Thursday, 6 December 2012

Wulf und Hund

And slowly, the hounds forgot.
Forgot the scent of blood,
of running free through the wild,
of their lineage from the proud wolves.

They gloated
over the choicest morsels handed down to them
and their eyes gleamed on the sight
of bowls with their names written on them.

No longer would they serenade the moon,
no longer would they know the wild inside.
But they would run gleefully
if they hear you say '"Fetch".

Thursday, 29 November 2012

Big Bang Blues - Tour Poster

Poster for the Bigger than Blues album tour.

Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Big Bang Blues - Delhi Album Launch Poster

Gig poster for Delhi launch of their debut album - Bigger than Blues.

Friday, 19 October 2012

Pujō blues

Today is Panchami.
As per religious edicts, it marks the fifth day of the fortnight of the Durga Pujō or devipaksha.
Today also marks the day, from when, being away from home will be the hardest, for the next five days.

By today, the pandals would be complete, the idols in place, faces covered, and a general air of festivity and nonchalance all around. At this time, you would not need alarm clocks to wake up early, the morning dhāk would awaken you and the fresh scent of shiuli would greet you as you step out.

The adults would be busy with last minute arrangements of the pujō, while the kids would be busy with their toy guns and games; the adolescents, the group of confused in-betweens, would be making detailed plans of meeting, lunches and dinners for the next few days. What everyone will be doing, in their own way, will be letting go of everything else to just immerse themselves in the joy of these five days of festivities.

Pujō, was always less about religion, and more about the community-based joy and celebration. The young and old coming together to construct a magnificient pandal out of bamboo, or to rehearse for a play or a dance recital,to work together as caterers and care-takers. The relaxed banter, or the mischievous gossip, the 'group dates', the relaxed homecoming deadlines, the street food, the new clothes, the stolen sips or puffs..these are what pujō stand for in the minds of most people.It is a religious festival surprisingly free of religion, the rituals being reserved only for the hired purohit performing the puja, and the more 'religious minded' ones who act as helpers to him. Religion is not thrust upon you, it is an option you may choose. It is this sense of camraderie, a certain sense of 'belonging' that is in effect the essence of pujō.

So, when you're stuck in an alien land, even though the outer skin of it is the same- same rituals, same pandals, same cultural programs, even the same lingua franca; underneath it all, there is a realisation that you should have been else where.

The people, after all, are not the same, and Pujō is so much more about the people than anything else.

Thursday, 18 October 2012

Bigger than Blues - album art

Album art for the début album of Big Bang Blues.

Based on the theme of the album.

Saturday, 6 October 2012


Reimagining a daemon from Bengali Folk tales..
As part of an invitation to create concept art for a comic book called Kuru Chronicles.

20th December, 2011

Thursday, 27 September 2012

Album Launch Posters for Big Bang Blues

Truck art inspired posters for the Big Bang Blues Album Launch Tour

The overall Tour poster with individual venue posters

Album preview gig poster

Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Big Bang Blues - Art Deco Poster

Art deco poster for an upcoming gig.

Saturday, 4 August 2012

Quartets of desire

A walk up
to the cloud-kissed peak;
hand in hand
from there on.

A ride down
to the old gray town;
sleepy heads and cosy arms
embracing bliss.

A hop over
to a feast of  longing;
joyous glances, magic words
and smiling on.

Friday, 22 June 2012

Shinkai and Miyazaki - Blurred lines

Yesterday, I had a chance to revisit Shinkai Makoto through his latest animation film Hoshi o Ou Kodomo [ Children who Chase Lost Voices Deep Below]. He always has a very surreal way of naming of his movies.


In an earlier post, I had mentioned what I felt about Shinkai vis-a-vis Miyazaki.  Two years later, looking at his latest movie, I feel somewhere the lines have blurred.

The movie may almost pass off as a Miyazaki. Maybe not the My Neighbour Tottoro Miyazaki, but very credibly as a Ponyo Miyazaki.

Shinkai eschews his love of the sci-fi and slides into fantasy. His perspective has also changed from that of the poetry of everyday life to that of a fantasy world seen through a child's eyes. Most importantly, the movie attempts a closure.

In his own words most of his works in the past decade were stories about characters who have to part ways with those they hold dear, but he wanted to take that theme further and wanted to deal more specifically on how to overcome that loss.

What results is a movie that is definitely a joy to watch, in the leagues of Laputa.

However, that being said, I must say I kind of miss the old tragic poet Shinkai, the one who found ways to infuse everyday life with a deep sense of beauty and pathos.

Wednesday, 20 June 2012

Big Bang Blues - Friendicoes fundraiser poster

Disney inspired Poster for a Fundraiser show by my musician friends Big Bang Blues.Friendicoes SECA is a charity organisation that caters to caring and rehabilitation of animals.

Drawn on Alias Sketch using Wacom Intuos
Coloured using Photoshop


Sunday, 17 June 2012

Escape Naukuchiatal - a sketchbook diary


Once again this year, I had gone to Naukuchiataal for the Escape Festival.

As an invited artist, this year, I took my musical beasts with me for a showcase. I also did some sketches of the musical beasts present at the festival. These are not coloured, but just ball point sketches.


Sketches made at Escape Festival 2011, Naukuchiatal as participating artist…day wise journal of festival activities through sketches



From the RabbitHole session
Sketch made as duet jam to music for Escape Festival at TLR Cafe

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

Salut Irom !

A tribute to a woman of true conviction and courage..

Monday, 23 April 2012

Yama no Kokoro

It has been a long while since this blog was updated. Partly due to the other blog taking up so much of my time and attention and partly due to other happenings in life.

Last year, I had quit my job. For three months, I had no day job and did not know when I'd have one again. I had had various discussions with many people on re-starting another entrepreneurial venture, but it did not happen. Sometimes the other party would just be lukewarm about the idea, sometimes the idea would need investments beyond our means. Ultimately though, all this got too much to me, so I did what I do best.

I upped and left for my beloved hills.

Well, I spent a good amount of time in the hills and also managed to focus more on my art pursuits.
But little did I know that the Hills had more in store for me.

It is in those Hills, that we met.

Wednesday, 11 April 2012

Uncle Scoot

Vector Artwork for a scooter rally poster organised by a friend.

Had fun making this mascot, which also got made as a T-shirt.

Concept art for tattoos

Some preliminary artwork done for tattoos on request from friends. Obviously to be made into tattoos, these would have had to be simplified.

The Snail’s flight

A flamenco dancing doe.

Sunday, 18 March 2012

Pencil Jams

A collection of images from the pencil jam sessions with the Delhi Pencil Jammers.

Done between 20.12.2011 to 27.02.2012

Monday, 27 February 2012

Minutes of meeting

Sketches made on notepads during meetings, some record the words, some record random meanderings ..

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

the super-raspy voice

For the past couple of days, a certain voice has been haunting my playlist time and again.
The raspy, gravelly voice of Tom Waits has a certain character that cannot be put in words, only heard; as for the lyrics, well what could I say for the man who wrote -

"..Don't you know there ain't no devil ? There's just God when he's drunk.."

So here's a sample playlist for you to savour..

Monday, 30 January 2012

Have we forgotten the Mahatma?

Today happened to be the 64th death anniversary of Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, better known as Mahatma Gandhi ( a name bestowed upon him by Rabindranath Tagore); yet to my surprise, of all my 850 plus friends on facebook, most of whom are Indians, none, except one, chose to mention him in any way.

Rather alarming and shocking. Quite a few of them are even supporters, and quite vocally so, of  Mr. Hazare and not so long ago equated him (erroneously so, in my opinion) to the Mahatma.

Yet they remained silent about the actual one.

You must understand, I speak as one, who himself has issues with the Mahatma. As I suppose most children born to dispossessed families or second generation exiles (refugees, to use the more brazen and politically incorrect term) would be entitled to.
The partition of our state did not and will not go down amicably in the history of our people. Only recently a prominent politician remarked “There will not be another partition...” reinstating that we have still not come to terms with it. Nor with the riots that followed.

But that is a debate for another day. Not today...

Today I pay respect to the man who changed this nation and the world. Because, regardless of everything, he deserves it.
This is a man who touched all; not only his countrymen. His influence can be traced from Martin Luther King to John Lennon.

Yet the multitude is silent, a silence that sends down cold shivers.
What has become of our hero? Has he been forgotten?
The state may employ all kinds of machinery to make sure he is remembered, from dry days to dry states to currency notes. Yet can these means really convey to the public psyche the essence of what he was. Will they ever go beyond the man, and maybe have a fleeting glimpse at what the man was about?

Today’s deafening silence makes me worry. Are we just creating an entertainment hungry populace who refuse to acknowledge anything beyond sports, movies or the current in-fashion political stance ?

Somewhere, if my Dad, who is not so net-savvy, would have read this, he would perhaps smile and say to me “That’s your MTV generation…”

Saturday, 14 January 2012

Ageing up to Tchaikovsky

So, I have quit my job last month, or rather last year.

These days, I'm mostly at home figuring out what next, where next.
I had gone for a short trip as well, which was much required. After spending an amazing new year's eve with my Tibetan friends at a private musical get together (more on that soon, since it deserves a stand alone post), I came back recharged and relaxed.

Only to fall prey to the obsession of checking mails every hour for replies and such.

But I've managed to elude that obsession as well, well mostly.
Most of my time ( I refuse to use free time, as all of it is free now) is now spent doing sketches, water colours, sampling new music or movies...and planning the next trip when the current situation is tamed.

Over the past few days, while sampling music, I remembered this old 4 casette collection we used to have at home called 'The Classical Experience' by HMV. I remembered how I loved to listen to Orff or Greig, and relished Puccini's Barber of Seville and Delibes' Flower Duet. So I went on a classical diet !

While listening to the same compilation a decade later, I have now found a new piece that seems to be stuck in my playlist ( and my head)..perhaps Tchaikovsky is better appreciated with age..

Tuesday, 10 January 2012

A Chance encounter

We met that cold night
as estranged friends.
Chance encounter,
a winter between us,
solace in cigarettes,
courtesy smiles,
hollow banter.

Perhaps we should believe
in Santa Claus
to gift us back
our stolen words.
The cold steel city
gets to us all;
children of the warm metropolis.