Magic Tree

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Rapunzel Rapunzel....let down....

Andaaz-e Bayaan

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Bah Qadr-e-shauq nahin zarf-e tangnae ghazal,

Kucch aur chahiye vusat mere bayaan ke liye

In porportion to my fancy, the tight alleys of a Ghazal are too narrow...

I need something more spacious for my expression...

-Asadullah Khan Ghalib.

Who reads our thoughts really...

More than we read his.

Great Expectations

It was never Pip!  It was the convict first and then it was Miss Havisham who had me rattled into a curiosity that will never be satisfied. Great Expectations speaks about what became of them. I want Charles Dickens to tell me who they used to be...


Especially this shriveled old fruit of a lady still clad in her wedding gown increasingly getting cocooned by the growing cobwebs around her... 
She sits in a room in Satis House, a room boarded up to not allow sunlight nor the passage of time to show.  With all the clocks stopped at that hour when she was abandoned by her lover at their wedding altar, Miss Havisham stopped the passage of her life and remained... 


I have referred to another sketch for this one and hence will not claim it to be entirely original.
Or maybe I will to the extent that its originality goes only as far as the fact that i can claim to have stroked every stroke of black ink herein.




A tribute to Miss Havisham and how she left me rattled...
I sm still wondering Who she used to be...?

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A ball cracked bat shaped holes in a window

Pecheeda...

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It was not the most enjoyable of sketching tasks but I did persist and did so voluntarily as it did offer something to "do" in particular moments. 


The following words, woven into preciousness by Gulzaar, do not describe my sketch in any way nor does my sketch commit the folly of wanting to capture their essence. The sketch is far too barren than the vivid imagery and feelings the words evoke.  The two will show on one plane here simply because the words were shared about the same time as I completed the sketch and the first line resonated with what I had put on paper...


Irrespective of the fit/misfit, the words are worth being shared:

’Ballimaran ke mohalle ki wo pechida dalilon ki si galiyan...

 The lanes of Ballimaran are convoluted that they are reminiscent of the criss-cross nature of a lawyer's questioning.

Samne taal ke nukkad par bateron ke kaseede

Right ahead in a corner there's a teak tree on which birds chirp and they seem like they are singing paeans of praise.

Gudgudati hui pan ki peekon mein wo daad wo wah wah

People can't get enough of listening to Ghalib's poetry. They are consuming Paan and smoking (gudgudati) hooka while they go wah wah on the verses...

Chand darwazon par latkehue boseeda se kuch taat ke parde

The place also has a few old and tattered (boseeda) jute made (taat) curtains

Ek bakri ke mamiyane ki awaz

And there's a goat which bleats

Aur dhundhlai hui shaam ke benoor andhere aise deewaron se muhn jod ke chalte hain yahan

The evening is devoid of light and the night too is not in its full glow. It's twilight. And if you notice closely, the shadows are slowly embracing the doors and the windows of the area. And soon they'll be gone...

Chooriwalan ke katre ki Badi Bi jaise apni buhjti hui aankhon se darwaze tatole’

... And while the shadows are merging with the night, In the little space of Choodiwalan, there's an old woman who is straining her dim eyes to scan the area, to scan the doors

Isee Benoor andheri see gali kaasim se Ek tarteep charagon ki shuroo hoti hain

Right here in this dim lit locality named Kasim, there's a series of lanterns

ek Kurane sukhan kaa safaa khultaa hain asadallah khan Ghalib kaa pata milta hain...

And here, the Kuran is recited like it never has never been recited before and right there is where Ghalib stays....

Enjoying Knopfler one night....and sketching it another...

Knopfler's song with a reference to two curvy creatures that are such a delight to sketch.....

Patterns, of papers and birds!

When a tub of water is filled and left alone on the terrace, the first birds that come frolicking are the crows while the pigeons sit perched at a distance awaiting their turn. Once the crows  have had their heart's fill of drinking and waddling, the pigeons take their place, resulting in another round of frolicking and splashing. This is the time when we hear birds differently, not through their calls but through their movements. We hear a heavy sound as they beat the water with their soaked wings, we hear a gentle bobbing sound as they dip their heads underwater and we hear them flap their wings dry after they have daintily jumped out the tub.  They ruffle and smoothen their own feathers using their beaks.  They shudder at last putting every stray feather in place, ready to take flight!

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They have bathing patterns too.....some dive headlong, some cautiously test the waters, some take a few minutes to warm up to the wetness (I relate to them the most), some stand still, some are all over the place and some walk around!  But all finally perch on branches to dry themselves....