Clits , Tits and Elephant Dicks

Clits , Tits and Elephant Dicks
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By IE
Thursday July 27, 04:04 AM

YOU could be a 40-year-old man posing as a 16-year-old girl, a 60-year-old woman playing a 20-year-old stud-boy, a wallflower geek who becomes an adventure sports jock or a neurotic pimple-ridden teenager who turns into a super-model. Online, anything is possible.

Entering the virtual world, one can play violent games. ''The site Sociolotron allows raping and murdering in its virtual underworld and the site naughtyamerica.com clarifies that all this occurs with the consent of the browser, so it is a valid fantasy,'' says artist Sanveej Khandekar, whose collaborative exhibition with artist Vaishali Narkar, Clits, Tits and Elephant Dicks, opens at Jehangir Art Gallery on August 1.

Taking off from this virtual world where one can buy anything from dildos to life-like sex dollies, Khandekar will convert the staid gallery into a rocking underworld, filled with 12 paintings, two large installations and four glass table-tops that are faux computer monitors displaying actual and imaginary websites that cater to the huge online porn industry.

''I've cast myself as one of the real dolls serving customers like an eight limbed octopus behind the kitschy bar, tossing up a cocktail made for their fantasy,'' says the artist who positions himself through his works, both as a critic and a participant of the raunch and razz. Even his watercolours evoke a sense of the games and online sex without actually becoming a voyeuristic tour themselves.

For the uninitiated, Khandekar is a Marathi writer-poet who turned artist in 2001 with a show of watercolours at Jehangir Art Gallery. However, it was his mammoth exhibition at Pundole and The Museum Gallery in Kala Ghoda last year, that lobbed him into the big league. ''Even today, it's difficult to sell my work because of its confrontational nature, but people have faith in my work, which is why I'm having my next show,'' says Khandekar, sitting in his Chembur studio.
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MUMBAI: The moral police ensured that an art exhibition, explicitly titled ‘Tits, Clits n Elephant Dicks’, did not go on uninterrupted in Mumbai on Saturday.

Following an obscenity complaint by a woman named Pushpa Vitula at the Colaba police station, 12 policemen stormed the exhibition showcasing the works of Sanjeev Khandekar and Vaishali Narkar at the Jehangir Art Gallery and took pictures of the exhibits for evaluation.

Lawyer Mahesh Jethmalani says: “The police have no legal right to enter and inspect the paintings and installations as the exhibition is being held at a private art gallery. The lady, who found the exhibition obscene, went to view it out of free will. If she was offended, she had the choice to walk out. There is no question of conflicting rights or enforcing the law here.”

At the time of going to print, the Colaba police station was yet to register the case. Officials said they were still investigating the complaint. nnnp18

“We have not still registered a First Information Report (FIR),” said the duty officer.
Police officials visited the exhibition twice but did not take away any of the exhibits for evidence after the artists told them that it would take away from the value of the exhibition, said Narkar.

Khandekar said that Vithula “did not approve of the paintings and had a heated argument with another observer. She got emotional about the issue. She walked away. Fifteen minutes later, the cops walked in.”

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Friday, August 18, 2006


I complete an year
Late learner at computers
Internet blogging
Buzznet and Bloggerspot
Talonted photographer
Pictorial poetry
Leopard clawed
April 2006
Joined Sulekha Blogs
Karthik Kannan
Invitation mass mail
To this pictorial golliwog
Sulekha Blogs
Indian Hermit Crabs
Androgynously Amorphous
In a fragile glass bottle
Cantankerous
Carnivorous
Cannibalistic
Crab leg pulling crabs
Back stabs
Mellow mouthed jabs
Blog rehabs
Fuck the body
The ass of a soul
Up for grabs
I got sweet talked
A madness of mind
Bollywoods Most Wanted Madness
Ramp walked
And one fine July Monsoonal morning
Imported 666 blogs
From Buzznet to Sulekha Blogs
I docked
All overawed
And one fine Monsoonal August morning
I am without rhyme or reason Auto blocked
Krubashankarji
Associate Director Sulekha Blogs calls me
Says your passion for blogging is amazing ,
but your language is to pornfully mod
And too many cocks cunts and fucks overstocked
Spoil the child and despoil the rod
Now in retrospection
I find Krubashankarji s reasoning
A bit overflawed
Is it because of circumscisional evidence
my poetry that is half cocked
that I was as an Indian
posing as a Desi Amerikaan
Mee Mumbaikar my site blocked
I am still fuckin Shell shocked
Like a priest who masturbates
Nightdreaming Mary Magdalene
Is inconspicuously defrocked
Bhamini Ravishankar
Goddess of Prose
Had said change Your profile Jai Hind ,..
my Muslim default identity that
As an Indian was mocked
my reply Grow up Bhamini Ravishankar
The banter, the K saws (Keshavs)
And other fucked souls
On the cleavage of my decapitated ass
a braggingly hilt of a sword..
Simple Truth hurts
Muslims who think and stink as Indians
Are not Welcome at Sulekha blogs..
And me my Hindu born Ancestors
Were mere spokes Of Moghul Pathan clogs
And so I salute You With one raised leg
The hypocrisy of being a Man
And being treated like a Dog.
At all Indian sites
And those that call themselves Sulekha Blogs

Clits tits and Elephant Dicks
Jahangir Art Gallery
Cultural policing
Farting on our creativity
That as sensationalism
yellow journalistic
whores street walking
at midday
Mumbai mirrored and hawked..