Friday, April 17, 2015

Drawing the line

Created in response to the debates on the ground that followed the gruesome incident of rape 
that shook New Delhi in 2012, 'Drawing the line' is a thought provoking anthology of graphic 
narratives by fourteen spirited women artists who cleverly and subversively articulate their 
thoughts on a variety of issues ranging from identity to female foeticide to the importance
one gives to the colour of ones skin. The stories were conceived at a workshop conducted
by Zubaan and the Goethe Institut, Delhi in April last year. You can read a little more about
the workshop in a previous post here. You can buy the book here

Friday, March 27, 2015

sketchbook pages

An acquaintance came by home the other day, and we were looking at some
sketchbooks. These people peeped out and I decide to post them here.

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Overheard on the ladies coach - illustrations for the BBC

I collaborated recently with Shalu Yadav of the BBC to create these 
illustrations for a piece she did on conversations one hears on the ladies
coach of the Delhi metro. You can read the entire piece here  with a few 
moreillustrations and a video with Shalu giving you a peek inside the ladies 
coach.A special thank you to Samanthi Dissanayake , blog editor of the
South Asia hub, BBC World services for getting Shalu and me together 
for this.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Noo Dight

On a certain 2 year old's birthday, her mom requested a poem she had written, to be illustrated, and this is what came of it :)

Friday, February 27, 2015

IAWRT exhibition

If you happen to find yourself near India International Centre, Max Mueller marg near Lodhi road,
 do stroll in and take a look. Some of my prints are on display along with the lovely drawings of Radhaben Garva and Shruti Shyam.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Cremation: Agha Shahid Ali

On reading Basharat Peer's excellent memoir 'curfewed night'. I couldn't help but
revisit Agha Shahid Ali, whos poems make more than one appearance in the book.
I found this one, in a collection called 'The veiled suit'

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Auto ride (+ lecture) yesterday

Delhi's been in a frenzy ever since campaigning for the upcoming elections began. The entire city is littered with campaign material (so much for the 'swach bharat' mission!) and syrupy campaigners ring my door bell every once in a while. I took two auto rides and a taxi ride yesterday. Predictably, talk veered towards the elections and if the conversations I had were anything to go by, (and yes, yes 3 people is no opinion poll!) David might just win this fight. At least, it's evident a lot of hopes are pinned on AAP. All of them mentioned the trouble they had with officials extracting money from them.."Bas is se chutkaara chahiye!" Did you know that to get a license to drive an auto rickshaw, one has to be what is called a 10th pass? "Sarkaar hi itne bekaar kannoon banati dusvi pass ki farzi certificate banaane mein majboor ho jaate hain sab. Kejriwal hi kuch kar sakta hai" said the first auto driver whom I hired from Greenpark to Saket. (The government makes completely inane rules..all of us have no other way but to procure fake 10th pass certificates. Only Kejriwal can do something") 

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Chandigarh Children's literature festival

I was at the Chandigarh children's literature festival yesterday and took
a workshop with few really sweet and enthusiastic  kids. We made some
fun characters together.

Monday, January 19, 2015

When in Kerala

Having lived in close to thirteen towns and cities throughout my life, it's become difficult for me to answer the inevitable
"Where are you from?" question. I sometimes settle for Kochi; even though I've really only lived there for two years and Delhi is the city I've lived the longest in at a stretch of time. Yet, in Delhi, I still feel like a migrant; an observer looking at the city from the outside. I love the city, but with each visit to Kochi, my affection for it grows deeper and with each return to Delhi, my heart inevitable sinks at the first sight of it through the airplane window. Here are a few sketches from my last visit to Kerala.  

At Wayanad: God's own country prospers due to money that is sent in from the NRI's
who are hardly mentioned in the media; the ones in the middle east.

Wayanad: Near Sultan Batheri; the place where Tipu Sultan's battery (place where
weapons are kept) existed.



River bank: Bharatapuzha, Kuttipuram

Kochi blues brothers: The infamous 'blue shirt' labourers of Kerala

Kochi bus stop

At fort Kochi

#whyloiter. I visited the Kochi Muziris biennale and loitered around a lot on my own, looking at art and admiring the beautiful buildings and trees of Fort Kochi. On one of the days when the heat was getting the better of me I stopped by to drink some tender coconut water. I think the old man who sold the coconut to me found me rather amusing.
The biennale was wonderful. It was so nice to see art being accessible to everyone. Fort Kochi was full of curious visitors; apart  from artists, there were students from schools and colleges, folks with regular office jobs, naval cadets and officers, sweet old couples in mundus and saris and even nuns and priests who could be seen looking at massive artworks with wonder and inquisitiveness   

Tiny carol singer

On the way to Erumely, Kottayam. The shabarimala season was on.

Back in Kochi, luck is waiting to be sold

And the red flags still exist 

Father Pillion: Kochi . I feel lucky to have been born in such a diverse country. Homogeneity would be so bloody boring.

And there was also time spent with the family: The sister

The niece


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