By-lanes 09: Mood of Choladhara house, Jorhat

In By-lanes, I narrate experiences of the Serpentine journey, full of detours, diversions, tangents, and by-lanes. Name inspired by the song By-lanes by friend Lueit Parasar. Check: https://soundcloud.com/adimachine/

In my earlier post  I was narrating how because of my mobile malfunction I couldn't take any snaps to capture the Serpentine, shady ambience of our uncles/ ancestral Choladhara house. However, later after chanting Rahu Ketu mantras, a roundabout solution presented itself. I took snaps from my aunt Bulas mobile and blue-toothed each one separately/ individually to my mobile. Then I  transferred the images from my mobile to the PC. Aunt Bula's Nokia mobile camera is a bit blurry but this "mistake" captured perfectly, the cloudy TENEBROUS, hazy serpentine atmosphere of the house. EVEN in broad daylight. With the Serpentine Lords, the erratic mistakes, the offshoots, detours, by-lanes become the indispensable organic part of the intended objective. Thanks to the Serpentine Lords, I could for the first time capture the tenebrous ambience, the shady tangential, serpentine by-lane energy of the Choladhara house. Thru the  images below..

 

By-lanes 08: Choladhara house, Jorhat

In By-lanes, I narrate experiences of the Serpentine journey, full of detours, diversions, tangents, and by-lanes. Name inspired by the song By-lanes by friend Lueit Parasar. Check: https://soundcloud.com/adimachine/

Late late night, 1:30 am, 11oct, Thursday, uncles/ancestral house at Choladhra, Jorhat. Reached here late evening. While coming on the bus, began chanting Vishnu's Meen Avatar mantra for the first time. To amplify and boost Ketu energies. And later Varaha Avatar mantra to boost Rahu energies.
 Later reaching Jorhat went for a dinner with my uncle and aunt. It was formal but the style of chicken and pulao was forgotten, ancient, colonial. I suddenly became ravenous. The taste opened a doorway into a forgotten world.
Now at the tenebrious ambience of our Choladhara house. Lying in the NE room typing.  Wanted to click a zillion gothic snaps of the night ambience of this house, but the camera stopped working. Typically unpredictable of the Serpentine energies. Now, its upto my word to express the thick, inky, tenebrous gloom late at night, in this house. All around me, the energy of objects seeped in the ancient dust of forgotten yesterdays. This house has had a long history of religion, magic, occult. And the thick inky darkness prevalent in the air carries the aura/ vibration/ shadows of those residual vibrations. Of  sacred secrets lost in time. It's so perfect that this Pitri/ Preta pakshya finds me lurking in the shadowy gloom of my ancestral roots. Inside the tenebrous gothic gloom of the Choladhara house. Inside here, my sensations go haywire, I become infused with a zombie/ animal energy. There's an electrifying eroticism in the nighttime silence of this house. Also the blood curdling terror of residual spirits. Strange sounds and sensation that make your skin crawl. An extreme mixture of Terror and Carnality. Whenever in the past I've landed up here, it has always led to late, late nights. And me up all night, coping/ working with some form of raw primitive magick. This is the first time I'm blogging live from my occult roots @  Choladhara house. Again some strange noises outside/ on the roof. Hope I live to see the light of day...!!!!  
Thanks to the Serpentine Lords for allowing me to narrate such shady Serpentine by-lanes, so primordial to my being...

By-lanes 07: Tangents of Mercies..

In By-lanes, I narrate experiences of the Serpentine journey, full of detours, diversions, tangents, and by-lanes. Name inspired by the song By-lanes by friend Lueit Parasar. Check: https://soundcloud.com/adimachine/

 On 17th Sept, my 39th birthday, I went to drop my wife Sangeeta at the airport. We were both at hometown Guwhati, but she had to return to Delhi for some urgent work. It was Biswakarma Puja, the Lord of architects. And celebrations all around. We went to our dads office for the Biswakarma puja enroute to the airport. Suddenly reaching the airport, I found wife Sangeeta's laptop bag missing. I had left it the office!!! Hardly any time for her flight left, and all important documents etc inside!! It was impossible for someone to reach from That far away. My wife was all fire/ brimstone/ Chamunda Kali avatar. A sight to behold.
Suddenly I called up my young friend Masfique Ali Hazarika. He happened to be near our office. And soon got hold of the laptop bag also. But too far away, too much distance, so I lost hope. But I began praying to God for some mercy, some miracle. The clock started moving in super slow motion. Each second stretching into infinity, wifes temper soaring , flaring like a dormant volcano gone active...Finally riding like the wind, flying across the skies friend Masfique reached.. with the laptop. I gasped a sigh of relief,  my prayers had been answered. Being Libran ascendant, my malefic planets Sun, and Mars always land me in the Grand Highway of Disaster and Crisis. But the Serpentine Lords save my case by their unexpected By-lanes of Relief! Unexpected angels and detours of relief. And for those odd tangents, Serpentine by-lanes of  respite..  I express my eternal gratitude...

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Music 01: Annie Lennox

The music connected/ influenced by the Serpentine Lords of Saturn Rahu Ketu is shadowy mixture of erratic/ sublime at the same time. I find the erratic music of Annie Lennox a perfect depiction of Serpentine qualities. A perfect mixture of BIZZARE and DIVINE! Watch the video: click here:  Love Song For a Vampire. Enjoy...

By-lanes 06: Osians Cinefan Festival, 2012

In By-lanes, I narrate experiences of the Serpentine journey, full of detours, diversions, tangents, and by-lanes. Name inspired by the song By-lanes by friend Lueit Parasar. Check: https://soundcloud.com/adimachine/

 After two long years of  long void, finally this year Osians film fest 2012 was held. As an obssessive fan since 2006, i made a lot of grand plans this year. Of live blogging, daily online critique of films, personal narratives, viewpoints etc. And even editing my shamble of a film 'After Paris' and giving it for the shorts. But with the Serpentine Lords of  Rahu Ketu, its always serpentine deviations from the expected  objective. Thus what took place was far from the objective/ critcal schedule i had planned. Instead a visceral/subjective/ highly personal experience unfolded. With the Serpentine Lords of Saturn Rahu Ketu, it's always almost opposite of what's planned. So here I am in the post orgasmic chill, the  severe hangover of the festival,  mulling over. At the end of a wild, tempestous and brief romance. Chewing the cud that i hastily swallowed. In 10 eventful days. Of  Osians 2012.

The first film I saw was Yeralti (Inside) by Zeki Demirkubuz, from Turkey. Suddenly my childhood friend B*** was before my eyes. The perfect EPITOME of Ketu energies!! He was cerebral, hypersensitive, overzealous, idealistic, sentimental. At odds with the changing mores of kaliyuga. Far from the politically correct metrosexual modern dude. And had bouts of iconoclastic behaviour in the most inappropriate social gatherings. The film seemed to explain his very existence. I called my friend painter Kareem, similarly ruled by Ketu energies, who was vastly similar. Told him, the films was on him. He cursed me but saw it. Liked it.
The next remarkable film I saw was Sentimental Animal by Wu Quan, from China. Few years back, me and my wife had gone for Nadi palm leaf/ past life readings at Qutab enclave, katwaria sarai. My wife Sangeeta's previous life seemed to be in China. and her husband was paralytic. but she took good care of him. the dark, grayish, hypnotic, nebulous, hazy, shades of Sentimental Animal seemed to manifest a past life predeliction in great cinematographic detail. Even the hair detail of the actress was same as my wife. the second time i saw without subtitles. Just the pure cinematic form.
Women on Edge by Masahiro Kobayashi, from Japan, captured the very essence of Hecate. The three witches, the fair maiden, the mother earth, the old crone. Three archetypes captured accurately. We saw it sitting cramped, on the carpet of the crammed Siri 4, audi. Worth every hair tingling frame. The divine, insane, hormonal, disbalance of the Shakti archetype.
Shame, that I saw The Smell of Curry and Rice, by Satoshi Yamaguchi, from Japan almost all alone at Blue frog. Maybe the world of mankind was NOT yet ready to be exposed to its infantile , filial obsession with food/ women/ domestication/ entrapment. Maybe the juvenille male illusion, "she cooks good like mother. she is good" is still there to stay. and hold  womenkind in disguised enslavement. Sadly with me its reversed. my mom was working, maid cooked horrible. So filialy, mother, women and good food are very different things for me. So i thoroughly enjoyed the sarcasm of this film.!!
Stateless Things by Kim Kyung Mook, from South Korea was one of the darkest movies i saw on migration, urban struggle, displacement. Unimaginably horrifying, cathartic, morbid, it expressed some of my own struggle/ displacement in Delhi. but in a far more acute and horrifying imagery. With Ketu, you see it, its negated. Neccesary, vaccination/ cathartic purgation to survive in this urban jungle. I came to this festival to understand. Not enjoy.
The Road by Yam Laranas, from Phillipines was one of the most brilliantly crafted horror contemporary movies. Its Shutter/Ring/ Grudge/ Curse/ Black water rolled into one. But MUCH More. I actually had to take out my asthalin spray in the vastly spacious, crowded siri Fort 1. Horror on ,many levels. Unlimited layers till the last frame!!! I wanted to congratulate Yam Laranas, but he was overcrowded with extra brilliant people giving him suggestions. First, make a 1/ 105th horror film like him, guys. Then comment.

I'm tired now. So many more. but these were the visceral best. in my personal, subjective, visceral, nightmarish, subterranean experience in Osians Cinefan, 20102. I think the Turtle, the symbol of the Osians Award was perfectly (signifying the amphibious, underwater, Kurma avatar, the subterranean realms this years Osians Cinefan Festival brought to us. From the mainstream highway of commercial fare, a subterranean, Serpentine by-lane into another realm.. worth every visceral moment..

By-lanes 05: Chalihas farmhouse at Khetri

In By-lanes, I narrate experiences of the Serpentine journey, full of detours, diversions, tangents, and by-lanes. Name inspired by the song By-lanes by friend Lueit Parasar. Check: https://soundcloud.com/adimachine/

  

On 6th May, I went to my family friends, the Chalihas farmhouse at Tuloni, Khetri, outskirts of Guwahahti. For the past months, Mon (Angshumon Chaliha), had been giving me descriptions about farm life over the phone. From the urban frying pan of Delhi, his stories seemed a planet away. So finally I landed up on Sunday evening. Budh Purnima.

The farmhouse was on top of a hill. Below, around it were many ponds. Many of them seeding with prawns. Each prawn the size of a grain of rice. Millions of them. Evening, the moon rose behind the forest hills. An orange moon. Gradually become yellower with ascent. The ponds gleaming under lunar light. Mon's father Biswa Bijay Chaliha, had given up urban congestion of Guwahati in 2006. To begin his life in paradise. Like the character Strickland in The Moon and Sixpence. (Somerset Maugham's novel on the life of artist Paul Gauguin). Far From The Madd(en)ing Crowd. 

I went into the kitchen. Above the earthen stove, on a bamboo tray, a heap of dried fish. Salivating  I began munching.  Salty, raw, primitive. Suddenly I was transported. To the age of prehistoric reptiles. My niece Angel stared. I gave her a piece and she began munching. After all… my niece. Evening, my family left. Mesmerized by the sound of billion crickets, I stayed behind. Later, Mon and I went down to the staff quarters . In a corner of the hilly slopes. We drowned in Rohi, fermented rice beer. Later sloshed, we went down to the ponds. To feed the million starving baby prawns. The dried mud was glowing like phosphorous. We lay flat on a patch of grass. A billion stars above us. 
Far from the bustle,  the maddening crowds, the shady haven, a heavenly haunt, a Serpentine by-lane into a havenly lair...my gratitude!

By-lanes 04: Secret Haven of Opu Saikia..

In By-lanes, I narrate experiences of the Serpentine journey, full of detours, diversions, tangents, and by-lanes. Name inspired by the song By-lanes by friend Lueit Parasar. Check: https://soundcloud.com/adimachine/

 4th May, 2012, I went to family friend Opu Saikia's place at Sundarnagar, Guwahati. He took me to his  private video room. A secret haven, frozen in time. Every square inch covered with posters. Every wall, corner, door, and even ceiling. Thousands of screen goddesses, temptresses, crushes, and 80's wildfire foxes. A Private Rahu lair of ancient desires. Was I really that adolescent goat dreaming of that siren/fox??
Opu being a avid film buff, collects wildest movies across genres and times. He picks out a film from his vast film archives. Especially for me. And suddenly in the secret haven of his video room, I'm transported to another world. Of  mongols warriors, abandoned aliens, and love affairs across time. From the burning fire of the solar blaze outside.. the shady havens, by-lanes of the Serpentine Lords.....

By-lanes 03: Insight into Mayan Astrology..

In By-lanes, I narrate experiences of the Serpentine journey, full of detours, diversions, tangents, and by-lanes. Name inspired by the song By-lanes by friend Lueit Parasar. Check: https://soundcloud.com/adimachine/
 
I came to my friend Lueit's office. Being Ketu influenced he suddenly comes with these flashes of inspiration, and raptures. Suddenly, and sponatneously, like Ketu energies, he began talking about Mayan calendar, Dec 2012, galactic center alignment, Gamma rays, etc. Ketu energies is like Sun, Mars, LEADS with sudden flashes of insight. And Rahu energies is like Saturn, Venus, FOLLOWS/ RESPONDS , albeit lazily. In a serpentine, meandering path. In true Rahu style, I began randomly browsing on the net. And chanting Ketu mantras for some insight. Suddenly, I found this awesome link on Mayan astrology. : link: (free_mayan_readings).  Using the online Dreamspell Calculator, I found my being/ self: Red Earth.(click Link). Reading the Mayan Terminology of my own character "Tone 8: Harmonic Resonance", had me zapped, cos its one DEFINITIVE aspect of Lord Rahu, my ruling Lord. In fact the Mayan Term: Harmonic Resonance is a perfect Rahu quality!! Different civilizations, different nomenclature. But the same heavenly beings. Call it Serpentine Lords Saturn Rahu Ketu or Chtulhu, Dragon, Quetzlcoatl whatever..!!! Universal recognition of Serpentine energies in ALL CULTURES!!

By-lanes 02: Snail Trails....

In By-lanes, I narrate experiences of the Serpentine journey, full of detours, diversions, tangents, and by-lanes. Name inspired by the song By-lanes by friend Lueit Parasar. Check: https://soundcloud.com/adimachine/
 
9th Jan, 2012, 12:45 am, late night, Guwahati. We reached 7th Jan, afternoon and were immersed in diagnostic process of father in laws urinary tract carcinoma. Wife Sangeetas place was super full with her whole family reunion gathering. I was clamouring for a breath of respite. My friend Baba picked me up and we went to lokhra for his car servicing. While coming to Adil's place we were walking down the Bhetapara shortcut/ matahauri/ levee. Where I and cousin Bhaiti used to take our late, late, morning walks in 2003.

It was a awesome, serpentine by-lane, with strange, wild foliage, bogs, strange trees, isolated temples. The rivulet/ canal was always jammed with corpses of abandoned dogs, cows, buffalo. Because of running water, the bodies were preserved like atrophied mummies that looked like plastic inflatable dolls. Today I again saw a cow corpse floating and preserved in flowing, water like some swamp in prehistoric Africa. It was an uncanny moment, for a sunday morning. I was flooded with memories of  demonic morning walks of  2003 with Bhaiti. I was crossing a narrow Serpentine trail, yet overlooked by progress,  frozen in time. A tract which was frozen, mummified despite the vicariously changing urbanscape. A fragment of a tract, frozen in time.....

Later Baba, adil, Aftab I went to Ethnic Food festival in Maniram Dewan Centre. Since forever had i craved to taste exotic dishes of the neighbouring states. But had always found my options completely blocked. But today, in the 3rd post itself, I found release/ relief. Suddenly, all desired exotic dishes  gathered under one roof. The Bodo stall was offering snails. Snails cooked in tribal style, tasted unimaginably exotic. Raw, reptilian, primitive. An ancient taste, the hallmark of Lord Rahu. Suddenly I was chemically transported to forgotten, primeval lands of far ago. Palates forgotten to the human taste buds. Ancient forgotten chemical memories. The essence of the Serpentine flavours..