tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448103634278141222024-03-18T15:38:33.446+05:30Abhinay RennyAbhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.comBlogger2126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-39139587306727976332024-03-18T15:37:00.002+05:302024-03-18T15:37:39.253+05:30Art- Empty Spaces-Flow<p>The abstract of the exhibition is out. </p><p><a href="https://www.graduateinstitute.ch/communications/events/empty-spaces-flow-art-exhibition-abhinay-renny">https://www.graduateinstitute.ch/communications/events/empty-spaces-flow-art-exhibition-abhinay-renny</a></p>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-75111653441235513512024-03-18T05:58:00.004+05:302024-03-18T05:58:46.186+05:30Holidays with Harry- Take it to it's full potential<p>Contemplating on the exhibition and the pursuit of art, I called up Harry and shared a word. </p><p>"Sir, I have my art exhibition is coming up. For a month. And I'm exhibiting a lot of work. I'm anxious about it." I said. </p><p>"Congratulations. The longer the better, the more the better."</p><p>"How did you handle your big days- book launches sir?" I posed another question. </p><p>"What theme are you working on? asked Harry</p><p>"Empty Spaces- more about migration."</p><p>"That's nice. Look at your art through your theme and see it's full potential. What do you wanna to take the idea forward. Once you intend to see it's full potential, your conversations, your presence, your approach with the art reflects the same. There's no mistake if you shout from the rooftop, there's no mistake if you don't shout from the rooftop. Just try to see it's full potential."</p><p>"I'm scared of my intense conviction to paint more and write more."</p><p>"The more the better again. It's nice you've the urge to express, you don't need to suppress it."</p><p>After the conversation, I stayed with these thoughts and it helped- Seeing the work to it's full potential. Being comfortable in expressing yourself more through art is always okay. </p>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-62622155102091502262024-03-16T04:05:00.004+05:302024-03-16T04:05:47.653+05:30Geneva Journals- La Farce Haul<p> La Farce has helped me to get a good routine. As I got into LaFarce, every thursday, a few hours are dedicated to grocery shopping and book shopping. As ever, I went to the library and picked few books, picked veggies, had a crepe and joined Jyot. Most of the times, I run into Nadeen at random places. I ran into her at LaFarce as well. </p><p>Did a few Lidl errands with Jyot. After a real long time, caught up with her. Had a great time catching up with her and sharing what's happening in each other lives.</p><p><br /></p>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-28020361263877390022024-03-16T03:59:00.002+05:302024-03-16T03:59:07.849+05:30Art- El Adaptor<p>A very interesting play. An old man and a young woman in tradition french dress walks around, bring props on their own, chaning lights on their own and adding music on their own. Everything is part of play and everything is a play. For a strange reason, I didn't understand the language but got affected by it very intensely. I related the play mostly with oppression, patriarchy. </p>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-54930444294165911302024-03-16T03:56:00.001+05:302024-03-16T03:56:04.062+05:30Geneva Journals- The Thank You Lunch by Student Services team<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Eliane has hosted a lunch for our contribution at Wellbeing week. It was attended by the welfare committee presidents, facilitators & performers. Over lunch, we talked about language, social sciences, engineers and a lot more. As ever, I was the last one to finish the food while others finished their lunch and heard my random tales patiently. It was a lot of fun to catch up with everyone over sumptuous full buffet. Thanks Eliane for the treat. Had a great time catching up over the food. Wishing each other a nice weekend, S and I walked towards GM, sharing stories and some tales. Good day. </span></p><p><br /></p>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-7299505998151110012024-03-15T03:47:00.001+05:302024-03-15T03:47:06.311+05:30Art- Empty Spaces- Flow<p>The posters and pictures are here. Work for the exhibition has begun. I have a bittersweet feeling as the exhibition commences. Anxious about how this is gonna be, excited for this month long exhibition and also worried if I can pull this off. A lot of emotions as I flow through the empty spaces. It's time I tell myself, "Trust the process and flow through!"</p><p><br /></p><p> Thanks Shruti from Fab for the posters. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzACnyu2bITqb6Y8SQkh5RjhDJJzj6kNSGjJ_Dw-kd6z1alra2Yps_PRFVCX_r0uiQ0Z8lU3DoUefSaQVRau6h-UP0biFV2YDaTj4o3xKb2Phx6fFGR_BbS2i36Lz9AeChZDhWmCED56orVHSHfI-ACUFTarp3WLXvSVAJUEElOs3CbrPNchHPEjFS-U4/s1440/Website%20banner-Flow.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="456" data-original-width="1440" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzACnyu2bITqb6Y8SQkh5RjhDJJzj6kNSGjJ_Dw-kd6z1alra2Yps_PRFVCX_r0uiQ0Z8lU3DoUefSaQVRau6h-UP0biFV2YDaTj4o3xKb2Phx6fFGR_BbS2i36Lz9AeChZDhWmCED56orVHSHfI-ACUFTarp3WLXvSVAJUEElOs3CbrPNchHPEjFS-U4/w640-h202/Website%20banner-Flow.png" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQhsYK2uI0JejSD6TSVY8vcxjsty9eWqT66xNcqTLE-tRcBpJLj1qDlX0TEUEFM88c48vBuuK1kscXPho0_DILILd6CHcy0LAw4Tc5TXQ8K1YNOsi4qbrZZGvMqJ0nd_2rJNJ2sJ1Mb7ZPdD8bPkxGO8uF-Jb2ttgaw8RFNvQkED8gBPc7KqJuCP_k8Q/s240/Square-flow.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="240" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQhsYK2uI0JejSD6TSVY8vcxjsty9eWqT66xNcqTLE-tRcBpJLj1qDlX0TEUEFM88c48vBuuK1kscXPho0_DILILd6CHcy0LAw4Tc5TXQ8K1YNOsi4qbrZZGvMqJ0nd_2rJNJ2sJ1Mb7ZPdD8bPkxGO8uF-Jb2ttgaw8RFNvQkED8gBPc7KqJuCP_k8Q/s1600/Square-flow.png" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-1192100898908792232024-03-15T03:43:00.002+05:302024-03-15T03:43:15.591+05:30Movie - 12th Fail<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">This movie has garnered a lot of attention and buzz amongst the movie goers. I was suggested to watch this movie when I was in India. I procrastinated it as long as I could and finally I watched it today. I have a lot running in my mind as I watched the movie. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Vikrant Massey played the protagonist role and it's impressive. A story of a young boy from a small village, aspires to be honest and become an IPS officer, travels out of home and his success journey is the story. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">As I watched this movie, I could think of all my friends who aspired to crack UPSC. Whenever I heard from others, UPSC has always been the feather to showcase the caliber and I never bought the story. Achieving something to showcase our worth was something that I always ran away from. Am I running away because I'm not capable to compete was one thought I always had to nudge with. Whenever there was a point to prove my worth to deserve respect, I always walked away from it. UPSC was always one. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Until 24 years, I thought, I can try to attempt for UPSC exam to appease my parents but, I learnt that I was sure of what I don't want to do and never followed the path. But, at the end, the protagonist mentions how his intention is to reform the country by being a change agent rather than attain a position. In the act of service, one can find their purpose- I contemplated. Enjoyed watching this. </span></p><p><br /></p>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-74458503180627622612024-03-12T18:36:00.002+05:302024-03-12T18:36:19.195+05:30Music- Shilpa Mudbi's rendition at Engineer's Pick<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/1CUUYWUjau8" width="320" youtube-src-id="1CUUYWUjau8"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>What an energy! I got reminded of the time, I attended Shilpa's session. Loved this storytelling piece. </p><p><br /></p>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-53213152750801704462024-03-11T23:19:00.003+05:302024-03-11T23:19:37.821+05:30In dialogue with Brindusa Burrows<p>Ever since I attended the lecture of Brindusa's I was inspired by her work and her words. I am lucky to attend a few of her classes on Global issues & perspectives & political languages of art. </p><p>I was able to catch up post workshop. After a long workshop, she agreed to listen to me and share a word. I shared my idea of empty spaces and how her lecture inspired me to shape my work in the way it is now. The way I looked at my art and explored my art work through an art manifesto. It helped me to look at myself and my art work in a different perspective. Brindusa shared few thoughts on how history has been passed through several mediums and how art is great gateway to perceive the world. The idea of perceiving the other world and the world we live in and sense the connectedness all through out. </p><p>After looking at my work, she wanted to purchase one of my works. It was a special moment to sign my initials, mark the date and present it to her. I got reminded of my first autograph on my novel. A moment that I'd cherish all my life. Thanks Brindusa for inspiring me by your words and works. Very grateful for your time and words.</p>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-44756357140000232382024-03-11T18:07:00.007+05:302024-03-13T01:07:09.333+05:30Art- Empty Spaces- Flow<p>After traveling with the theme of Empty Spaces, I've come up with this abstract for my upcoming show. </p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Empty Spaces- Flow</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">In the dichotomy of emptiness and fullness, we move around the world, filling<br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">ourselves &amp; the space with the places we lived in, places we wish to live in and<br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">places we leave to live in other places. Sensing spaces in our own ways, what do we<br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">carry along with us?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Living in different places and leaving people, memories, emotions behind, I walked<br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">on the colorful rope of grief and gratitude. Grieving for the loss and being grateful for<br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">the abundance.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Living with what we carry, I pondered on what do we bring to a space and how do we<br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">affect it and how do we let it affect us?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">In the constant flow of emptying, filling ourselves and spaces with memories,<br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">emotions, rational thoughts, do we seek meaning out of the movement or do we<br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">create a meaning to the movement?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">At times, the lines are the borders that divides and derives the fullness of emptiness.<br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">At moments, the lines are also the journeys humans and spaces flow through.<br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">At times, the colors are the spaces that hold emotions. At moments, the colors are<br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">the spaces that convey the emotions.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">As there’s flow, how does space affect forced migration &amp; forced migration affects<br /></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">spaces, humans, who are the cause and the effect of it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">What’s full in an empty space?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">What flows in an empty space?</span></p>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-56057718652428748182024-03-11T04:47:00.003+05:302024-03-11T04:47:42.584+05:30Geneva Journals- The Eventful Sunday<p>Exploring and visiting different church Organs has become favourite past time. I visted the Holy Trinity Church that's built in 1853. The bus stop infront of the church never inspired to walk in and explore the place. However, I decided to check it out. I found the place calm and got amused by the paintings on the glass. The art work seemed to be inspired of cubism. </p><p>After spending some time, I joined Snigdha, Grusha and Aniruddha for a cold dip at the lake. I always wished to take a dip but, never pushed myself. S is really good at keeping the energy high and inspiring people to push their limits. All of us got into the water and had great time taking the dip. For the first few minutes, I found it cold, later, I had a very different burning sensation, as I spent more time in cold water. My feet turned sensitive, body burning and there's exhiliration of energy. I loved it. Spent some time while S swam a bit. After the cold dip, thanks to the planning by the group, we had a piping hot tea. </p><p>Over a long walk, we headed home and over creative Dal, Rajma made by S, coconut fish curry, Jeera rice by Grusha we shared stories and enjoyed each morsel being in the present moment. Soon after that, Snigdha and I walked to home sharing how we organise our days. S always comes up with striking thoughts. "Structure enables creativity. It helps me to stay flexible," she shared, how organising her week helps her to have a fulfiled feeling over things she does. I got reminded of the habit I used to follow at my work- Write 7 things to do in a day according to priority. It has helped me to be more efficient at work. I realised I don't need to stick it to work. I can use it during my college days as well. Time to organise a bit. </p><p>Soon after returning home, I rested a bit and realised I have a concert to attend. I rushed to the concert, collected my ticket and began to enjoy the performance. Attending several performances, I began to admire few musicians. I love the veteran who plays flute in Harmonie Nautique, also the conductor Eric Haegi. This time, the group collaborated with choir, Musikairos. Loved the energy. Thoroughly enjoyed the performance and was thrilled to see the group performing 3-4 additional pieces, as the crowd was not ready to leave the hall without listening to them again. Enjoyed it. Eventful sunday. </p><p><br /></p>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-10280101818013199762024-03-06T05:01:00.011+05:302024-03-11T04:51:26.760+05:30Memories- The Smiling me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I remember the shirt, I remember the pose, I need to remember this smile and smile often. </div>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-914320053307863232024-03-06T02:54:00.001+05:302024-03-06T02:54:58.727+05:30Poetry- Blue Love. <p>Mirrors. Waters<br />what's blue that doesn't<br />convey love?</p><p>Headbands.Painted Stones. <br />what's a wish that doesn't<br />convey care?</p><p>In seeing what we have<br />In cherishing the silence we share<br />Blue is the language we wear<br />Love is the time we share<br /><br />Mirrors. Waters<br />Mountains.Myriad smiles.</p><p>Mirrors.Waters.<br />Boutinful blessings<br />To senes all that we have<br />Blue.Love.Laughs.Life.</p><p><br /></p>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-88730439216621155612024-03-06T02:52:00.001+05:302024-03-06T02:52:36.907+05:30Geneva Journals- Yoga Session with Grusha<p>I never tried my hand at Yoga. I never got a chance to try it out. Whenever I think of Yoga, I get reminded of Carolyn and the way she began her journey into Yoga. As GM has a yoga session hosted by Grusha, I decided to give it a try. </p><p>Grusha walked in, greeted and began to play Indian flute music. Giving instructions gently, she helped us to be comfortable in our body and brought awareness to our breath and the sensations in our body. </p><p>At times, I found it difficult to follow the instructions but, it was fun. All the poses reminded me of our warm up and warm down exercises post basketball game. At times, I was totally zoned out with breathing and got startled as Grusha walked in to help me get the pose right. </p><p>Yoga seems to be one way to get awareness into the body and release the tension from the body. Enjoyed the session. Looking forward to attend more in future. </p><p> </p>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-1814145979599366652024-03-05T18:07:00.001+05:302024-03-05T18:07:24.283+05:30Poetry- The Spring is here<p> A put out a fabulous video out on Instagram. Inspired by it, I penned down these words</p><p><br /></p><p>The spring is here<br />The tree called it's lovers<br />One little tree<br />Three little birds<br />Finding love as they<br />Flicker their wings</p><p>Finding fragrance of light<br />Sharing their stories of longing<br />That they endured in their winters</p><p>The spring is here<br />The tree called it's lovers<br />One little tree<br />Three little birds</p><p>Witnessed the life<br />as human stopped by<br />To breathe<br />To pause<br />To live<br />To sense<br />In their own humane ways</p>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-40945210151733916152024-03-03T21:10:00.005+05:302024-03-03T21:10:40.525+05:30Poetry- The White ShoesThe White Shoes<div>The White bird</div><div>move across the lake</div><div>finding their rhythm</div><div>diving into the waters</div><div>dipping in their laughs and </div><div>hiding their marks</div><div><br /></div><div>The White shoes</div><div>The white bird</div><div>slipping through the blue waters</div><div>smiling at their own stories</div><div>moved across their path</div><div>finding their rhythm</div><div><br /></div>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-85743863866401735442024-03-03T15:14:00.001+05:302024-03-03T15:14:13.899+05:30Thoughts- Polymath Thinking<p>How does silo thinking helps us to be specialised however, it does not help us to work on the complex probelms. As everything is connected and I perceive the world to have more of polymaths being passionate about what drives them rather than be specialists and ignore the other streams, problems to empathise with. </p><p><br /></p>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-34836038402664772942024-03-03T01:54:00.031+05:302024-03-03T21:15:14.197+05:30Geneva journals- Poetree<div>Observing trees in Geneva, I could notice that there's a lot of effort and care for the aesthetics as well as functionality of trees in the spaces we live. A lot of trees are pruned for aesthetic purposes that began in 19th century. I find it disappointing when trees are cut, pruned for aesthetic purposes. Despite the effort brings balance and design to the space, it will not let a tree grow in it's space and rhythm. To see trees being shaped in a desired shape is not helping ecologically as well as the canopy cover helps to beat the urban heat and helps us in many ways. I acknowledge the functionality of pruned trees where one need to be mindful of the tramlines, buildings and other spaces where trees could hamper the human flow. In the urge of balancing the functionality, ecological balance and aesthetics, let's not delve into extremes of cutting it out or letting it grow wild. These are few articles I found when I began to study about trees in Geneva. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.geneve.ch/en/node/394259">https://www.geneve.ch/en/node/394259</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.geneve.ch/en/actualites/lighter-pruning-trees-more-shade">https://www.geneve.ch/en/actualites/lighter-pruning-trees-more-shade</a></div>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-45821322525435493822024-02-28T02:55:00.011+05:302024-03-03T15:13:07.100+05:30Poetry- A little bit of madnessA little bit of madness<div>A pinch of salt</div><div>Couple of ghost stories</div><div>A few nags</div><div>A few requests</div><div>Pitter patter</div><div>Chitter chatter</div><div>A little bit of pulao</div><div>A few nags</div><div>A few jinx</div><div>A few requests</div><div>A few secrets</div><div><br /></div><div>The girls gathered bringing laughs and smiles</div><div>onto the plates </div><div>in which they miss their home made food and </div><div>their familiar comfort</div><div>of the loved ones. </div><div><br /></div>Abhinay Rennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07534670984450898845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144810363427814122.post-30016684476090854762024-02-26T01:35:00.034+05:302024-02-26T01:48:35.669+05:30Memories- Azhar and I<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Azhar shared this collage that has taken me to a memory lane. A lot of journeys, conversations, silences, shayari, food and memories. Let me jot down few stories that flash up as I glance through this collage. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1) Our trip to Kumbalgarh</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2) At Jaisalmer - One of classic December trip with all the lovedones. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3) At Mandvi - Just before we began the adventure. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4) At Mandvi beach- I am amused by camels and always wanted to get on camel ride. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5) At Kala Dungar- Gujarat- Sudheer offered us car and off we went on to the roads of Gujarat</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">6) At Sirohi, Baba Ramdev while both of us seemed to be on official visit</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">7) At Jaipur- Time when we caught up over lunch at Barbeque</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">8) During COVID times I guess</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">9) On our visit to Kumbalgarh, Pali </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">10) In one of Rajasthan's greenery places</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">11) At Ranakpur temple</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">12) 2022 picture, not sure of the location. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At the end of the day, when you have time, did you make it count or not? 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