leftovers 1,2,3

1
2
3
(leftovers1,2,3 ink and salt on paper
with dash of an oil pastel)

tattoo story

the shop in Dharamshala did a 'permanent' tattoo which fell off in 4 days!
here is the real new one which will never fall.and here is me tripping on it.
i am now getting ambitious and wanting these things all over me.

tattoo shop

(drawing in Dharamshala, Himachal Pradesh outside a tattoo shop)

as

as i grow on you
you grow inside me
bit by bit
making me an ocean
of your moon.

in a cupboard with an old shirt

junuka2009 in sketchbook

Tagged!

I have been tagged by Soo to do sixth picture meme.here is the 6th picture from my 6th folder.

I recently met my little cousin Ila in goa. She lives in a small town of goa.She is 10 and loves talking in konkani and likes to run around all the time.These are her chappals, always parked in the corner of the courtyard.

Now i am tagging:
1. Anish
2. Noopur
3. Chaitanya
4. Smitha
5. Manaswini
6. Apoorv

This is what you have to do:

1. pick the 6th picture from your 6th photo folder.
2. tell the story around it.
3. pass it onto 6 other people you like.

spying an old shirt

junuka 2009

bheempalas 3

high on you.

on
my home with wet walls
on a road with rain drops.

and when my walls fall apart

you trickle in.

bheempalas 2

no trace of rest
you all keep me busy.

there is a memory of living in a cold green shadow
and there is one of hot blue thickness.
oh and i fergot about that one blowing wind on a very very old night
when i saw you.
BLANK
now i run around a polluted ball of mist, finding memories!
with bheempalas.

bheempalas 1

walking up the memory lane sometimes i shut certain doors.
i know they will open and i wish they wouldn't.
'bheempalas' opened them and made me feel, why were they ever shut?
it was a pleasant surprise.

more to come, memories are an irresistible species.

noise

open wires make noisy noise.
these connections make it wise.
i watch you asleep.
deep in me.
and then some sparks.
here and there.

you don't know where i live.
neither do i.
but still

i watch the roof fall.
on us.

city feels like a solitary confinement.
new year wishes with love and hope.
in solidarity,
junuka

a
big
black hole says,
welcome!
hit enter?

sketchbook,day 4 and the end.

sketchbook, day3

sketchbook,day2

sketchbook,day 1

attended the famous sawai gandharva music festival in pune for the first time.
posting the sketchbook here for you.

an ode to deleting

i cant vanish you.can i?

i dont know how to hide you

but webmaker webmaker

tell me how to live without you?

altered was the light

studio lamp on 27nov08

about not having anything to say

about not having anything to say is something i started to say but i dont know how to say it because i really dont have anything to say in particular but that doesnt mean i dont say things so this is to say that i have something to say but i feel i have nothing to say.
nonsense?
sense is unnatural.caution is unnatural.humility is?
rules are unnatural.highways are unnatural.making is?
art is unnatural.may be science too.food is?
cavewoman tied creepers around her i tie truths.
what is truth?what i see is truth.but i see lies so lies are actually the truth.
point is basically all has gone w-a-r-p-e-d in perspective!

Eames says

Charles Eames was a famous designer and design thinker..
a quote from a book about him i read,i thought i should share it here.

He often quoted from bhagvad geeta,"work done with anxiety about results is far inferior to work done without such anxiety,in the calm of self surrender."And he often attributed this idea to the physicist Richard Feynman,"Choose your corner,pick away at it carefully,intensely and to the best of your ability,and that way you might change the world."

book:100 quotes by Charles Eames, edited by Carla Hartman and Eames Demetrios

it seems

it seems a game of truths and lies

the moon has too many eyes

though all are yours, two are mine

untitled

(ink on paper, 20X18cm)

i cant do it .

title has to be found

at12noon in the life of a certain professional...

1...2,3,4....1....2,3,4

in my ears
you breathed
hot
scolding air
and
prolific sound of your whiff

you made me
sing inside

you are the life
but today you scared me.

in rhythm.

i am not am i

full of moons
i swing
feet float flown
heavy, as air before the rain.

clogged
tough i stay
witty waiting wailing (a little)
dreaming, as water in a pond.

big and round
beautiful and glowing
slow and graceful, it all seems.
but nothing comes out.
just nothing.

though

am not scared,you are.

pages to water and sky

(oil pastels on paper, 22X16cm)

201

footnote:

the ratio (almost) 200days: 200 posts seems (almost)unreal to me considering my relentless but failed attempts of regularities (almost) everywhere else.

series: mission mute

(ink on paper,21x29cm)

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?