untitled it is.

(ugly blue ball point pen,ink and charcoal on A4paper)

a roof and a wall and ?

(ugly blue ball point pen,ink and charcoal on A4paper)

it is approaching

(ink on sketchbook paper,2.15 pm, aug 19th)

in transit

g talk creates great literature (this entry can only be for marathi friends...sorry)

Junuka: tu ithe yenar!
noopur: hoooooooo
:)
Junuka: khup saman ahe?
noopur: nahi tas
kapade
Junuka: ok
noopur: philips cha taperecorder
ek istree
kahi pustake
kahi cds
Junuka: cdya ani casets
noopur: ani itar satar fatar wastu
Junuka: hm
noopur: antharun pangharun ithe ch sodnar
bhandikundi hi
Junuka: ho arthat
dabe batlya hi
ani fridge hi
noopur: haan
badalya
khurchya
table
Junuka: bhinti ani chhat
noopur: khidakya
ani darawaje
kapade walat ghalayachya dorya
chimate
hangers
cooler
Junuka: kathade ani aakash
noopur: :P
balcony tun disarana chandra..
Junuka: ani uun
ani to paus
noopur: musaldhar pawasanantar gharat shiranar.. pawasach paani..
chikhal an waraa..
Junuka: dole galnare ekte kshan
ani kahi utsahi ratri
udas sakali
noopur: udaas sandhyakali
Junuka: ghaichya pahati
noopur: rengalelya dupari..
Junuka: takka jagya madhyaratri
noopur: ghar manasanni bharalela asatanach eketpan..
Junuka: kadhi ekta astana vatlela fullness ani anand
hruday bharnarya kshani
tap tap paani
:)

only mirror

(ink on sketchbook paper)

birds in my cells

...and there are moments when one feels all has become none. The Shoonya.all the knots getting untangled with voice coming out of my body and it feels like there are birds chirping in every nucleus of an every cell. what is an expression actually?i often wonder and never find an answer.

Nirguni bhajan by Kabeer
Ghat ghat mein panchhi bolata
aap hi dandi,aap tarajoo
aap hi baitha tolata...
sab ban mein sab
aap biraje,
jad chetana mein dolata...
kahat kabeer suno bhai sadho
man ki gundi kholata...

The light little foot

THE
BIG
FAT
PIG
FELL
OFF
THE FOOT.

AND
THE
FOOT
JUMPED
FEELING
LIGHTER.

(TUNE:JACK AND JILL WENT UP THE HILL...)

washed out

washed out

in blood

water

tear

drained underground

washed the ground

under the tap

i drip

A BIG FAT PIG

A BIG FAT PIG

CROSSED

MY

PATH

AND

I

KICKED

IT HARD .

NOW

IT

IS

STUCK

TO MY FOOT.

Hallucinating

tripping on an empty day

i hallucinate

of a full moon and a heart filled with rain

i hallucinate

and hear the sound of water

and colours dripping down my eyes

i hallucinate,

an end of an empty day

and the day never ends.

HA HA HA HA...

i only hallucinate:)

recent documentary class

TeacherTortureTeacher...:)

Ongoing workshop at Open Space,Pune

she flew a while ago

The pot

THE
HEAVY
POT
OF
GUILT
IS
PROBABLY
A
CAUSE
OF
AN
INCREASING
LAYER
OF
FAT
ON
THE
BELLY

La Vie Boheme

To Days Of Inspiration,

Playing Hookey, Making Something Out Of Nothing,

The Need To Express -To Communicate,

To Going Against The Grain,

Going Insane,

Going Mad To Loving Tension,

No Pension

To More Than One Dimension,

To Starving For Attention,

Hating Convention,

Hating Pretension,

To Riding Your Bike,

Midday Past The ThreeTo Fruits

- To No Absolutes-To Absolut -

To Choice-To Any Passing Fad

To Yogurt, To Rice And Beans And Cheese

To Leather, To Dildos

To Curry Vindaloo

To Huevos Rancheros And Maya Angelou Emotion, Devotion,

To Causing A Commotion,Creation, Vacation Mucho Masturbation

To Fashion, To Passion When It's New

To Sontag

To Sondheim

To Anything Taboo

To Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham And Cage

To Lenny Bruce and Langston Hughes

To The Stage

To UtaTo Buddha, Pablo Neruda,

To Bisexuals, Trisexuals, Homo Sapiens, Carcinogens, Hallucinogens, Men,Pee Wee Herman German Wine, Turpentine, Gertrude Stein Antonioni, Bertolucci, KurosawaCarmina BuranaTo Empathy, Ecstasy Vaclav Havel -

The Sex Pistols, 8BCTo No Shame - Never Playing The Fame Game

To Marijuana

La Vie Boheme

"La Vie Bohème" (French: the Bohemian life) is a song in the musical Rent. The second part of this song (La Vie Bohème B) ends the first act of the show. In between the two halves of the song is an interlude (I Should Tell You) with Roger and Mimi. The song is a celebration of bohemianism, especially that found in 80s Alphabet City, mocking Benny's statement that "Bohemia is dead."

scream

evening, aug3rd2008

cut to

beeing

FROGGING
PIGGING
CROWING
SNAKING
DEERING
SPIDERING

BEEING

NO
ONE
KNOWS
WHY.

a phonecall

a phonecall from Nancowrie island.

rain bursting
evening dogs barking
pigs frogging
children eating
water flowing

the sea...hitting the shore and perhaps a rock in me.

the cells in the cellphone turn alive.

STOP!

STOPPED.

NOW?

the heartowner

sitting with cold feet
i start drawing lines that help me make sense
when i seek and when i dont find an eye.

its my first time,in front of the heartowner.
he who arrives and sits far away,makes me arrive.

and we sit here in front of him as unknown people on a trip and as known souls trying to dwell in own hearts.

the heartowner echoes to pierce
my lines become invisible...
and eyes moist.

i dare to look into his eyes when i bend to touch his feet.
i only dare for a moment.

but is it all about finding the eye?
if it is, i will stop making sense.

26 Down

duritanche timir jaavo
vishwa swadharma soorye paho
jo, je vaanchheel to te laho
pranijaat...
-Pasayadaan,Sant Dynaneshwar

down the dump with myself
when i see the bottom of the dump
i realise dump has no connection with its bottom.
bottom just carries.it suffers but it holds.
and is indifferent.

26 years:how many bottoms does one see?

down with self
i lay peacefully
the bottom lets me be
and the dump flies away.

off

Switch it all off,i say

but will i reach the switch..?
will anyone reach the switch..?

by the way where is the switch..?

when some hands think

(mixed media on paper8X5)

kon guru ani kon shishya

Sadguruvachoni Sapadel Soy

Vinda Karandikar is a legend of marathi literature. On the occasion of Gurupournima i happen to bump into one of his great works...

he mazya sarva mitra-maitrini, shishya,gurunsathi...
tumchi khup athvan nehmich yete.aaj ajun prakarshane ali.

na daro rang mope...

Today we sang a new bandish in bageshree.
unique.direct.perfect.clear.
Sensual, Sexual, Smoothly flowing.
Radha talking to Krishna through every note, every matra,every word of the bandish and through every particle of her body.
The bandish runs really fast. drut-lay.full of energy.
as i sang i realised i was feeling the feeling.at least i was supposed to feel the feeling.

metaphors,contexts,spaces.a total mixmatch.i try to be one with it.i try to be one with myself.i only try.
It hits me .

I often wonder what were they like as people the Krishna and the Radha , who gave freedom to so many emotions of love, attraction,gaze, sex, touch and yes, a celebration of it all.

I often also wonder what were Adam and Eave like,as people?
Did they ever sing?what was it like,then?

na daro rang mope
tang vasan ang ang
pragat hot brijvaasi dekhat sab!

kaisi na tohe laaj aave
niharat jobanva mora
beech dagar gher let
mose chhed karat sab!

na daro rang mope...

Night

Illustrations for a children's book about night in the forest. I had put some here long ago...Here are some new ones!

gone with the sun

(poster colour on sketchbookpaper,2008)

Pages from HIV Campaign

Prayas,an organization works diligently for years on HIV and related issues.These are some posters from the series of posters made for them.This was also supposed to be a small book.It was a challenging experience to put information and complex social scenario surrounding HIV AIDS with brightness and visual interest.The bright yellow was inspired by STD booths and truck graphics!

Stare.

"Stare.
It is the way
to educate
your eye,
and more.

stare,pry,
listen,and
eavesdrop.
Die knowing
something

You are not
here long"

by Walker Evans
from 'The art of looking sideways'

aage aage

(mixed media on paper,8X6",2008)

mein tha jiske peechhe peechhe
ab mein uske aage aage
dekha jab mein aage peechhe
dekha sab kuchh aage aage!

Kumar Gandharva
(in context of his work and music)

a man called mukul shivaputra

he is a sound
forget music
he is the whole
he runs down the blood
forget music
he is a rock
the sound of stones

got to hear a new Bageshree. completely different.all opposing.all beyond music.
he is an addiction for a high forever.
i am only tripping.

i want to chase him.

game

lonE onlY alonE lonelY
let us play a game of es and ys

e y e
y e y
e e y
y e e
y y e

face to face

webmaker webmaker,
where are you lost?
looking for a face
or
wondering which one to cast?

face

(junuka,2008, ink on handmade paper)

my face,when i see it in pieces.

in retrospect

(i am just back from Ahmedabad,after taking a documentary workshop with 4th yr GDPD.just thought should not deprive my blog from some of the new found musings.hey, beware my students!you are not allowed to feel flattered.it is not because of you all.you were a bunch of pains in the ***!):)

i had never reached Ahmedabad in a plane, ever, in past so many years. i am used to getting off at the railway station, bargaining with autowalla and reaching NID. i would feel full in my heart approaching from the other side of the bridge seeing red brick structures hidden in green on the other side of the Sabarmati. It always felt that i was reaching home. But this time i reached looking from top, smoothly landed, got into a car and looked at Ahmedabad. The old city, Relief road, Elis bridge all looked very different. i felt like a stranger in my own home. i wanted to get off and start walking.

Unsettled as hell i was thinking what am i going to teach? What can a struggler teach? The one who is herself finding where she is going. Series of questions hovered around my head as the car entered the gate and i got off. The security bhai came in front and said, “arrey tum aa gayi?faculty ban ke?”

The earth shook under my feet. Now everything is from a different point of view,i realized and hid myself in the guest room like a stranger guest, wishing i had refused to come. It was all poking me to bring up issues i had stopped confronting and buried deep down my soul but there was no way back now.

So this is how it was.it sounds like making love..in a stormy love affair.i lost and found myself at the same time.

Anxiety wounded me
was dead
was buried

Messed around...

new life, flowered
Blooming

head full of 1621 violins

heart full of 2356 colours

jumped,thumped,ran,fell, went cautious
loved.

Here on i am staying away from nostalgia.Life is going to be straight,looking ahead!i have outgrown, i felt.i missed Pune which i never missed before.and i dont miss ahmedabad anymore,i only manage to remember it.i remember writing to a friend before leaving for ahmedabad, about my own attachment with the place and therefore a feeling of stressful fear to go back and teach.but i guess this goes on.

yes and i enjoyed teaching.

more to come...stay tuned..as you can see, two insomnias is just kicking!

How you turn things upside down, as if the potter ranked no higher than the clay!
Shall the thing made, say of its maker, "He did not make me"?
Shall the pot say of the potter,
"He has no skill"?

-Isaiah 29:16

i found this here in the library,in NID, the place i am in right now.About to leave, after completing a full circle..of being here as a student..now as a teacher.It has been a great great mad bike ride! This is where it all starts, actually.

A f u t i l e

eye and i

i am a nut
and you?
i am a tree
and you?
i am an earth
and you?

i am a mirror
and you?
i am a story
and you?
i am an eye
and you?

you me
me you
it is such a small world, i tell you!

-junuka

...shot again

Mumbai...
That says it all
Some dream of Shanghai
Some dream of bread
The city of dreams
mine,yours,theirs,ours.

The film interacts with the slums of Mumbai.The city practically runs on slums.Approximately 50 % of Mumbai's population lives in the slums.Dream of Shanghai evicted thousands of lives.
What do people have to say?
The film addresses the complex interdependence of people and the city. The labor and the prosperity.It was shot over a period of time with NAPM, Mumbai and is used widely for the campaign.