am I seeing it?

(Am I seeing it-1, ink on A4 paper)

(Am I seeing it-2, ink on A4 paper)

(Am I seeing it-3, ink on A4 paper)

(Am I seeing it-4, ink on A4 paper)

(Am I seeing it-5, ink on A4 paper)

(Am I seeing it-6, ink on A4 paper)

chirag-e-toor jalao...

the place where

turbulence lives

and feathers of peace float

Mountains

Cold

Trapped

Refuged

In my arms I see

two clouds.

One of my own darkness

Another, of flowing water from the other side of the mountain.

Chirag-e-toor jalao by Mehdi Hasan

Dharamshala diary

The pair of feet

The tree stands dripping in rain
I stand under,wet.
Looking up at the sky through the leaves,
drops fall down straight in me
(I wonder if they become tears?)
I remember the other day
and yet another
and then yet another
I think of all the rains gone by
and try to think of this new one.

and I see
The pair of feet...
sitting inside a mound of plastic sheet
and a hand wiping water around the pair of feet.
On a pink piece of carpet, sit shiny toe rings,red saree and sound of glass bangles.
and I see then
an entire home around the pair of feet.

I remember temples
and the pair of feet
ready to be touched,standing.

-ka

Child with bringles

(mixed media on paper)

Katchal, an island

E-wall, the village

Smelling burnt wood

Jacky ,the dog

Ashwini, the child

Clamentine, the friend

Me , the lost

and

found here...!

ते गेले तेंव्हा

सगळा वाराच थांबलाय
आवाज बंद झालेयत

पण भोंगे वाजातायत
दुकाने झग्मग्तायत
एसी चे झोत सोडतायत
सुंदर मुली गाणी गातायत
सुंदर मुले प्रचंड आनंदाने हसतायत
लाल इमारतींमधे खा-प्यायला वारेमाप आहे
अतोनात जागा आहे झोपायला...

ते गेलेत पण .
ते गेलेले आहेत.

आणि गल्लोगल्लीचे घाशिराम घाम पुसत घरी निघलेत.

Just like that

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