New colors

Spring and She

Steps together

Fluffy canary

 

A night with stars

Well everything starts with a daydream and not every ounce of it but at least some of it, in deformed or changed form, comes true. With an excitement  to see the galloping meteors across the sky I spent nearly one hour under the bare sky hoping to encounter one of the rarest events that we do not happen to see everyday. Well truth be told, I thought it would be like I saw few years back, a long bright flashing tail like a falling star that leaves behind the greatest sensations for such a vision. But it was albeit quite under measured.

While this course, I reinvented the aestheticism of star gazing when you lie under the sky and stars twinkle giving a titillation every now and then that they are going to fall. But they too are like the precarious ones who always have the maximum chances surrounding them to showcase something real and unusual but it is really once in a while and never predictable. They seem like tiny little bright white holes in the sky but still so fascinating, so attractive, so storied that I am in surprise that I spend quite a long time with them in the quietness of nights. 

It was something that went in a flash and after literally wrecking my neck I can never admit that it might be an illusion to my eye which I was unfortunately on my way to accept when I got an another treat of similar drop. And this time it felt real. Though quite an underestimated and reduced version of my fantasy but I am real glad that I saw it because like the event it is also quite rare that we go behind our every fantasy and it works out. We all are so busy in walking and talking and rushing on the ground that we hardly bother to look up where we used to stare a lot for our every little wish.I wanted people to hang out with me to partake the load of silent hours and share the physical pain of crippling my neck but the solitude at night after a real long time was also worth. I grabbed so many lost thoughts and was rewarded at the end no doubt.

Stars I remember used to be widely spread across the whole sky earlier but today they were clustered, though very less densely, to a squeezed central region of it. It might be because of the changing dimensions of the purpose for which stars were meant for. Though they never contributed much to dispel luminance and curtail the darkness of night but they used to be the source of fainted lights distanced real far to brighten up the sky and give moon a company. Their reflection in  a ripple less lake used to seem like a glowing coverlet with sparking dots. But today the light of earth is brighter enough it seems to blind the sky above. So they have retired.

Neways I hope to see lot of falling stars in future as well though I know they are already hiding and apparently getting extinct but that it's how we are going to realize that they are still there above.

Diwali-2012

With an exuberant mood of festivity and fun the festival of lights, colors, happiness, togetherness passed excellently leaving behind life warming memories with family. The year has been too fast for me and every moment now ironically seems to be too slippery. Weaving present with golden threads of remembrance is the only thing that we have got as a keeper. Diwali has always been a day full of exhaustive cleaning, planning for having something nice and unusual in menu, creative art and crafts for hangings and lighting, painting of diyas(which look like an epitome of Indian culture: made of clay, with a depth to hold the oil that gradually burns to replace the darkness with an enlightenment and after getting painted looks like all dressed up to flaunt the rays of hope and gleam of happiness), carving of Rangoli on the floor just outside the door to welcome Goddess Laxmi to enter into the house that has made so many preparations for her, celebrating the joy of mythological event in all prosperous manners. 

This Diwali too was the best that competes every year with last year's Diwali and wins ever time cause every year the enthusiasm and celebration gets added up.

All in a row with the same motive: to sparkle

A colourful welcome

The sparkles of delight

Starting Off

The making of Rangoli

Now waiting for the next boom of next Diwali................

Season to paint..

Well the season of painting has started with new colors and themes in mind for the preparation of a festive celebration. This time with a rural ambiance a lot of pictures are popping up in vision like mud pots, huts, green and rich trees, village women with rustic decorations and cotton sarees with the smell of soil, paddy fields draping an invisible quilt of air to mature the crops with the sensitivity of prolific land,a broad clear skyline with stronger sunbeams in daylight and sea of  endless stars in the presence of a monopolistic, serendipitious moon. So much can be put on the canvas but so far now the stretched board has just been primed and surfaced to welcome all these colours. The white canvas looks so serene which has the depth of all intricacies and surface of all simplicity one can think of.

Canvas surface finish

The experience of priming the board is though not new but with helping hands it was quite a fun filled and evocative moment. The floors when have got stains and brushes, wet bristles the project has definitely been started that has to be completed in less than a moonth. I have to capture each and every stage till it gets finally hanged up in the goddess chamber. so here the journey begins,

Cotton thick cloth got stretched on wooden frame and primed using three coats of white Tractor Emulsion(primer). Quite a cheap one as compared to the preprimed ones that were used last year. Neways thinking of using acrylics with water medium.

Borderline

Starting with the border line, white canvas with red border reminds me of the ethnicity that lies in a simple white cotton saree with red border that can be wore by a granny, or a newly wed coy lady or a classical dancer but in every forms it looks glamorous and graceful. Albeit a colourful banded pattern will be embossed over red as a mark of beauty of folk art.

I have done some preliminary sketches to get the rural diorama but still have to think for the centre pieces. I want to do some sort of semi abstract art this time, have some in mind though, let's see how it comes up.

Borderline complete

With a bright borderline the painting has been defined. I like the pattern that I randomly drew and chose among few. The border has celebrating yellow color like a wall hanging at doors in villages generally during any wedding or festival. The mud pots have also started coloring themselves with a layer of clay.

Mud Pots glazed

The worst part of working with acrylics is that it keeps us sitting at stretch for so long that in a fear of it getting dried up and non mingling we turn totally fatigued. I had to colour the pots in a row at one time cause they needed a similar shade and stroke and it took nearly three and half hours without break in completeing them. However the dark background has put some bright effects but still I find something is missing that might be found in between the whole journey..;)

Background finish

After all the background is now complete giving an etnic structure to the painting. However tyre swing is left out along with pastel detailings of pots and tree. Cloud technique worked this time by sponging blot of whites with a dry brush. Herbal arms across the branches too got a nice tone on which big leaves with dull white veins are resting.

 Behind the window!!

Well eventually I have realized that until I splash the vivid colors of feminism and romanticism of nature on my canvas, it really seems little incomplete and dry. The eyes reflect the vastness of this universe with countless emotions floating in its water mesmerizing the beholders to look through them, the world it is seeing. The semi abstract touch with the elements of woman-ism: pure, pious and tender.The rustic lady with the mystic eyes stands alone in the midst of festivity and celebration drawing references from her own life.

Behind the window!!

The workmen, the folks, the village men at the time of celebration of arrival of Goddess become the ultimate messengers lost in fun and devotion. The rhythm of festival, the vibrations mark the beginning of pooja. With the paper hangings, folk instruments and group of artistic people the section called for the excitement of the festival. 

The celebration

The complete picture: The soul

The big picture-2

The second painting(The rhythm) was made in so hurry that I couldn't capture its stages. The lady who got a lot of fame was made in three hours on the final day just after returning from the office. Like an eager-beaver I started posting colors on her face. And it came out real nice with a tinge of simplicity and a comely shadow of feminism on her face. It took me three full days to complete the tree and the sky. Every leaf had to be reflected in its true color. Next came the magnificent royal peacock with heavenly feathers painted with the best set of colors. 'The Peacock blue' color that I always used to search while shopping for my wardrobe was here making a perfect combination with pale green(or spring green?) color having small surprises of red and blue feathers. It looks like the most ornamental pheasant that has accidentally walked into my canvas to enhance its beauty and stayed for a while to beautify all the elements who seemed waiting for its grand arrival. Let us have a look of the rhythmic canvas.

The coy visage

The complete picture: The rhythm

All hanged up

After taking their places they looked like having earned their rights of getting looked at and loved by a number of eyes. They seemed amazingly proud up there narrating the story of my one month companionship with them and the whole story of their evolution. Finally in the chamber of goddess they held me connected...

Now waiting for the next puja.......................................................................................

Talker again!!

The talker has arrived again. In the short period of time, the facile tongue has to exercise a lot. One more expectancy for a big hole in the invisibility is making me a bit taken away beforehand but the religious talker has again been called up. It has struck 1:45 AM already but feeling good to repeat the moments time and again. Again the same butterflies whose fluttering would blow out all the air inside me for few minutes before it would happen. But selecting nicest chime of words to array beautiful and forceful sentences gives a strong feedback.

Waiting for one more GO on tuesday. Will definitely revert back with the experiences.
I am ready..listening to bryan adams  'All I want is you'  :) ;).
Presentation went all well with lots of nodding and cheering faces. The whole week although was bumpy and hence feeling a bit light although the emotional turmoil is still at height. After every busy day, a line that I remind says,"  All that has passed holds your glory and all that has yet to come your story of being more glorified."
It's a pleasure to find pleased people around me, the only task remains next is to forget the encomium as soon as possible to revert back to my own sphere of invisibility.

My nasty shoes

I got a pair of new shoes,

Black sole with blue hairline.

In the darkest night, full of clouds

Like moon beams taking a ride.

 

That’s how I felt when I saw them first

Calm, serene, with power infinite.

I now agree that love is blind and deaf

Cause I couldn’t listen what was in the might.

 

I often look at them at rest

And they stare me back from down

Even when I am walking or talking

They stalk me like my own puppet clown.

 

I hear they murmur when I do not look

And turn quiet as soon as I do.

They are like tiny prattling lil’ ghosts,

Stuck in my feet, my nasty shoes.

 

When I say left, they go right

And whine like I did wrong.

They are like at the end of me

But have held my mind all so strong.

 

Once put off they lie like dead.

With all life gone, without any say

I hate myself for feeling for them

and dangling my legs back into the devil’s bay.

-- 

Everafter

Just captured one story!! Sorry for the outmoded and the most common version of portrayal of a love story. I have just concentrated on the story in the captured snapshots more than the expression in the writing.
 

     

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Two friends happily together sharing the moments of friendship and joy with loads of fun.

They eventually fell in love and realised that all those happy moments were the signs that they need to be more than friends forever in the manner fate wants them to be.

 

The relationship however aspires for some sour and some sweet times where people involved get time to rewind the time where they madly loved each other. The references seem scarce and distances appear between the two making them feel the pain of not being together.

 

But the endurance is not powerful than the depth in the love they bore in their hearts. The faith they have, the trust they put into each other and the fear of losing the best friend they can ever have make them realise that love may ask for patience and  responsibility but all because to grow its magic.They talk, they remember, they bridge the gap that has no meaning in a life of happiness.

 

And feeling all the facets of love, creating even more surreal moments they  live again, happily everafter.

 

.....................................................................a common love story!!!!!!!!!

 

My companions.

 

My office desk and cabin invites me every morning at 9:30 AM to get reserved and occupied for next 8 hours. My workplace is not much tempting to create an anxiety for daily projects and I have to sometimes create my own personal corner with some adjuncts to keep me at ease under the pile of files and tasks. Some little things that cheer me up at the times I skip my work attention. These charmers around I can say allow me bear the 8 hours of drudgery which definitely is turning me lesser of a fun receptor during the schedule. The round pumice stones held in my palms percolate the calmness into me through my skin and of course serve as my personalised paper weights. My lovely duos from the frame keep me inspired and motivated to love my job and deliver just what is required. They keep me connected to myself. The one hanging chain of the damsel, a reminder of some fortuitous delights in life that we often receive and love to treasure just because memories and moments could be frozen. The only memento of such an event as of now that I do have makes me feel still alive and full of feelings that give my heart a compensatory elixir. The pen stand that is always in a hope of a nice ink-filled pen and stationeries to justify its presence allegedly holds up all my chits containing some scribbles. Often all these get hidden behind the scattered papers and files all over my desk and give me an impression that like them I too get carried away by the diurnal reservations and the moment I clean up, I feel light and fresh. These are my companions beholding me as a keeper, instilling a tinge of faith to overcome all odds and recreating a diorama of my personal essence.

 

On the seventh cloud



Winged with the balls of wool hanging in the clear sky,
all alone in the ebullient times...

 
Up Up Up in the air
When I leave the ground to hop
My feet leaves the wet soil
and joins the carnival at the top.

A swing with a wing
Hooked by the golden twinkles
flies through the fliting clouds
where hiding moon smiles and tinkles.

I am feeling the air
tickling the sole of my feet.
O' how happy do I feel
in the world of my dreams.
















With the lil' one who sits inside since always..

This side of a woman was seldom touched by me before where she has a part of her future child always in her just because of the gamut of feminism that she has. With this child who talks to her, shares with her, listens to all her doubts and is actually has just half of her impressions creates a intuitive connection with the other half sitting somewhere in the smoke of future.With this child of which she has the only clue of that unknown intruder, she waits and waits for the man of her life.....



 

All got placed..Hanged up!!

All of them after getting framed were lying on the floor and some on the bed waiting to take their positions on the wall since last two weeks.Though I got a nice company since all of them were in the same room till they were hanged today at several corners of my house.

Some are still to be captured in the frames but now I am lacking space I think.But doesnt matter,they too will get their homes.!!

The two most feminine frames are placed together to get an eyeful at the most beautiful sights one can think of, realising that eyes are to see, a lot to see.(at present by the side of the television!!  ;) :))

 Tuna, as the lil' girl in the little girl's room has been named by me, got her place in the middle wall adjoining  my bed room and restroom where she is still busy in counting things to do today!! 

This one(most probably cause lots of confusion among choices) is gonna go to one of my greatest mentors who took care of me in the industry for more than two years less like a boss more like a friendly teacher.Going to gift him for all that he has cared for.!!

 Was just mingling the left over colors from my palette on the paper when it came out to be like this.Melting moon with lots of water made it a blue, lonely moon as if being observed by two persons at the same time who are  connected ,somehow,through it(Just a thought that I exercised out of my all being romantic these days!!!!;could have been a haunted night where wolves are howling and bats are screeching....whichever one wants to extract from it...discretion allowed)!!

 Tuna was captured while was resting on the paper with the tubes of colour that painted her lil'girl's room and bright yellow sandals!! Lovely sandals btw
!!

Henna connection

Just did something nice and old yesterday and felt like having an Indian heart filled with courtesies towards nature and heritage.I and Vijji went out in search of Mehndi leaves to apply on hands and feet,though I generally put it on the entire sole of my feet to have a colorful footprint and a cold sensation in the sweltering summer. After going through every park and every road in the township we finally found one handsome, green, stout, tranquil, dense and fresh tree with jingling stems of mehndi leaves as if calling us for their service.The leaves were big and dark green with the water of nature's gestures carrying the colour of happiness that we recieved after we applied it on our palm,fingers and feet.The tree stood like before even more elegantly after being taken as a remembrance in our hearts and after our gratitude to it for offering this moment of joy.

The colours came out very bright and refreshing with the familiar and rich smell of Mehndi making us feel like princesses of nature. While walking barefooted, sometime when I look at my feet,they seem beautiful and tender like an auspicious mark and pull my attention to look at them again and again.I have been stalking my own feet and falling for them since yesterday which have coloured themselves I think with the prints of feminism.They are looking like the feet of a comely, soft and sensitive Indian girl who is fantasised by the different ways of decorating herself with nature and her colours.This henna-feet connection  remind me of the valuable girl sitting inside everyone who sometimes fall in seclusion but has as always an urge and titillation to do something new,different,creative and refreshing.Back to my daily schedule I am in the office under the pile of files and books but at the end of the everyday I am happy to meet that girl and gather some more creations.

A picture to see..to be in..

A bright sunny day where wind is fresh,
Sea waves carry the breeze, so clear.
The lighthouse stands still in pride,
To look for the pirates if any near.

My window opens up to let in

The blushes of the morn knocking

The bird woke up, made up her nest

I am all ready to hear her talking.

Sand is cold with the dew and tide

My feet could walk through miles

Along the beach that makes me smile

like the serene, blue, happy shore lines.

I put up my blue balls at the azure

which seems today bit glee.

With hovering clouds like balls of wool

and as broad & blue as sea.

"friends"

I met 'friends' when I was at the end of my second year of graduation before my results came out.I was pretentiously bit tensed for the grades since I had some backlogged experiences on my scale.I really studied quite hard and experimentally to venture into my subjects .Truely speaking that coarse of my study was till now the most rejoicing and resourceful journey which paid too.Anyways after my exams got over I needed something great to chillout and relax,something light and fresh.Here at this time I met those "6" of them:Phoebe Buffay,Joe Tribiyani Racheal Green,Ross keller,Monica Keller,and Chandeler Bing/Beng .Actually while mentioning their names here I tried so many combinations to have them in the order of my favouritism towards them,but this made no sense because  each one of them are unique and antique and precious in their own ways.They introduced joviality into our lives,no matter what and no matter where we are and in what mood.They have made us familiar better to say now after leaving our dear ones,reminded us the essence of all emotions and plays and acts in friendship that makes it greatest of all:be it gossips,secrecy,mockings,legpulling,jealousy,care,tenderness,empathies,standing for ones,togetherness,understanding:everything that is in human nature that decides how good friends we are and this way how blessed we are.At the end despite all fights and wrangles they stayed friends which was great to watch.
Even now whenever I have nothing to do or we are in melancholy the greatest cheerleader is 'friends'.I don't know how many times I have seen them but I can say that often in public or in journeys or whenever my mind has got slots empty they come in and a smile stretches on my face remembering their stories and laughters.
let us have a featured discussion over the friends'characters so far we have known them.

PHOEBE BUFFAY: ahhh she is too abstract and spontaneous.She cracks her words like a true owner of them and says for sure what she really thinks.Her weird family background wherein her mother killed herself and ursulla ,her sister weirder than her adds to the special effect in phoebeism.She never makes people unhappy no matter if she has to lie .she extremely loves living beings and considers trees,ants and other neglected entities to be most lively and soulful.Her songs are amazingly karaoketic and she rhymes her lines the way she wants.some of her songs that I remember are:merry cristmas song where she takes the names of all her friends and they repeat for her,smelly cat song where she got a chance to videofeatured herself apart from Joe in the group,chandeler-monica weding song trials.The way she brainwashes people entirely with a different line of approach by her unique arguments and momentary the most justified points of view can make anybody morally and mentally cripple.That person is compelled to think twice and Phoebe's remarks create a question mark on their lifelong intelligence.
The way she slyly turns the coarse of events towards her wish without the awareness of anyone is also great,like once when she brought  monica and rachael back on track when they where fighting over leaving the apartment for chandeler moving in.She does what she really want to without any fiction and when caught polishes with a nice coat of her words.  
When she started jogging with Rachael her style was raw but nice,she sees the most obvious things and walks unconventionally thus solely according to her.

collation:let us eat together........

A bon appetite and a gourmand pleases a chef a lot to his heart and creates an unending urge to cook and serve more and more.The tastes that get mixed and everytime prepare a new cuisine make one relieved of all fatigue.