http://sugru.com/about

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01. LIGHTER HEAVIER

The cigarette lighter’s weight is a reminder while meditating that our actions and habits can alter the course and length of our lives. It symbolizes the heaviness of our guilt that results from harming ourselves incrementally on an everyday basis.

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02. TRANSIENCE AND FOOTPRINTS

The pencil + eraser symbolizes the transient nature of our existence. Our past is constantly ‘erased’ by our present which in turn writes our future; the vicious cycle goes on till our end. However, not without leaving some marks and traces on the canvas of nature  due to our inbuilt imperfections.

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03. IDENTITY FLIPS

The hybrid Rupee-Euro coin symbolizes the tensions in identity based on relative values. It is a reminder of the constant re-purposing / re-orienting of one’s directions in life in the backdrop of a deep longing to return home.

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Hash Emm is the protagonist of a series of 140 character long stories on Twitter. A hallucinating spy on the run (read:jump), Hash Emm’s mission is to invade Twitter from the inside and control the world from there.
http://twitter.com/mayurkarnik

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Descending is the New Organic Order (Note: just a little anti-Utopia and definitely not Dystopia). Watch this space for further unfolds.

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THE DOG LOOKS UP at #M and smiles. He smiles back. ‘OMG what was that? I have never seen a dog smile’ he gasps later! ‘Me too’ comes a voice.

#M escapes Facebook Alcatraz in the silence of a busy evening. The streets outside were full of faceless people holding no poking signs.

Dodging email-bullets shot by Jailor Zuckerberg, #M trips on a WiFi trap. The guilt of leaving his friends suddenly engulfs his heart. Shot.

“So what do you think is the real issue with this place?” asks #M. “What?” she vollies back. “It fools one into not asking such a question”.

“Why would you ask a question when answers are all around?” she asks. “These answers are but orphans, pregnant with unborn parents” says #M.

Shot. #M shakes off the memory cloud enveloping him and darts towards the tram. A street dog looks up at him and smiles. He slaps himself.

‘Home Sweet Home’ says a poster at the inquiry desk of the Consulate of Utopia. “I want to go home” says #M. “Shh. It’s gone” she whispers.

#M looks at his watch and the setting sun. “One of these needs to be adjusted” reads the Ray-Ban OSD. Man shapes tools that shape him later.

Jump. 4K miles W. 5 more hrs for dusk. #M gets down from LDN I. Throws the Utopian passport into the Thames. Walks towards the Red Queen.

“Keep running to stay in the same place” she proclaims. “I am a Hyperlink, your Highness! I don’t need to” says #M. “Underline thyself then”.

“But I don’t have a destination, your Highness. I don’t return anything!” says #M. “Keep clicking to stay in the same place then” she says.

#M realizes they are not on the same page. He’s on Error 404 and the Red Queen on perpetual F5. “I am not lost, I am just free.” he thinks.

“Are you #M?” asks HalfQ from behind. Yes? No, I meant – are you? Yes, I think I am free and don’t you read me!  http://tinyurl.com/l7ehu5