metro

metro

The words that make stories are always illustrated in eloquent fashion. But here, there is no story telling. This is just me sitting on the floor and on my mobile notepad, writing what I see. Things that knowingly or unknowingly just further some petty agenda to create complicated scenarios. Diversely creative in origin are the ideas that get lost in gossip. Still, there is this great bit of admiration to be held for the people that just stand shivering out metaphors and painted analogies to another. I swap my card in hurry, hold the hand grill and push my way up as I refuse to wait in the crowd dragging their feet centimeter by centimeter to hop the escalators. Reach the platform, check the time remaining and go stand at the spot where the doors open. I see the yellow light. I see it coming. It stops. I check my reflection in the door glass and it opens, I barge in. The door shuts. I relax with a long inhale and see what I am surrounded with. People. The dribbling nonsense society spews, who feed into the ridiculous nonsense! Making me wonder when they lost it?   I believe in hate at first sight. I remember not to hurt feelings. Anyways, I am too busy to do that. I am too occupied to any other thing. Other than what I am going to tell you. Each day, any hour I find myself surrounded and packed with people I don’t know. Yet, they are all so familiar. So known to me. Because I travel with them every day. Not to confuse it further, they are categorized.  Broad categories. I am sure as you go by reading what I have written here, you would be amazed that “you” travel with exactly the same lot as “I” do. The moment you enter, the first thing you notice is EVERYBODY noticing you. Like what you are wearing is a sure shot question in an upcoming IQ test. And then there are some who doesn’t miss a single station to examine who all entered and wearing what, head to toe. Among them are further 2 categories. One looking from head to toe, curls up their eyebrows, wrinkles their forehead, stretch their lips  to one side and either say to the one sitting next to them or to themselves, “omg, what is she wearing!”. And the other, looks from toe to head, eyes wide open, trying hard to hide the excitement and wondering to themselves, “omg, what is she wearing!”.  There are those young girls dressed up in bright neon combinations, most commonly yellow and red. Taking care so much of their fixed textured hair that their turning around in reflex action would also be so much in slow motion. More than the breaths they take are the number of times their hands goes to check weather their hair still is intact. Matching shoes, matching clips, matching nail paint, matching bag, matching this and that. And there is no train which does not have a newlywed bride.  I don’t actually know what ‘newlywed’ literally means because this phase lasts like forever, I am just classifying them (women of all age groups, trust me it varies or let’s say ‘seemingly’) on the basis that they wear chooda and wears all kind of make-up they could adjust on their dressing table AT ONCE. The junior girls with or without their uniforms sharing loudly how extremely fun, extremely daring, extremely smart, extremely outrageous, extremely bold, extremely out spoken they are. Let me just tell you, anyone younger is too junior, anyone elder than me is too old. There are also those from village or other rural sort of place, those who attempts 50 times to get on the escalators before opting the stairs. Pushing people backward and making their way forward and stretching the neck so that their face is visible, out of the crowd and tells, which station to get down at. or, just say aloud that this is the station we have go get down, he has done his job of telling, being alert is the job of the other and act according to the voice they recognize. Or if alone, talk on the phone like the same wave length has to last all the way from earth to the sate-light and then back to earth to the other person holding the phone at that end and talking to them. Head up and maximum volume.  But the good delight is to see those old Ladies when receive calls to inquire about what station they have reached, looks around in every direction, up and down, in and out to know the answer. The glow or the pride that she still is in command, or satisfaction, or the blush of satisfaction on their face is SO brightening that it speaks volumes. They have someone to take care of them, take them along and worry about them. They feel good and it is so damn visible.  Interchange station. Very typical it is, if you see a lot that looks like who just got up from a sound sleep, sort of swollen faces is probably coming from the yellow line. Very image conscious, dresses and particular, well ironed lot is either heading towards or coming from the violet line. Rajiv chowk is a place where people go in all directions. Hit you with their luggage, push their way, sitting at the corner and waiting for their company, roaming around and reading posters and etc etc etc… Half of India’s population is probably standing at the women compartment joint.  A little beyond would defiantly be that one person who would be talking about the current political and economical situations.  Trying to display ALL that he knows at one go. And if someone, maybe the company only (who is most of the time even a dumber case, but there are exception at times, talking of those exceptions) participates, the former is baffled because that entire he knew, he has already said. So what he cleverly does is, slightly nods in agreement and changes the topic to some other political aspects. Just for the sake of saying it, it is supposed to be a conversation between 2 or 3. But the entire compartment is a forced witness of their so called wits and intellectuals.  At the same time their stand a guy in barmudas, crock, and earphones tangled around the neck that increases the volume of the song he is listening to and plays hypothetical instruments. Swollen eyes look up and then forcefully the head bows down into the book of some entrance exams probably weighing 5 kgs in the laps of the other guy/ guys. Who moves his torso to and fro as he reads as if making space inside the body to fit in those long sentences and complicated vocabulary. Eyes again cheat and peep a view and then again forced to limit the view. The other thing that I fail to understand is  how does stretching your legs wide apart, hands from east end to the west end and not giving any sort of respect be it elders, or ladies gives someone the “most macho feeling”… I mean come on, who doesn’t know that what you have on your head is some stupid over sticky oil and not gel (as you believe we think), these chains in your neck have rust, these shoes are supposed to be worn in winters and we probably got that you don’t have a chewing gum in your mouth so stop pretending. If the metro is crowded, the kids would endlessly cry. If there is enough space, they would take it all.  Some people randomly make friends. As randomly as, “oh! T-pain? I love his songs too”, or “I too had that phone”, or “ lemme help you with that bag” or whatever… some, share a cunning look, emit such strong negative vibes on a issue as small as not shifting or adjusting to fit in an extra body.  But nothing lasts. They forget who they hated yesterday and whom did they admire. The next day begins with the same rush and same stories with different faces. Or same at times. I have read you. I have studied you. Your storm and how many ways you are beautiful (or not). In the end, does the excitement of the people spilling out recommendations ever seem to shine that far? So what is it, which hides in toughs special shreds of audible truth, the ones that are spoken by the seemingly experienced? Do you think logic ever crawls down the backs and brain stems of their individuality?    I would gamble on the fact, that in order to take any advice at more than face value there must be some sense of progression involved. Even if it is just in infinite circles of highs and lows. Anyways, It is fun to notice how typical everything is. Who am I? You would never know. Because I stand in the crowd. The same crowd. Crowd of people so occupied with themselves. And if at all, by any chance, there is someone out there who took out time to notice people, would probably have categorized me into some. And whatever be it… I am least bothered as me too, am too occupied to enjoy my time in this world of familiar strangers… I love your company J

music

High melodies

The music begins… it’s the music you like…. The music you live on. It’s YOURS. And at the same time, all you want to do is share it with everyone because it’s beautiful, breathtaking.

The shades spread. The aura expands. Music colors the world. Music shakes the pattern, colors vibrates in loudness. The sound, the wave when played equate, to spectrum rays… displayed through haze.

They permeate right through my brain, accentuation, illumination light blows up. Expansion. Flotation. Colors are fun on this insane rotation... together they run into bright invasion.

mixed medium on paper

size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms

cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

corner

If sadness was a state of mind, there would be a pill of some kind.

That took all you our loss and grief, and turned it into relief.

But it’s not, in fact, it’s universal. In an unending chain of dress rehearsals.

 The tears we cry are like kaleidoscope that colors our view so that we may cope.

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

Godess durga

Typical purple shade of skin. Angry face highlighted by the twitched eyebrows and sharp eyes. Killer eyes. No weapons shown. Eyes are enough. Less of expressions on the face to balance it with the much loud mala of sculls around neck. Each one says some. Highly detailed skulls and hair gone mad stretches on the sheet and smudged forehead gives the supernatural emboss. not so angry, not so typical. a killer. divine and ultimate! 

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 4,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

monster

You will never let me see the secret side of you. You keep it caged, but looks like you can’t control it any more. Eyes warn to stay away. The wings help hide the inside. The beast is ugly. I feel the rage. It’s awake and out of control. I must confess… u feel so sharp to me. You scare me. 

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 20/20 cms
cost: 1,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

wakes

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wakes up... maybe in a forest. beauty intact. but no one to see. no one to admire.. no one to seduce. blessed with the beauty and charm.. looks around to flaunt. lips are coloured yet expresses distaste.... eyes display wait. streched up arm and curved waist are needs gratification. she wakes up from the bottom of the sheet in fading shades and rises up to form structure. looking around.and ready to wait... for long

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

nature

blue and green... shades of earth rise up, in a play. light and dark green.. light and dark blue.. forest and water. nature combined. stretches up, swirls and spins and grabs the bright yellow. the sun, and plays... grabs..  molds it.. own it..  

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

move

movement.... where did it start, where is it going... beautifully swirling the most prominent shades of colour palate, orange and red. occupied. standing tall and erect enjoying the two muslin dancing in the air along with her. what if our reality and dreams switch hues?? float up.. high... spin and dance..... WHAT IF WE COLOUR OUR DREAMS...

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

Aurora bore alis

what makes you? various shades, various temperaments. at times lively, bright and bubbly. at times calm as blue. sometimes creative with Green energy and at times naughty of purple. mature like brown and nostalgic like mosaic shade. what is what is a women. but above all, a strong face. chin held high and a confident gaze. there is much much inside. too much inside. its fun to explore. its adventure to dive in. its a grand spectrum inside making her what she is. or, whatever she thinks she is or you think she is or you don't think what she is or what she herself doesn't think. . lets sum it up.... its just AURORA BORE ALIS....

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

water play

mini jumbo enjoys! allot! alone!! no not alone. the pleasant stretched smile doesn't make the viewer feel that the kid is alone. and the glow and charm in eyes makes me feel like i am just about to hear the joyous laughter. turn a bit this side please. so that i too can drench in the stream of water coming out of your trunk. lovely shades. perfect highlights, skin and water.... so tempting!! so lovely...

oils on canvas
size of the art: 1.5/2.5 feet
cost: 6,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 
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scrib

[...i don't even shed a tear or scream with the pain
i'm beginning to enjoy the feeling of living...
as my breath slows down i notice the blue stains
staining my lips with emotions that are unforgiving...]

mixed medium on paper

size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms

cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

turn

I am who I am

 Who else would I be?

I turn, not to explain

But to give you a look 
to keep you wondering the rest of your life.

Yes, I do exist.

On my own term, my own ways.

I wear, I seduce, I laugh, I kill.

 I am not a fake

 Unwilling to break.

Red is my shade

 This world is MY place.

 Get used to what you see

(If at all you get a chance to see me next time)

I am going to be me.

mixed medium on paper

size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms

cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

extension

_{Extension of life is a “child” and this extension when no more physically attached, goes everywhere. Does all sort of things}

_{And enjoys this freedom and takes advantage of not understanding anything. As a matter of fact. Not understanding is the only thing that lets you enjoy. Once you start understanding, you would spend rest of your life with LIMITATIONs. The mother in green understands. Is worried. Cares, protects, and is afraid all} the time. Is trying to keep her naughty child safe right under her. The baby in purple is innocent and smiles with the greatest of joy. He is smiling because he knows nothing. And defiantly, the moment mother’s attention gets diverted, he would nowhere be found… 

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

united

Ascend  

Under most pressure is the face which in under all. Pressed and with under a lot of pressure. Little animated and a little fake, coz that is what we see here in society. Slightly over it which looks worried and tensed. Yet, a little smile has managed her way out. The subconscious mind. With a tensions and worries. Pretty face compressed under arched eyebrows. Over it is joy. A face with smile. Innocent eyes and smiling lips. No worries no tensions. Pure and magnificent. The top figure is unconscious completely. Meditated into some other world. Completely satisfied with own company. Beautiful expressions need no words to the beauty in and out drafted.

Whatever. As an artist, I would say, I drew some girls, natures most beautiful creature together united by the most mutual feelings, hair<3. With the left bottom girl drew a bit animated, by mistake. 

INK on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges) 

joy

That smile of yours is so strong. Especially when you have been caught doing something wrong. With how I love you and its okay. To keep loving you each and every day.

That smile of yours, reeled me in. and just as cute- your ill grin.

 That smile, I fell for in a snap. Way too quick! What up with that????

 From that smile I can’t get away. Not that I am trying anyway.

Purest and most sacred. Far far from the materialistic affects.  So naughty and so mysterious. Damn it I can even scold you. I fail to understand what is that that make you smile every time you sin and find that I caught you? I see you, all in anger and then the moment you give that smile, the aura hits me so damn hard and it’s like hypnotism. IT’S INFECTIOUS! I am victimized every time. But whatever, I love you!

dance

She is so out of your reach. You think you’ve got her and whoosh she spins into nowhere. It’s a dance of joy. Dance of existence. Dance of self gratification and joy. You just can’t trace her. Those closed eyes under blue shade sent want to see anyone around and carry on with her crazy whirling movements blowing fears away, far away. And those smiling lips, soaked by the waterfall exploding through universe, melting love chains, hands hung freely are ready to go wherever the wind blows and those stretched toes to take her as high as she can. Or maybe even beyond. Dance. Dance as much as you want. 

mixed medium on paper
size of the art without the border and frame: 22/30 cms
cost: 2,000 INR (excluding the shipping charges)