the new age rhyme

(with spanish guitar playing at the back..and janis joplinish voice singing)

There is a person called life sitting somewhere

hahaha
it laughs a lot
it travels a lot
it sleeps a lot
and yes, eats a lot.
it keeps laughing at all we do

and when it snores and burps and farts
dreams happen

lalala hahaha
I love the person called life

Vaara

Susaat vaara
Paala pachoLa
PivaLa goLa
Jatach nahi astaala.

the webmaker

(portblair house,ink on handmade paper)

webmaker webmaker

where are you?

On the window

or

the wall

Making a web

or

about to fall?

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.