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डोंबारी, Bhik-mangaya, Nashedi, DANCER, Vikshipta, Busker, Nachya, Artist
April 18, 2024 6:34 PM, Char-Bhinti, Satara
CURRENTLY PERFORMING EVERYDAY
Dec 24,
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Find meaning till you can't find meaning and then don't find meaning.
Here you are SADness + Madness
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Begging is the most complicated and controversial art/Life. Where you sell your emotions at any cost or anything.. It is a point where you don't see whether it is a start or end.. It is like a performer/victim/artist is walking on a word shameless...
Beggars always choose to give back something but not everyone chooses to see in their eyes..
When you see in someone's eyes while performing you will truly feel that you am begging because the audience can't see in my eyes for a long time..and I am not begging for money, money is just one of the things but I am begging for acceptance of me and my art, I am begging for living more, I am begging for recognition, I am begging for love,
Again this year I am begging my parents for food and stay.. The way I beg is I feel very hardworking. As I said before beggars are always giving something, If you touch them or vibe with them It increases your humanity, begging is the one of the highest humanity point where a person stops helping others and starts asking for humanity. I really feel like I am completing some cycle..
Beggars always choose to give back something but not everyone chooses to see in their eyes..
When you see in someone's eyes while performing you will truly feel that you am begging because the audience can't see in my eyes for a long time..and I am not begging for money, money is just one of the things but I am begging for acceptance of me and my art, I am begging for living more, I am begging for recognition, I am begging for love,
Again this year I am begging my parents for food and stay.. The way I beg is I feel very hardworking. As I said before beggars are always giving something, If you touch them or vibe with them It increases your humanity, begging is the one of the highest humanity point where a person stops helping others and starts asking for humanity. I really feel like I am completing some cycle..
The current time is not to celebrate anything in the world, very few people in the world are understanding it, which is not enough most people are not caring about what is happening in another part of the world. I don't feel like talking with most people because they are not aware or not ready to sacrifice themselves for others. This performance means the artist sacrifices himself in this part of the world, so someone who has lost people, houses and people suffering in water food crisis so they should get something there I am helping at my most potential to keep creating the balance of the world and I am sad because nobody is understanding around me.
DHANDA
A Daily Death Practice
Satara, 2023 – 7 months of everyday performance
Satara, 2023 – 7 months of everyday performance
“Either the whole controls you, or you control the whole.”
And between that tension, I danced.
And between that tension, I danced.
After the performance of Slave, something began to stir again, quieter, darker, but sharper. I didn’t plan it. It wasn’t choreographed. It was just time.
I left Thane and came to Satara. I didn’t know why exactly. Just that the body was full. The dance was already inside.
The Beginning – Char Bhinti
The place that haunted me: Char Bhinti.
The date: I don’t remember exactly.
The feeling: pressure. Not excitement.
Something was about to start.
The date: I don’t remember exactly.
The feeling: pressure. Not excitement.
Something was about to start.
I posted a story on Instagram:
“5 PM. Char Bhinti.”
No poster. No title. Just a call.
No poster. No title. Just a call.
Paras got to know and rushed to meet me, he came with excitement, but I was not feeling that. There was no excitement in me, just a silent kind of nervousness. Paras brought Tanveer. They showed up. So did six or seven others. Nobody knew what would happen.
And then, I stepped forward.
The body knew what to do.
The body knew what to do.
We jammed a little. A few beats. A rhythm started.
Then I told Pixel to record.
Then I told Pixel to record.
I spoke.
I removed my upper top and placed it in front of me, my new vessel.
I emptied my pockets:
I removed my upper top and placed it in front of me, my new vessel.
I emptied my pockets:
Cigarettes.
A little money.
Some weed.
A blade.
This is my truth.
This is what I carry.
A little money.
Some weed.
A blade.
This is my truth.
This is what I carry.
I held the blade in my left hand.
“Today, Mali will mark Satara with his blood.”
I cut my left arm.
I used the blood to write on the wall:
"MALI"
"SHUKRIYA"
I used the blood to write on the wall:
"MALI"
"SHUKRIYA"
It wasn’t a stunt.
It was an offering.
To the land. To the truth. To the walls.
It was an offering.
To the land. To the truth. To the walls.
The Law of Change
After that day, I returned.
Every single day.
Every single day.
Rain. Wind. Thunder. Sun. No matter.
Some days no one came.
Those were the real performances.
When I danced alone.
When I screamed knowing no one could hear me.
That was my favorite part:
Some days no one came.
Those were the real performances.
When I danced alone.
When I screamed knowing no one could hear me.
That was my favorite part:
Doing nothing… loudly.
Sometimes people came and left quickly
maybe the dance was too harsh.
Other times they stayed in silence.
maybe the dance was too harsh.
Other times they stayed in silence.
I didn’t perform for them.
I performed with the changing air.
I performed with the changing air.
Everything changed every day.
My body.
The dance.
The city.
Even the fear.
My body.
The dance.
The city.
Even the fear.
We’re taught to fear change.
But during Dhanda, change became home,
and the constant things started scaring me.
But during Dhanda, change became home,
and the constant things started scaring me.
I began to feel like a criminal.
Because in a society built on sameness,
to stay in motion is to commit a crime.
Because in a society built on sameness,
to stay in motion is to commit a crime.
The Mirror Turns
When I began to fear myself,
I knew people were afraid of me too.
I knew people were afraid of me too.
Why?
Because I was touching death every day.
And when you do that, you stop playing by human rules.
You become a reflection of the whole universe.
And when you do that, you stop playing by human rules.
You become a reflection of the whole universe.
You either let the whole control you,
or you start controlling the whole.
or you start controlling the whole.
And here’s the twist:
When I thought I was constant, the whole was changing me.
When I thought I was changing, the whole was holding me still.
When I thought I was changing, the whole was holding me still.
This is Dhanda
Not a show.
Not a project.
Not a brand.
Not a project.
Not a brand.
Dhanda means everything:
Eating.
Crying.
Shitting.
Fucking.
Sleeping.
Speaking.
Dancing.
Crying.
Shitting.
Fucking.
Sleeping.
Speaking.
Dancing.
A constant balancing. A channeling. A walking on the edge.
I said it once and I’ll say it again:
"Mali ke bundi mein tum kuch bhi daalo, sukh, dukh, gali, paani, dua, kela, pen—Mali sab leta hai, aur bas kala banata hai."
7 months.
Every single day.
Same place.
New truth.
Every single day.
Same place.
New truth.
And still
I’m not done.
I’m not done.
Begging, Bleeding, Becoming
Some people dared to ask:
“What do you do?”
I used to tell them,
“I’m a beggar.”
Because when your art isn’t accepted,
and you still show up every day,
you’re not a performer, you’re a beggar.
And this is my धंधा.
and you still show up every day,
you’re not a performer, you’re a beggar.
And this is my धंधा.
Begging and Rage
Some days, I danced like I was begging:
for love, for acceptance, for space, for respect.
Other days, I danced with rage:
proud of my dhanda, proud of being unaccepted.
for love, for acceptance, for space, for respect.
Other days, I danced with rage:
proud of my dhanda, proud of being unaccepted.
Most days were a balance of both.
A constant balancing act for mental health.
Between sadness and pride.
Between past and present.
Between the breakdown and the breakthrough.
A constant balancing act for mental health.
Between sadness and pride.
Between past and present.
Between the breakdown and the breakthrough.
I cried.
I laughed.
I remembered.
I let go.
I laughed.
I remembered.
I let go.
I sold myself until there was no “self” left.
Now I bow to the inner self.
Not to be captured. Not for love.
Just to exist. Just to keep going.
Now I bow to the inner self.
Not to be captured. Not for love.
Just to exist. Just to keep going.
There is no end.
There is no me.
And that’s perfectly fine.
There is no me.
And that’s perfectly fine.
The Police Confrontation
One day, the cops came.
A few youngsters were watching my performance.
As soon as the cops arrived, they ran.
The officers came loud, crude, ego-heavy.
They didn’t expect me to stand my ground.
I was alone. They were five.
I hit record.
As soon as the cops arrived, they ran.
The officers came loud, crude, ego-heavy.
They didn’t expect me to stand my ground.
I was alone. They were five.
I hit record.
They demanded I explain why this place mattered.
They told me to stop.
They warned of legal action.
They told me to stop.
They warned of legal action.
I said “okay,” and walked away.
Posted the video online.
Waited to see who would stand with me.
Posted the video online.
Waited to see who would stand with me.
No one did.
Except one disabled man from Satara.
He understood. Maybe because his pain made him see.
He defended me calmly. And that was enough.
Except one disabled man from Satara.
He understood. Maybe because his pain made him see.
He defended me calmly. And that was enough.
Digital Violence
The same police officer kept commenting.
Trying to win. To dominate.
He couldn’t understand my art
So he called it madness.
Trying to win. To dominate.
He couldn’t understand my art
So he called it madness.
When my mother saw I was hurting,
she commented:
she commented:
“I support you.”
That broke him.
He couldn’t imagine someone supporting me.
He replied with a long rant,
dragging in my Birthday performance video from YouTube.
He couldn’t imagine someone supporting me.
He replied with a long rant,
dragging in my Birthday performance video from YouTube.
But what he didn’t know
is that I am open.
To everyone. To everything.
is that I am open.
To everyone. To everything.
I eat, sleep, shit, cook, fuck, openly.
I live openly.
It’s just no one dares to be open with me.
I live openly.
It’s just no one dares to be open with me.
That’s the real loneliness.
The Fake News
The next day, the newspaper called me mentally ill.
Said I was a threat to the public.
A disturbance at Char Bhinti.
Said I was a threat to the public.
A disturbance at Char Bhinti.
But no one had ever told me to leave.
Sure, people moved away sometimes.
But that’s what roads are.
People shift, pass, crash, bleed
And keep going.
Sure, people moved away sometimes.
But that’s what roads are.
People shift, pass, crash, bleed
And keep going.
My performance is a road accident for the mind.
A mental collision you can't unsee.
A mental collision you can't unsee.
And just like accidents,
they don’t yell at the victims.
They yell at the discomfort.
they don’t yell at the victims.
They yell at the discomfort.
The Magic They Missed
They don’t know the magic:
Just by accepting me,
They could have softened me.
Made me a calmer, better performer.
They could have softened me.
Made me a calmer, better performer.
But instead, they tried to break me.
Still, I stood against the whole.
And I saw the whole.
And I saw the whole.
I am just a person
who took death on his shoulder
to walk through the city
and ask for change.
who took death on his shoulder
to walk through the city
and ask for change.
The Street and the Silence
I was deep. I was raw. I entered the street
to beg for representation.
To fight for space.
To offer my love.
to beg for representation.
To fight for space.
To offer my love.
And when someone accepted me
even a little
I felt human again.
even a little
I felt human again.
I didn’t want to be like this.
But I’m proud that I’m still standing.
But I’m proud that I’m still standing.
What Passed Through Me
No fake people could pass that space.
No fake love could cross my boundary.
Even couples stopped.
Only real love could pass.
No fake love could cross my boundary.
Even couples stopped.
Only real love could pass.
Because I was the destroyer of falsehood.
The revealer of truth.
The revealer of truth.
My dance would burn your soul
so you could see it, clean.
so you could see it, clean.
I was screaming for love.
And I still am.
And I still am.
Amar Sanjeevani
My truth is just harder.
If you taste it, it’s poison.
If you live it, it becomes nectar.
If you taste it, it’s poison.
If you live it, it becomes nectar.
You’ll digest it without knowing,
and it will turn into Amar Sanjeevani.
and it will turn into Amar Sanjeevani.
You’ll realize the universe cannot forget you
because you’re part of it.
And when that gets too heavy,
you’ll start fighting yourself
just to maintain balance.
because you’re part of it.
And when that gets too heavy,
you’ll start fighting yourself
just to maintain balance.
I Am All of It
If I were nature,
I’d be the darkest rose.
I’d be the darkest rose.
On the body, I’m a dick.
Inside the body, I’m blood.
Inside the body, I’m blood.
My mind is typing,
my heart is watching.
I’m not doing anything.
I’m just living.
my heart is watching.
I’m not doing anything.
I’m just living.
It’s not art anymore.
It’s not a performance.
It’s just life.
It’s not a performance.
It’s just life.