Maya Jagi 1

...,er,est

hot,hotter,hottest
stiff, stiffer, stiffest
windy, windier, windiest .

and I saw the greenest leaf ever .just for one second or may be three.It passed by.I looked at it to make a face .But it looked to smile.
When eyes vanished and some flaming petals from the summer remained up on the tree, two things happened.

It rained and all was out.
and wading though it my bike got punctured...
...,er,est!

nothing else i know better than myself

Though a self portrait,now seems like it was someone else then..!

My beloved, the marketplace

An insect comes flying to this screen and dies at the light.
The marketplace blinks an eye, removes it.

The marketplace is full of things.
People Noise Sound
Trains on tracks, moving up-down
Wet dripping red tomatoes
and pink tearing onions...

The marketplace is full of jumbles.
Faces Cups Food Tables
bhelbatatashevpuripaanidahiragda
Slurpy curries, hot and sour soups and noodles
and the cold coffee...

The marketplace has some special peoples.
Talking quiet loving staring selling buying
red shirts, yellow skirts, flowery lungis, blue jeans, hunter shoes, black bagpacks
and earrings...

The marketplace I tell you, is a place I visit often.
or it visits me...
or stays inside me...
or floats around wherever i go...

My beloved, the marketplace.

am I seeing it?

(Am I seeing it-1, ink on A4 paper)

(Am I seeing it-2, ink on A4 paper)

(Am I seeing it-3, ink on A4 paper)

(Am I seeing it-4, ink on A4 paper)

(Am I seeing it-5, ink on A4 paper)

(Am I seeing it-6, ink on A4 paper)

chirag-e-toor jalao...

the place where

turbulence lives

and feathers of peace float

Mountains

Cold

Trapped

Refuged

In my arms I see

two clouds.

One of my own darkness

Another, of flowing water from the other side of the mountain.

Chirag-e-toor jalao by Mehdi Hasan

Dharamshala diary

The pair of feet

The tree stands dripping in rain
I stand under,wet.
Looking up at the sky through the leaves,
drops fall down straight in me
(I wonder if they become tears?)
I remember the other day
and yet another
and then yet another
I think of all the rains gone by
and try to think of this new one.

and I see
The pair of feet...
sitting inside a mound of plastic sheet
and a hand wiping water around the pair of feet.
On a pink piece of carpet, sit shiny toe rings,red saree and sound of glass bangles.
and I see then
an entire home around the pair of feet.

I remember temples
and the pair of feet
ready to be touched,standing.

-ka

Child with bringles

(mixed media on paper)

Katchal, an island

E-wall, the village

Smelling burnt wood

Jacky ,the dog

Ashwini, the child

Clamentine, the friend

Me , the lost

and

found here...!

ते गेले तेंव्हा

सगळा वाराच थांबलाय
आवाज बंद झालेयत

पण भोंगे वाजातायत
दुकाने झग्मग्तायत
एसी चे झोत सोडतायत
सुंदर मुली गाणी गातायत
सुंदर मुले प्रचंड आनंदाने हसतायत
लाल इमारतींमधे खा-प्यायला वारेमाप आहे
अतोनात जागा आहे झोपायला...

ते गेलेत पण .
ते गेलेले आहेत.

आणि गल्लोगल्लीचे घाशिराम घाम पुसत घरी निघलेत.

Just like that

the new age rhyme

(with spanish guitar playing at the back..and janis joplinish voice singing)

There is a person called life sitting somewhere

hahaha
it laughs a lot
it travels a lot
it sleeps a lot
and yes, eats a lot.
it keeps laughing at all we do

and when it snores and burps and farts
dreams happen

lalala hahaha
I love the person called life

Vaara

Susaat vaara
Paala pachoLa
PivaLa goLa
Jatach nahi astaala.

the webmaker

(portblair house,ink on handmade paper)

webmaker webmaker

where are you?

On the window

or

the wall

Making a web

or

about to fall?

Red t-shirt

(mixed media on paper on a drawing pad)

to the webmaker

i stay up

coz i sleep

i sleep

coz i stay up

what do you do?

things under the light..

Bridge on the waters

(mixed media on paper)
These are from a series on Ahmadabad, a city where I studied for 5 years.It is full of colour,vibrance and noise as an image but carries a strange lull of cultural silence during the recent times. This work in its essence carries the experiences of my interactions with the city in relation to the process of self exploration.

without realising

2X3,mixed media on paper

With smell come memories and with memories by the beach some drawings.

Smell

i want a noseful of damp air

and that green smell

and the smell of fish

and your voice...breez.

the smell of deep grey

and the cold sand

my heart sits in a blue boat

and floats out there,in that deep grey

and it smells of that...day.

i want.

-junuka

This is not what i was saying

against deadlines...

Probably dreaming against the 'deadlines'

one of those days

WHEN I DO NOTHING

BUT FEEL EVERYTHING AND ALL

STARING AT MY DESK AND THE BROWN WALL

Just one of those days...

Laagi Tum se Preet

Marubihaag today.
Shredding sorrow
(or restlessness?)
into fine gentle pieces,
moving around my matter
like dust in the sun...
-Junuka



Bandish
Laagi Tumse preet
piharava
nisdin mora jiya rahe
udaas...
Begi aavo darashan deejo
asuvan zarat boondan boond

Blue stuff

Thick of things

from 1 to 2

at 3 in the night
after an endless journey and everything odd
from city 1 to city 2
from table1 to table 2
from face 1 to face 2
feeling very small almost invisible
trying to know why
what is it
who is it
where is it
and
why?

While Eveninging

On the shore of a slowly flowing tamraparni(red river)
and waving yellow grass
we sit on a rock
with couple of your words..
and my old saree

magnificent red evening unfolds ..

(Adapted from

'Tambesanj'by Indira Sant)

Focus

Focus is the only requirement to ride on the roads of this town.One can let go of traffic rules,even fuel for that matter. If you are capable of looking only in front and capable of zooming into a smallest lane with confidence and only think of a path ahead you have a bright future!

I realised my future is very dark as I ride the way I walk.Looking around,up,down,at people,arbitrary shops and additionally at myself with the background of a road in the rear view mirror!

I am trying hard not to and people help me in this journey towards bright future by generous honking and dirty looks.

Wish me all the best!

Owl in Japan

Stolen with permission from collection of 'Tokyo stories' by Abeer ,who thinks that his life is like a badly made student film with undecided cuts, too many jerky frames and random colour corrections.

Eleanor Rigby

Today I saw him on the road,coming from behind the tree!!

The boy I had sketched years ago,far away in Ahmedabad or somewhere else and had named him Eleanor Rigby.

This was actually just too much to handle..!!!

On top of the Hill

Who knows

where am I

who am I

what am I

I travels across

It echos

resonates...

Today on the hill

It wanted to tumble down but

It sang instead with throatful of air and heartful of love!

Binati Suno Mori

Bageshree was deep and transparent today.Like fresh water in an old deep well.
I was totally blown with a feeling of dipping alone in the well.Cold,large but soothing enough to make me forget who I am.
The bandish was about requesting..to say..'listen to my request!'to be sung in slow or mideuim pace,giving a lot of space to oneself to pause and express at the same time.

Binati Suno Mori
Avadhapur ke basaiyya
More tum bin kaun
Bhav ke taraiyya

Jahan jahan bhayee bheed
Tahan tahan diyo dheer
Janaki pat Raam
Dukh ke haraiyya

and of course as usual it went beyond what it literally meant(with Raam or Seeta or Avadh) and I could vaguely see the possibility of a road there,The beyond or the freedom.

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Discoing Bageshree

Like a free, wandering and beautiful feather the Bageshree made music to me today and I danced within.
I think the images came out of my head first and then from my throat. I have no idea what was happening!
Three saptakas:Three journeys

Once I had wine and danced the night.
Today my voice was just doing that.It wouldn't stop.We sang and sang.Softly,loudly,gently,vigorously and with some unheard inbetweens too.Just endless play with no boundaries of bandish or tal.

Just when I had already reached a desert full of sand and imagining my hair blowing by the wind,Anjalitai said, our Bageshree is having a disco time today.

sun painting!

was abnormally happy with a normal everyday sight

The bath

oil and acrylic on canvas 2.5X3 feet

Bagesh(t)ree

Last time the Bageshree I sang was just like melting solid as I said folds unfolding...Today what I got to realise was completely opposite. As Anjalitai says it was completely opposite to my character too. She said, sing as if you are the only one making a point you want to make.Do it as its the last chance!
And I did it.

Its the way one approaches every note and the whole structure. Putting all my little strength on stake I just did not ponder and linger(as I do always for everything)and kept singing as if there is no end to the road. I found something again and at the same time forgot myself completely with no other thought in my head.In my mind I was exploring a huge tree,climbing every branch and feeling every leaf.It was a different Roop of Bageshree.

When I stopped I felt so beautiful!

3 Kavita...Aarti Prabhu

One afternoon and one evening I drawned in these...specially the first and the third one.

and of course I have no capacities to translate these works by Aarti Prabhu,one of the great poets of the century.So..only for my marathi friends...a part of my soul.

Owls are up,I need to sleep

headphoning

Is it an addiction or desire?
I am wondering.I have to have my headphones on, whenever I am walking on the road,alone.Someone said I don't want to face the world so I walk around with headphones.
But I feel so good looking at everything with background music.

When ears are plugged and mouth is shut
Everything seems fine and gay,but-
Myself, even more invisible
in an anonymous entangle

But its such good fun!
Till now I have broken six different kinds of headphones and have become headphone specialist.
Have made bus conducters happy by smiling at them as an effect of music in the ears.
Have been running and walking so much and keeping fit,also saving petrol and the planet earth.

Am I not facing the world?

Bageshree

Music class is a gift given to me by my guru and friend Anjalitai.Actually its not given to me,it has fallen from top on my head like an unexpected prize on one firday morning. After many years I found back that little rest which existed once long ago in me...

Bageshree moved me inside out.I felt my body resonating and my voice,I dont know where it merged.It was there in its physical existance but I couldnt hear it.It was all and only about feeling.

feeling of folds unfolding.of being in constant light high.

Felt as if everything was talking to me,but without words.Dont know with what.

And all that

One and only NID film club poster I have an image for..Dunno where other works of art are...

The film is fabulous.The 6pm audi was fabulouser.

Its also very cool in its meaning,

well , I am a woman under the influence..

Today feeling high on life,for no particular reason..ONLY feeling

intoxicated,influenced,random and all that and liking it.

justifying existance(to whom?)

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A WomAn's day