S asks: ‘Am I in the clouds? because I can’t see it’. A question that I find myself lost in. I can’t put my finger on it, but it is a beautiful question. You can see when you are not in the clouds, I think. I will spend countless seconds thinking about this.
Me, S and N had biked to a betta in Chintamani, we walked where only donkeys and sheep seemed to have, and touched water that only caterpillar poop seemed to have touched.
On the way to Channapatna from Ramnagara, there is the Kengal Aanjaneya temple, where the women of Manesiri had put up a stall
Turtles in the temple pond
  • I noticed a few months ago that MS Palya is Mohammed Sab Palya, on the plaque at the circle. The MS Palya - Vidyaranyapura - Attur - Yelahanka appears clearly segregated along religious and class lines. Mosque and meat shops on one side, and narrow streets and small homes are clustered far away from streets with cars and sidewalks and wide buildings.
A street close to the MS Palya junction
At the junction
  • I’ve not run as much as last week. But I am happy that the desire to run has not reduced. Waking up earlier has also given a sense of comfort in what i’ve begun to establish as routines.
At the Doddabommasandra kere. From a run. Left.
At the Doddabommasandra kere. From a run. Right.
  • Citthiram Pesuthdai, is my third film in attempting to close read Mysskin’s films. I watched Anjaathey and Yuddham Sei before this. His characters are so complicated, that they are real, they are true, and represent moral dillemas that would turn my gut, like he intends them to. Save my sister or the young boy whose sister was raped and killed? Marry the love of my life or let her know that her widowed father used to visit sex workers? I am dumbstruck by the moral spine that these characters show in all their fibrously grey writing, and Mysskin has earned a fan. Sangeetha shared that she is a fan of Mysskin’s films, which led me to watch these
Anjaathey
Yuddham Sei
Citthiram Pesuthadi


I learnt that the cult popular song Vaalameenukkum Vilangumeenukum, a song that I’ve never spent time listening to the lyrics of, but i’ve heard for all the years of my life…is from Citthiram Pesuthadi… https://youtu.be/PMi42cz5j2U

  • For a few years now I have been dabbling with spatial narrative making tools. With Research Narratives or Kaagada or in other work. What I found difficult to wrap my head around was hosting. Image hosting, database hosting, website hosting. But now that within Aruvu I’ve had the opportunity to host and dabble with services and linux, I’m able to imagine these pipelines. This week, I started work on a long standing imagination of ours, multimedia narratives on the PGSL platform. This is a QGIS -> QField -> GeoServer and Minio -> PGSL site. We selfhost GeoServer and Minio, have a subscription for hosting on QField servers and the PGSL site is hosted on Cloudflare pages. Exciting futures ahead…
Accessible at https://.pgsl.aruvu.org
They light up in my eyes. Or maybe my brain. Does my eye see or does my brain? Whoever it was, the bricks standout like stars in a nightsky i have not seen in a long time. Somewhere 80kms away from krpura, in a betta close to Chintamani, red and branded construction bricks are now newly part of the stony environment on the top. There appear to have been only stones from an old fort, now they have red bricks, orange cranes and yellow bulldozers for company, for the foreseeable future.
  • I breathed and pranced around after a long time. It was a quickly made, less thought of plan.
Old and new stones are mixed. Some appear too cleanly cut, as if there was a ruler to measure. Sometimes these fit in with the rocks from the times of the fort. Once ruled, now ruler-ed?😝
Crisrossing cuts in the rock. Water?
Mushroom from dung
In all of the glory of clean air and being at 1200mts, S admires the dung mushroom
A panchayat is very prooud of being filled with industries
Somewhere before this panchayat lays a road that is yet to snake into the field, also visible in the photo