certain train notes-part 2

certain train notes -part 1

footnote:all this actually is just nothing else but killing time.

sur ban lay Thaye (when sur becomes lay)

Ajab Duniya jaariya kahan hai
jaan paryo na mein ka, aage paachhe re

baithe jyo guni yeh hai, poochhat inaso mein
bataide kahan, ye aage paachhe re

(raga :hameer, composition by Pt.Kumar Gandharva)

why am i quoting this?
because this starts running in veins,
a truth again to be narrated in an expression.
a sur.a lay.a feeling.
he does it and you carry it within.
one doesn't only sing it.
it kills me.
just that.

ajab duniya continues
(in a loop)

leftovers and unfinisheds

in my window

(in my window,pen and ink on paper)

k a j a r i

preet kari toh ab kyun roye
ro ro apna jeevan khoye
kyun mathe tilak lagaye sajaniya?
(from a traditonal 'kajari'in Des)

may be when i have no answers
i grope with the words written by unknown people
lost in tradition.alive in music.
if there were answers,nothing would be
written or sung or expressed.
(note:preet,here i feel is love at large in all its forms felt towards all alive and gone)
and may be the ultimate is to get lost to never find it!

"get lost",they say.it makes sense.

it happens only in ahmedabad

as it is

amazed

surprised
romantic
circulating
upsetish
hanging
wondering
freezing
running
alone
i sit in one place.

a railway platform.

UNAFFECTED@4AM
(misty,dark and cold light travels from one to other)

my grandma gave me a bangle

(my grandma gave me a bangle, 20cmX26cm, ink and ballpen on paper)

one end of the two

(one end of the two,ink on handmade paper, 20cmX18cm)

in there

RAIN DOESN'T TELL
HER ANYTHING
ANYMORE.
IT JUST
GIGGLES AT HER
PUTS HER BACK IN THERE .
YOU CAN ONLY SEE HER HAIR.

the two

bihag and marubihag come along like two friends,
two ends of the same spectrum.
of sweetness and of pathos.
of undying hope and of longing.
complementary and yet connected.
i found my dry eyes shining back with water.
and i could relate to the bandish.eyes are an only truth.

e mora re
tumaso laagi
laagi naina
laagi naina, hamare

aao aao garava lagao
sada rang more balama re
e mora re

(naina:eye; mora:mine; garava:neck,body; balama: friend)

manichi mani

she is like a cloud up in the sky
waiting to say a hello and burst into water.
i love her a lot,
beautifully she flows.
she looks at me
to find me gazing
at her liquid shadow.
one woman in me,she is.

Work we did with Swach

publicity material for a waste management initiative in the city with Pune Municipal Corporation and Swach
these are two sides of an each foldable card.
1.


2.

an answer to a question never asked

an ongoing project on bathrooms as private spaces.
images:junuka deshpande

night is printed on paper for you...(to buy)

http://www.tulikabooks.com/bilingualbooks18.htm

dream

i is all i have.

may be you is all you do.

webmaker webmaker,

who is who

in this big damn dream?

Sakhi man lagena

Sakhi man lage na
Kahu jatan jin
manat nahi mora jiya samazay rahi
Sakhi....
Na jaanu baalam
mile kab hun preet lagaye pachhataye
Sakhi....
(bageshree)

i fly and drown once again and forever...
don't know why it hits so hard
hits and stays..strays..stays
no words to say what i actually want to say
why?

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)