she flew a while ago

The pot

THE
HEAVY
POT
OF
GUILT
IS
PROBABLY
A
CAUSE
OF
AN
INCREASING
LAYER
OF
FAT
ON
THE
BELLY

La Vie Boheme

To Days Of Inspiration,

Playing Hookey, Making Something Out Of Nothing,

The Need To Express -To Communicate,

To Going Against The Grain,

Going Insane,

Going Mad To Loving Tension,

No Pension

To More Than One Dimension,

To Starving For Attention,

Hating Convention,

Hating Pretension,

To Riding Your Bike,

Midday Past The ThreeTo Fruits

- To No Absolutes-To Absolut -

To Choice-To Any Passing Fad

To Yogurt, To Rice And Beans And Cheese

To Leather, To Dildos

To Curry Vindaloo

To Huevos Rancheros And Maya Angelou Emotion, Devotion,

To Causing A Commotion,Creation, Vacation Mucho Masturbation

To Fashion, To Passion When It's New

To Sontag

To Sondheim

To Anything Taboo

To Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham And Cage

To Lenny Bruce and Langston Hughes

To The Stage

To UtaTo Buddha, Pablo Neruda,

To Bisexuals, Trisexuals, Homo Sapiens, Carcinogens, Hallucinogens, Men,Pee Wee Herman German Wine, Turpentine, Gertrude Stein Antonioni, Bertolucci, KurosawaCarmina BuranaTo Empathy, Ecstasy Vaclav Havel -

The Sex Pistols, 8BCTo No Shame - Never Playing The Fame Game

To Marijuana

La Vie Boheme

"La Vie Bohème" (French: the Bohemian life) is a song in the musical Rent. The second part of this song (La Vie Bohème B) ends the first act of the show. In between the two halves of the song is an interlude (I Should Tell You) with Roger and Mimi. The song is a celebration of bohemianism, especially that found in 80s Alphabet City, mocking Benny's statement that "Bohemia is dead."

scream

evening, aug3rd2008

cut to

beeing

FROGGING
PIGGING
CROWING
SNAKING
DEERING
SPIDERING

BEEING

NO
ONE
KNOWS
WHY.

a phonecall

a phonecall from Nancowrie island.

rain bursting
evening dogs barking
pigs frogging
children eating
water flowing

the sea...hitting the shore and perhaps a rock in me.

the cells in the cellphone turn alive.

STOP!

STOPPED.

NOW?

the heartowner

sitting with cold feet
i start drawing lines that help me make sense
when i seek and when i dont find an eye.

its my first time,in front of the heartowner.
he who arrives and sits far away,makes me arrive.

and we sit here in front of him as unknown people on a trip and as known souls trying to dwell in own hearts.

the heartowner echoes to pierce
my lines become invisible...
and eyes moist.

i dare to look into his eyes when i bend to touch his feet.
i only dare for a moment.

but is it all about finding the eye?
if it is, i will stop making sense.

26 Down

duritanche timir jaavo
vishwa swadharma soorye paho
jo, je vaanchheel to te laho
pranijaat...
-Pasayadaan,Sant Dynaneshwar

down the dump with myself
when i see the bottom of the dump
i realise dump has no connection with its bottom.
bottom just carries.it suffers but it holds.
and is indifferent.

26 years:how many bottoms does one see?

down with self
i lay peacefully
the bottom lets me be
and the dump flies away.

off

Switch it all off,i say

but will i reach the switch..?
will anyone reach the switch..?

by the way where is the switch..?

when some hands think

(mixed media on paper8X5)

kon guru ani kon shishya

Sadguruvachoni Sapadel Soy

Vinda Karandikar is a legend of marathi literature. On the occasion of Gurupournima i happen to bump into one of his great works...

he mazya sarva mitra-maitrini, shishya,gurunsathi...
tumchi khup athvan nehmich yete.aaj ajun prakarshane ali.

na daro rang mope...

Today we sang a new bandish in bageshree.
unique.direct.perfect.clear.
Sensual, Sexual, Smoothly flowing.
Radha talking to Krishna through every note, every matra,every word of the bandish and through every particle of her body.
The bandish runs really fast. drut-lay.full of energy.
as i sang i realised i was feeling the feeling.at least i was supposed to feel the feeling.

metaphors,contexts,spaces.a total mixmatch.i try to be one with it.i try to be one with myself.i only try.
It hits me .

I often wonder what were they like as people the Krishna and the Radha , who gave freedom to so many emotions of love, attraction,gaze, sex, touch and yes, a celebration of it all.

I often also wonder what were Adam and Eave like,as people?
Did they ever sing?what was it like,then?

na daro rang mope
tang vasan ang ang
pragat hot brijvaasi dekhat sab!

kaisi na tohe laaj aave
niharat jobanva mora
beech dagar gher let
mose chhed karat sab!

na daro rang mope...

Night

Illustrations for a children's book about night in the forest. I had put some here long ago...Here are some new ones!

gone with the sun

(poster colour on sketchbookpaper,2008)

Pages from HIV Campaign

Prayas,an organization works diligently for years on HIV and related issues.These are some posters from the series of posters made for them.This was also supposed to be a small book.It was a challenging experience to put information and complex social scenario surrounding HIV AIDS with brightness and visual interest.The bright yellow was inspired by STD booths and truck graphics!

Stare.

"Stare.
It is the way
to educate
your eye,
and more.

stare,pry,
listen,and
eavesdrop.
Die knowing
something

You are not
here long"

by Walker Evans
from 'The art of looking sideways'

aage aage

(mixed media on paper,8X6",2008)

mein tha jiske peechhe peechhe
ab mein uske aage aage
dekha jab mein aage peechhe
dekha sab kuchh aage aage!

Kumar Gandharva
(in context of his work and music)