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.