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?)

(muddle blank muddle blank muddle blank muddle blank muddle blank) X n = rightnow

A WomAn's day

I need to run away again...

Aaie...My mother

When mother becomes daughter
and daughter, mother...
my thinking cap flies high up from my head
and comes back on my lap
with colours of shining sea,damp forest and rainy sky
with smells of rice,turmeric, oil,paper and chelpark ink
and some sound of my own bangles...

When mother becomes daughter
and daughter, mother...
I put my voice down into the glass of water
and the water goes down in me
with a speed of a heavy lump or may be an elephant
with sounds of caressing, flowing, cleaning and scrubbing
and some sound of my own song...

-ka

blogging with salt,pepper and little sugar

I felt like a celebrity today, meditating on the front page of mumbai mirror

The credit goes to this blog of mine which is making people think about a secret or double life of Junuka.

Wonderful.I heard some gossip about myself and was wondering if it was an act of immature creative imagination or a mere curiosity?anyways I enjoyed it...

Blogging is like cooking... with salt,pepper and a pinch of sugary sugar

I would love to know about my life through my blog!