2. Ragi Kana 19th May 2024
Event - 75th Edition and 76th Edition of Art Park Bengaluru
What happens when you see life sources become scarce?
When we keep a blind eye to the realities of life
Our greed takes over the necessity.
When we encroach on wetlands build towers,
Who should we blame?
Neeru …Neeru…In my dreams, I hear the sound of water drops.
Each drop of water becomes precious. Scarcity knocks on the doors.
Summer days are long Climate change is everywhere
Sometimes the wait is long.
Pots are empty
Throat is dry
Plants are drying
The animals are dying
Can water be replaced by anything else?
Dirt, froth and chemicals make a dance in our lake
The fight is on time to manage with minimum water
Sometimes, the wait is long.
The sound of tanker trucks on the end of the road
Ah! What a sense of relief
The demand is more than the supply.
What will be our future?
If we keep our blind eyes to the life source Is the end coming closer?
Even Indra (the rain god) seems to punish us for what we have done
Another day an Instagram reel of someone taking Dristi of Bangalore
There should be mantra to get back our lakes and wetlands.
We waited for rain few drops came and disappeared to make our dosa on a hot pan someone shared a joke in my post.
Childhood emotions revoked I remembered the Tanir Tanir Tamil movie
A State of Mind 'A Psychological Thirst’.
Thirst…. Thirst Neeru… Neeru nowhere shrinking body and mind, loss of hope and life source
Maybe not everyone feels the pinch
I sit in the sun-baked living room and ponder what our future holds
An urban tale of a smart city's … concrete desert.
I perform with my body enduring the mental trauma of procuring water
It is an everyday ritual...reflect with my body act.
When we keep a blind eye to the realities of life
Our greed takes over the necessity.
When we encroach on wetlands build towers,
Who should we blame?
Neeru …Neeru…In my dreams, I hear the sound of water drops.
Each drop of water becomes precious. Scarcity knocks on the doors.
Summer days are long Climate change is everywhere
Sometimes the wait is long.
Pots are empty
Throat is dry
Plants are drying
The animals are dying
Can water be replaced by anything else?
Dirt, froth and chemicals make a dance in our lake
The fight is on time to manage with minimum water
Sometimes, the wait is long.
The sound of tanker trucks on the end of the road
Ah! What a sense of relief
The demand is more than the supply.
What will be our future?
If we keep our blind eyes to the life source Is the end coming closer?
Even Indra (the rain god) seems to punish us for what we have done
Another day an Instagram reel of someone taking Dristi of Bangalore
There should be mantra to get back our lakes and wetlands.
We waited for rain few drops came and disappeared to make our dosa on a hot pan someone shared a joke in my post.
Childhood emotions revoked I remembered the Tanir Tanir Tamil movie
A State of Mind 'A Psychological Thirst’.
Thirst…. Thirst Neeru… Neeru nowhere shrinking body and mind, loss of hope and life source
Maybe not everyone feels the pinch
I sit in the sun-baked living room and ponder what our future holds
An urban tale of a smart city's … concrete desert.
I perform with my body enduring the mental trauma of procuring water
It is an everyday ritual...reflect with my body act.
(Poem Written on 27th April 2024)
My Sincere Thanks to
SG Vasudev Sir for his support and encouragement
Bhagya Ajaykumar for inviting me to the performance and the whole Team of Art Park Bengaluru for Support.
Photography by Bharath Vijay and Sandhya Lokesh
