit more creativity.

There was a small installation and a few more artworks made some really good and some just average. In all the show was not a total disappointment.

But then it was announced that we will also be the witness of a performance. Now this sounded interesting so I decided to stay a bit longer and only minutes later for ladies dressed in Black entered the gallery. They sat on the floor cross legged in a circle and instantly a music began to play, and with the start of this music these four ladies started to move their upper body in a circular path. Then they stood up and went to the other part of the gallery up stares and then when they came back to this hall again and chose a different corner to sir and move their body with the music.

It was that very moment I felt a chill go through my spine. “OOH MY GOD !! ” I thought “this cant be it !!”. I had never thought faith healers exist among artists and in art schools. I realized that this gallery was possessed by an evil sprite, a dispirit evil sprite and these four women, In the name of performance were trying get rid of the vicious evil ghost. Like all faith healers these troupe of four never declared that they would be performing a ritual here to purify the space or the devil’s evil shadow would have gone away for the time and wouldn’t have been cough unexpectedly by surprise.

But ghost were not the only ones who they managed scare away. I noticed many people some well noted people too moved away from these faith healers when they started their fourth and final part of the ritual. Now the air felt heavy and I felt a strange numbness in my mind, but I continued to watch.

Moments later as their performance or the ritual ended I was totally light headed and the gallery felt a bit more silent and the air around me a little darker and I realized I was not the same any more, Now I was not living in to any misconceptions, I was certain that I know nothing, NOT a WORD, of the thing called ART. My brains remained numb for almost 2 hours after that.It may have been an evil sprit they wanted to get rid of, which may have taken a refuge in my brains somewhere. I am not sure if they got rid of this evil sprit but surely they did ended up eliminating all traces of finery from Art that evening.

The sun was now an dull shade of orange, the air was heavy with smog while I was on my way home totally exhausted, splattered with dabs of blue with a soul dipped in grey of nothingness.

Random craziness and Depression gets the blame.

It’s been a while since I have written anything here. Depression is the culprit I would be blaming this time for my disappearance. I wouldn’t say what exactly it was that brought the depression crashing into my head and whirling in my body but it was there and I didn’t want to write anything on the blog. But with some efforts finally I am sort of over with it. Took me a month to do so but finally I am through sitting in the room alone doing nothing and reading that miserable story of the misery an Irish family went through centuries ago ….

But just to clarify I have not been all that cranky during this period of time, let me tell you I have worked on some brilliant ideas One popped up in my head just hours back when a friend of mine told me she has meetings with four different clients and a cricket match to play later.

I told her to hold the meeting during the match while she will be batting through a microphone concealed in her helmet this way if a client of her annoys her she can aim the ball towards him and hit for a Sixer, the annoyance will end and so will her client. She can then tell her the remaining three “one Down three to go”.

I wonder if this could be done in real life with clients you annoy to till you brain turns to a sour pudding.

I have also been asking people to toss their bosses into the dustbins, hang them out in the window to dry for few days, make their clients drink tea with red chilies and give their annoying relatives laxatives in chocolate pudding at a deserted beach where they don’t even find a bathroom to relieve them selves and eventually end up leaving an unbearable stink in the their car on their way home .. :P

God I have been mean, and Ohh this shows how desperately I want a good, light an’ happy book to read. Something, the sort of writing I came across at the event yesterday. I am talking about the “Tunnel Vision” and of course then there is another one by Maniza Naqvi and yet another one…. the three books I gladly plan to be spending my whole month’s earnings for…. :P

You see I have been really crazy, and I blame it all to the depression, it’s not my fault really, it’s not.