Deepayan Purkait

It is all there, there in the wide and almost endless inventory of nature. I simply arranged few gifts in a certain manner. I am insignificant. My art is too, when compared to the greatness of the great mother.

Birds & Branches

A Fragmented Heart Tell me sorrow, how long must you caress me? Will you not let go ever? Ever I wished, to befriend joy I would not say, I have been happy never. Intricacies of the human mind Can I ever even realize? For I have let go most wishes to Understand another human. Love always seemed to me like a far off isle Who's shore is all I ever could see Glistened my eyes like polished chrome Blinded by it's beauty. In metaphors I shall present Few words of truth Of how I gave away my heart to few The gift was refused I, confused Received the red and to my bed I succumbed Cried a lot, that I did Many a time when from all I hid My cushion has seen the most of me A fragmented heart Was always returned to me. I always wondered why it is so I still wonder the same. There are very few who love me truly Everything else seems more like a game. My mother and father has been there always And secretly my brother too. My grandparents have been the mos

@ Ledge Jadavpur University

Humble Little Me Humble little me wished to climb that tree The one with many branches. It stood tall by a certain plain clad in beautiful flowers Each branch split in many others And they themselves in many more I have perhaps climbed a little few or a few more. Humble little me always wondered How vast the tree it was! How many branches does it truly have? Humble little me could never take count. Maybe no one does know truly If it is 10 or maybe a hundred more. Humble little me as my mother always told me, Is a monkey and that is fine with me. Good climbers they are,monkeys, I always told mum. Art is my banana tree And I always enjoyed being bad, and free.

Malady O Malady I wish I wish To fathom this malady As strange as it has been. Not I understand it's nature, It's cure, It is kind of serene. This madness that prevail As I close my eyes, Or I step simply, Into the void of creations. Do I truly understand it? Think I not I do. Malady oh Malady Tell me who you are. Tell me why you sought me. Know I must as I know Escape there is none Once that you have caught me. Stop I cannot once the void calls. I am a soldier bound to duty. Visit I must for I crave, The dark walls of nothingness. They lie in wait as I approach Like a venomous snake silently. He is restless that he is Me pencil. The snake gently approaches He has already bit me. Glistens like a polished glass her slithering body of length quite long I see my face in the reflection that it makes as it comes forth to engulf me.

"Boring class e somoy kill, Art-sagar e ekta dhil"

"Disobey unjust laws" @Worldview Jadavpur University

LESSON Lost in little fantasies  I walk. Through a meadow of green   by the little red folk. Hello? She says,  the red go different ways. Are you lost child? Concentrate on the lesson, she speaks, in a tone not quite mild. I wind back within the classroom walls  the red, they warn, here come the trolls. Pretend i must, lesson learnt or not  refuse i may not,once i fought. My father,he was called,  he was always enthralled Of the little humble drawings I made  in the classroom walls,my sketches,they fade For I cannot draw  lesson I must learn Listen I must  Lesson learnt or not.

See you on the morrow. August 5,2015.  #lockingworkshopwithkira

The Crow & The Heritage

Happening on the 5th of August. Locking Workshop. This one shall be a bit toward intermediate. So yes. "Come prepared" folks.

Differences is what separates us. Human is one race however, with a variety of different Art forms, different cultures, different opinions.  This video is a tribute to the great Bengali minstrel, the baul saint, Lalon Fakir.   In his song,   ' Joler   Upor   Pani   na Panir Upor Jol', Lalon questions god. He wishes for a few answers. The two religions, Hindu and Muslim has always been at conflict. There where those who bonded and those who thrived to evaluated which religion was above,  which was below. 'Jol' and 'Paani' refers to the Hindu and the Muslim terms for water respectively. There maybe different terms, different languages, different cultural identities, but water is one.  We are one   smile emo Direction | Edit | Concept | Choreography : Deepayan Purkait Cinematography :   Ishan Pablo Ghosh Production Assistant :   Saheli Datta Cast : Deepayan Purkait Raj Shaw Sangram Mukhopadhyay Attreyo Das Rabiraj Banerjee Hars

To all the Hip Hop, Funk and Street Culture fanatics, supporters, practitioners etc etc. This is how your LOCAL SCENE is going to be in the coming few days. 1)Today took place a Popping Workshop by Debangan Mitra. https://www.facebook.com/events/1613317662269353/permalink/1614573718810414/ 2)Wednesday, 5th August...I shall be taking a workshop, or rather a dance workshop, on 'toward Intermediate' Locking techniques, steps, grooves and concepts. 5-8pm at 507 Jodhpur Park. This one is gonna be intensive so yes, "come prepared". https://www.facebook.com/events/400590583467967/ 3)Saturday, 8th August... The place to be is Jadavpur University. Writer's Block happening on the campus grounds...so come with your blackbooks,markers, sketchpad,pens,pencils..whatever you wish to use to make your drawing. This one is 'blackbook centered' so yes no touching the walls...show your skills on paper. https://www.facebook.com/events/819358514838767/ 4)Sunda

Harder Shall They Be When I was a child, I wished to grow old. For there were quite many things that I was told. Now tell me. Who likes to do Always as he is told to? The fragile head of infinite curiosity Which knew no bounds The tender soul, always directed He wished for crowns. For a crown or two would have been quite nice. A king did what he wished. He sought what he did not have The curious mind of eight. The little feet grew They held more weight Of fat, bones, muscles and responsibilities Of memories and loss Of goals painted gloss Of fragmented luxuries and hard felt necessities The tender feet have hardened Harder shall they be by the end.

Doodles.

Imagination is an inseparable companion. It never leaves you, and at the same time, what you capture is merely a shadow :)