what is required?

How do you always do things ? Do you always plan in advance and go ahead with it ? Or you just start doing it !

I always thought, the former one should be followed to have simple and a solved life. this approach can make a person more future oriented ,you would weigh the pros and cons of each action and be cautious of each and every step you take .But i realized sometimes people who do follow such an approach end up doing things for which they don't have an explanation for . you start doing something ,you are not sure of it but you begin doing it , in anticipation that sooner or later during the course of action, your would make your heart and mind agree at a single point and only then would you succeed . but my question is, is it wrong to take such steps? would you succeed if you heart and mind both are not into it, purely because you are not sure you want to do that ?

On the contrary i feel you can succeed! The passion has nothing to do with heart, mind , soul etc . you might not want to do something but you still can accomplish it with passion !

Passion, zest, zeal, to stick to your decision is required . Fanaticism is required to achieve your goal , no heart or logistics, no mind, no connection, no future ! all these might connect and click in between the course of time .if they do , you are sure shot a winner already! because now you know what you want . but if don't know you can still achieve what you have decided for with just a single point decision making . you put your heart into it may you achieve it way early than otherwise . but nothing would stop you from achieving it if you have the determination and passion . the heart and mind can come later i presume , i might be wrong ..!!

Exhibitionism of women

I don’t know if I should hate the experience . but I hated the sight , I hated the time when I was thinking what might be going on in the minds of the parents of the girl .

The parents with their daughter have travelled long distance to meet the boys family , almost ready to accept proposal .They come in with the optimistic attitude but the attitude changes eventually after they see the reactions of the prospective boys family , the reactions they get to see are not bad or offensive but yes, not optimistic as much as with what the girls family had arrived . and from that moment onwards I start feeling the awkwardness in the air .

How can the her parents act like that , what makes them act like as if they are selling a product . I am not angry but I am feeling pity on them. they don’t deserve it , that feeling should be of being proud , the girl says "yes" to the proposal may be because of the parents pressure,her dad has retired and is not keeping well . I felt yesterday she has no power or a stand with BA , MA and all higher studies in best possible education modes , she is still helpless , in no way can she say no! though she is being asked by all, but it’s like well rehearsed! she just cannot be expected to say "no"!

She has to accept ! she says “whatever is good and you think is right for me shall be my decision”. I hate the exhibitionism of women in order to get them married, she could not speak but of course burst out into tears sitting in front of about 15 people , a timid girl , being gawked at by all but the perspective boy. parents trying to push and strike a chord . “ of yes she can talk” of yes she can cook “ oh she can dance ! Wah! Why can’t she speak for her own self. May be if she does she would be thought of as too modern and if she doesn’t she looks like a commodity that is being sold .and on top of that if there has been no conformance from the boys side . the girl’s parents are almost broken .

It’s like they stand nowhere after crossing a distance of miles in hot summer afternoon . trying to smile even at a time they are scared to hell and then going back with no positive sign at all..

I hate it. i am disturbed and I feel helpless as I can’t do anything about this antediluvian process which can never be changed .

I respect women for leaving their life behind their parents their studies their room their friends their books their dresses their relatives their life their dreams , and stand there to be accepted and taken into a house where she knows no one !just for the sake of being taken!

The way she used to talk to parents she can’t now may just on phone . it’s more like a dog when its left for a day home when his owner goes out to work . he has no choice but to go.. he doesn’t know where is he being left , he just trusts his master . he believes no one is going to hit him there … he just believes the day school would as good as home , he would eat drink play just like home… he doesn’t ask or question just stays there for the day sitting there at the corner finding out that nothing is alike.

Worse in the case of a girl. She stays there for life .

I was a staunch feminist . but after this event may be I feel no one should have a girl child , because what the girl has go through at this stage of life (I know it’s a part and parcel of life , but still)and primarily because parents don’t deserve to behave the way they do just to give their daughter away !!! It’s a big insult for the daughter to see them that way! Peace Out!

A holy predicament !

I don't understand the concept of an atheist , they call themselves as the non believers ,they denunciate gods existence , they do not even care to question the existence of any superpower residing in the universe . They blatantly abjure the prevalence .

Where as a theist, a believer , lives life,day in and day out in reverence of the same superpower , which they themselves accept is beyond explanation but believe that it pervades. they believe, i emphasize just "believe" that the energy of some form penetrates all forms living or non living .

For putting their point on to the table of ratiocination they become extremely possessive and bring forth the fanaticism. They fight and argue endlessly only on their basis of their belief. They might not have any proof but they fight to safeguard their fundamental understanding of their own existence and they can never have that shaken .

The other side of table sits the argumentative atheist who fights for the non existence and feels glorious enough that it has no such concoctions about some existence of god etc. They feel wise and worthy of explanation and renouncing the belief of of a theist.They don't realize with same fanatic attitude they take part in the bickering.They fight with the same fundamentalism, just that the difference is, that the reasoning is in support of the non believers .

I feel their is precisely no difference between atheist and a theist. Both are staunch believers

one just believes and one truly believes in not believing at all. If I mute their discussion its difficult for me to decide who is on which side.

The closest to me is an agnostic , who switches the role on either side . Who does not believe but does not stop the cognition. He is ever ready to take in whatever makes him believe .May be, he does not believe, but he questions the existence .He participates but not to conclude , he is not fanatic he might be passionate, he does not blindly follow weather believing or non believing...!

I say he is the closest, as he is closest to the truth , he closest to reality , he is closest to being "gNostic". He is closest to experiencing it!

Agnosticism leads the path to experiencing the god , becoming a nostic, and then you do not need to sit across the table and fight. You don't have to prove to the world , you would have experienced GOD! you don't have to be a believer or a non believer . You have witnessed it and now you don't have to testify . This is the ultimate pedestal to achieve while undergoing the human revolution of your spiritual self .

Open the eyes of blind figurine .

one proposed thought which is widely understood as "law is blind" .

how are you suppose to justify the irony established between the explanation of one thought in two different ways ?

the law is blind to help people get justice without any partiality or the law is blind that its inability to decipher and see who is right and who wrong has eventually evaded.

Some times i feel the the symbolism relevance of the white statue standing with a balancing scale in its hand having its eyes blind folded , now holds no importance if its pointing towards any optimistic thought or image creation of that sorts in the minds of masses , it has failed miserably.

When I saw the statue the 1st thing I interpreted was surprisingly totally in contradiction to

what it is required to portray . with increasing conclusions and judgments of injustice all i could think was how rightly the "Kaanoon" itself portrays that it is blind and nor does it want to make and effort to open its eyes and see who is right and deserving .

The lady probably would one day want to cut open the blindfold herself to see whats going on .

The connotation now perceived is truly justifying the state of affairs .I would be hard to change! Either change the blind figurine or go one to one to give an explanation of its purpose of being there , Either turn the face or open the its eyes , probably then we could relate. what is "kaanoon" the law , that serves for us

Make him grow with a pet ....

He takes him like an elder brother .He is not pampered like an only child in any family , he not jealous or unnoticed , like how it feels when you become an elder one.

He is mature and he reacts responsibly . He loves taking care , he notices people . He has these values inculcated in him not by spoon feeding but by his own learning, learning from his immediate surroundings . He has never shown a spurge of jealousy or questioned the attention of his parents as since the time of his birth , even though, he has been the 1st child of the parents, he has received the love and was always taken care of , but he , has been the 2nd sibling of the family therefore he is not alone.

Since that very day this child appreciates the existence of the 1st baby family member and for him an elder brother !Their dog!

The irony is when the child was very young the dog took care of him , played with him and the child never missed his parents love nor did he get pampered by overt attention but now when he has grown up a little he takes care of the dog his elder brother , instilling in himself , a sense of maturity , he feels the pain when the dog is ill or sad.

He conscious of his existence and havoc sometimes the dog creates at home and scolds him for that . Automatically I have observed the child growing up without anyone else's nettling . He holds responsibility of the dog's food habits and walks and that makes his life and schedule quite disciplinarian .

Even though he knows he is younger and relishes the pedestal he has gotten at such an early age in his own family.

The best way to groom your child is to make him grow with a dog in the house, its death is the biggest lesson he would eventually learn and will be ready for the world outside . Being Humane and being shockproof . It will make him what today we keep endlessly trying to make our children , a better person!

Randomness and the blissful existence..

Lost in the air like a polythene , tugged away safe in the wind .

little good byes may be , but just a passing smile .

Can somebody hear me , i am screaming from so far away .

Morning wouldn't haunt me now , evening would eclipse away

Blame it on your self.

Accusation , Pin Pointing , Blame Games !

You do that , you pick fist full of mud and you throw at the other person ... you were hurt therefore you will make it sure you make the other person feel bad as well.you go ahead with the vitriolic attack, but then at that moment we forget we are not just attacking the other person but in turn 1st we are spoiling our hands by picking up the weapon of mud.

In order to attack we forget that we are 1st degrading ourselves and coming to a level where we castigate the other person .we hold the fist of full of mud 1st in our own hands and only then throw at the other person . Also you never know in the span of aiming we might not aim right and more often the half of it drops down in the projection trajectory .... may be only few particles reach the person .But you forget you picked the whole of it .

The total act of picking up and aiming at the other defiles your image . The other mite just laugh it away .

Up above the world so high!!!

Lets take a look at life , as a journey , through different phases good and bad. ups and downs . some times we encounter moments where we crib and lament about it . we may see whats going wrong in our present state of life and start building up a picture of our own state of life in a very negative way .

We never realize the way we look is incorrect . the comparison we make is illogical. we compare the present with what we expect it to be ,what we expect it to be in future . And thats where we commit the felony . What we should look at, is the comparison of present with the past . where we used to be and where we are now.

when i was young my parents used to tell my brother when he got less marks in class test that he should not compare with the low graders and be happy instead he should compare with toppers.

i am not questioning this teaching , it might be correct . even in the case of life's journey when we strive harder , compete and set an aim we should look beyond all failures and set targets of profound future. but when we crib and when we cry and when we rate ourselves , we should always consider our past as a measuring parameter.

the mountain peak is where you want to reach one day . 1st ,just the thought of getting at the zenith is important . it makes you begin . but on the contrary just the thought isin't important enough . wriggling around it would not make you climb it . going around in circles would not make you cover the acclivity .

what you need to start taking is diligent steps upwards.

there shall be moments where you will feel its been hours and days that you have been trying and still the peak seems far away . you may want to cry out loud .but how much you have covered can only be seen when you turn around and look the valley down below.. the miles you have covered and the beautiful view from up above that makes you feel the colossal task you have accomplished.

Reaching there is an important part , but how you get there is the most important . Mind It the last few steps can be the most difficult ones.

Fangs of the Mammoth

You don't realize the tentacles of addiction until one day you decide to raise you hands stretch out and breath . You fail miserably in doing that .You stand scandalized as soon as you see your self struggling out of the mammoth's prehensile fangs . Quite comfortable are you there ?isint it . with its touch and the warmth . less that you know , that he is not gonna let you go ...well actually you are very well apprised of this act. but you choose to keep your eyes closed or make your self comfortable in the ever encompassing and strifeling arms which were once around your feet and now reached your neck.

Strength and determination breaks and you fall on your knees , but are not able to rip apart the killer fangs . no matter how much it is tried they just pull you back .It is then you realize how easy it is to give in , but is near to impossible to even think to giving it up .

But for me its not the fault of the mammoth . He was never so strong . he was always waiting just there with open arms and you never left the opportunity to go an hug him . he entangles you more only because you close you eyes more . He sucks more out of you because he knows you are allowing him to.

He says in his white well dressed way "i am injurious to health " but you never mind giving up yourself to his open arms . its no fault of his . it was not his choice it was always your choice .

He would not let you go , until he has taken all the love YOU wanted to give him . the moment you decide to love your self and not love the mammoth , the fangs will open up . there shall not be any struggle ... there shall not be any fight ... you shall breath the pure air.... just as before .... live life for your self !

The Word i Hate !

I hate the word obligation .I hate it as it dilutes the feelings, the emotions.

When you say “obligation” what is it exactly that you are pointing out at? It’s usually pointed out at the emotional angst in which the other person is , probably the loss of words, usually this feeling is because of the thankfulness that is quite difficult to express otherwise. I totally detest this word because it quite conveniently degrades the feeling of respect and thankfulness towards the other person by tagging it as an obligation!

I understand no one helps the other if they do not want or if the other doesn’t deserve the aid, the words like “NO”, and “CANNOT” are coined to help you come out of that kind of a situation. But out of profound respect for someone or something you express your gratitude in case you are helped, it is usually misinterpreted as “Obligation”. I feel this word possesses a strong negative connotation which just surmises the actual feeling of gratification towards the other .

You might not always be feeling “small” or as someone who has been given a charity by being helped, that you tag the emotional outburst as “under the feeling of obligation”. People usually just express a thankful and appreciative gesture, they would want to do something in return, probably repeatedly just say Thanks! This I feel satiates the inner emptiness of not being able to convey the message really being thankful and not being obliged.

Life is all about give and take, helping others making other feel good ,doing good and spreading good. Its all a balanced act , one gives other receives, one gets up and the other falls . We should probably not count who’s done how much and for whom in what capacity, We should keep thanking and respecting the gestures and in turn keeping doing them ourselves. And Stop Calling it as an obligation act .

You need to shout this loud to clarify !

KKKhhhhhhhaaan.... from the epiglottis !

its on your face .... clear neat prim spruced up!

clearly stating the correction ! yep i am talking about the stark emphasis on even the way the word Khan is pronounced . Its an effort! its an initiative ! the didactic way , but probably that was required . Sometimes i feel things are so misinterpreted , that indirect ways of expressing your "right"point are never just enough . That is why the need to advertently postulate the corrections in the interpretations arise.

which is what precisely "My Name is Khan" is all about. what sparked SRK to make the movie was one incident , when he was frisked as procedure for checking at the Newark Airport . It was his , this felt disgrace that lead to the movie where he could not only convey what he felt but also give out something which covered the points of clarification and enunciation of basic Islamic fundamentals , whereby also showing the attributes and traits of an autistic person with aspergus syndrome .

The portrayal of the personality traits of person with this type of disability , proves to show that karan johar has done good homework , understanding indepth of such kind of a disease and making srk not be his usual lover boy .he walked with a funny bent , hopping all around , he never looked in the eyes , he has made irritating noises and given stilted narration , but when you walk out of the theater unlike other times the hero is not on your mind .you move out with thought - GOOD MEN and BAD MEN .

The movie speaks from post 9/11 trauma , afghan and iraq war , katrina , to US presidential elections .It feels as if srk took the baton in his hand to be the 1st one to start an initiative to change the recently twisted mindsets.He might have also earned goodwill in the eyes of his spurious brothers who issued a fatwa against him every now and then if he disrespected Islam . Its like the voice of a sane celebrity who has the power to make the difference because he has the medium by which he can.And it was high time somebody did . He has used this medium well , he has made a strong , bold and courageous effort and i am proud of it .

He has used the innocence of autistic person to convey one of the deepest and simplest fundamentals of humanity .Karan johar has moved above the usual gana bajana and made something that looks sincere .Its not his Kup of Kofee , but i repeat myself "its a stupendous effort".

ï love pakistan"etc comments and agitating shiv sainiks "etc" might be just a publicity stunt no doubt . but Mr khan...(from the epiglotis) this one is totally worth it . Atleast it would make most of the people get up and go and watch .

Am about to end my day today with sad news that stays in my mind about the terrorist attack in Pune . 8 have been killed and 32 injured . Its hurts and i dont know the dynamics and accouterments of what happened and how happened . ALL I KNOW THAT ITS DONE BY BAD PEOPLE .

You need to shout this loud to make this point that we can repair almost everything ,only because we made it , and atleast SRK has succeeded in doing that .

My baby...

Dobbie.....My Best friend.. who loved me the most!

Yesterday , it was after one and a half month that I was missing him too much . So much , that it was impossible for me to even think about the new year approaching . This was because the day before I saw a beautiful movie " Marley and Me"It was about a Labrador Dog . Suddenly , I received a call from Neeti ,she lives in my colony . She told me she was bringing ''Bamby" home .

It was amazing to play with him , when I said, "sit" he sat quietly looking at my face , his tail could not stop wagging and he dint stop licking my hand . Of course , Bamby loved me and was very happy as usual to meet me.I tried to find "him" in Bamby but he wasn’t there . Bamby ,is My Dog- Dobbie's Friend (I would not say Best friend).

My grandma Expired after a long illness in February 2008, we were left lonely . Me , my dad , mom and Gaurav, my brother sitting in front of each other .A Very important part of our family had gone away leaving us behind. I was at home around that time , I had just completed my college and my job joining was pending . In short I was left alone - The most . Sitting at home killed me . It was then when I took one of the 1st and the strongest sole decisions of my life . I decided to bring a Puppy home . I Wanted to Pet a dog . My parents would not have allowed and I knew it , but my brother supported . One afternoon while sitting with dad I just got up to take a decision and threw my mud money bank on the floor , shouted loud to call my brother to pool in and left to buy a dog , I knew I wanted Brown Labrador and I got it .

The 1st time I saw him , he directly looked into my eyes. He looked so innocent . Trying to say "I have no body please take me home" -Bloody Culprit. As soon as we told the pet shop owner that he looked sad and we wanted a healthy and a playful dog , the owner opened the cage lock and he was out . To our surprise it was as if he had gone mad , he ran from one corner to the other and started jumping on us . He went to all other cages where there were other dogs and banged with his claw as if he was trying to tell that he was free and he got a family. I knew I wanted him .He was just too over excited and playful , full of extreme emotions , he was immediately a part our family Before we could accept him he had already accepted us .

Dobbie , the name by the way was the biggest challenge for us , Hindi or English , funny or sober we were just so confused all my friends came in one by one , most of them scared as he never stopped jumping onto them. We finally decided to be least innovative and just replace "gg" for doggie with "bb".

He was all over ,with me ,beside me , for me . He never left my sight. Slowly and slowly he changed my life .I became like his mother taking care of him, it came naturally to me as I thought it was my responsibility. From getting up in morning the “exact particular time” and taking him for a walk , to feeding him Cerelac as a kid, it was a whole new experience .

With 1000 rupee pocket money I got his vaccination done and got his bones and loved the feeling of spending on him. What I remember clearly was when I took him for his 1st vaccination . He was so happy he dint know what was going to happen , but I had heard that dogs usually fall ill and they feel a lot of pain for few days after the vaccinations . He as usual very happily on one call of mine " Dobbie chalo gari main " came running . He loved travelling in the car he understood the word "gari" and many more like metro , khana ,sleep , sit ,eat , haddi etc . He was an intelligent and a very quick learner . The car trips he enjoyed , with his head stuck out and feeling the cool breeze with eyes closed. In the doctors clinic he was a good dog he obeyed me and to doctors surprise he said he is indeed a good breed and very obedient dog . Very quickly his injection was done and he was as happy and playing . . To weight him i had to pick him up in my lap and then stand on the weighing machine .It was funny he was so much a part of me that his weight was found out after subtracting from mine . He never ever fell ill. Even when he has ticks he never had fever... he always was as happy and playful , excited and healthy.

Years ago when we were kids I remember my friends coming up the stairs to ring our door bell and calling “Aunty will Sonal and Gaurav come to play”. Now , 7 to 10 kids with a football in their hands came to ring the door bell “Aunty will Dobbie come to play with us .” Some how with dogs and their 6^th sense they always knew who is going to be there on the door . he ran down the stairs before the children did , Mum used to get afraid if he could by mistake harm the kids by pouncing on them , so huge a dog and he used to comfortably play with so many kids. Running from one corner of the park to other behind the football . He loved kids and playing with them he never got tired and never ever tired.

Slowly he grew up , my mum who was so scared of the small puppy and touched him with a rolled up newspaper now became friends with him she would now not be afraid of putting her hand into his mouth and taking out our important stuff which he used to pick up and run in order to play . When sometimes in the morning when i avoided getting up and dobbie kept touching softly with claw half over the bed on which i was lying ,trying to wake me up softly with his moaning sound , I would shout at him and say "Dobbie let me sleep ,you Go and Sleep " he would quietly go down and sit , looking at me from a corner waiting for me to wake up and after half an hour he tried again by touching me with his claw and telling me to get up and take him out for walk.

He had unique ways of communicating with me. when ever he used to be thirsty he never barked , He quietly entered the washroom and sat near a tap , and kept looking at me . I always knew what he was trying to say as he very easily conveyed it to me .When he was hungry he never cried he quietly Sat near the kitchen and touched mum feet trying to tell her he wanted food . When he wanted to go down he pulled his leash and gave it in my hand . the maximum times he got a beating from me was when in the night when everyone used to be fast asleep he used to reach the kitchen and sniff around for something , it was as if his teething had never ended. He chew my wallets , dads spectacle case , our sleepers our relatives sleepers , plastic bottles everything he found lying stray in the night . he picked up and took them to his house , we used to call the terrace – the dobbie’s house .if something was missing the first thing we checked out was the terrace .it was always left open for him , he could anytime go and relax specially in the rains of summers and when he used to be very tired after play.what he loved chewing was the bones we got for him .the sparkle in his eyes was remarkable as if he could not be more happier . when ever we had to go out somewhere and he dint let go , we used to give a bone and then slowly sneak out of our own house . once I remember, we were going for a wedding in the night and we all were standing near the car , dobbie came to balcony and he knew we would be going from there , he kept looking at us till we went away .

When we used to be away and mum was alone at home , he always used to accompany mum where she went .Washing clothes , sleeping , taking bath, everywhere . He thought she was alone , and he was conscious , he knew he had to be with her all the time .

The time I remember the most is when at home me and dobbie used wait for every one Gaurav Mum and Dad to return from their workplaces.We had started the renovation work and there were laborers and workers all over . Me and my dobbie used to tackle them get things done . I felt a sense of inner security even though I was alone as I knew dobbie was with me . Though he was not dangerous and never even barked at any 3^rd person for no reason, but still I felt someone was with me and this support made me cross the most difficult time of my life till now.

When I used to be sad and low sometimes, he used to know from somewhere that I was not in high spirits very mystically he used to just barge onto me and slyly and put his two legs on my lap and sit. He dint have to say anything he just used to know that when he would get on to me in my lap , I will have to love him , and after loving him I would be fine .Somewhere he was right he being there with at those times I felt he understood me and without saying a word I was all fine .for the 1 and half year he had never let ne body fight he bark at any one who shouts in family or screams . he was peaceful soul who loved everyone . My father was very jealous of him at times, because whenever he tried to hug me , dobbie used hate it ,and used bark, for dobbie I was only his …. he could not share me .

One fine day 18 months of age he just left us , like every day he went to the terrace in the night after telling me that he was going at three in the night. When I reached the terrace in the morning to take him for walk he was lying there still ....and then he never got up. He just left me and he went away .we dint know how when why it happened , but he just left us and went away . again a very important part of our family had gone away .

He was there when I needed him , and I wasn’t there may when he needed me.

He loved me . I miss him because now there is no one to hug me when I come back from office , there is no one to wake me up when I sleep endlessly , no to come running to me when I say the name dobbie . there is no one to look into my eyes and say that he is always there .

The thing I miss the most is wheather it’s Bamby, Romieo, Mogambo etc , but My Dobbie Was My Dobbie . No matter which ever pet I bring home next , its never gonna be My Dobbie .

Dobbie.....My Best friend.. who loved me the most !

comma and full stop

what is the diffrence between a full stop and a comma , they are , as every one know , punctuation marks in english language , but if i ask you if you need to explain me the usage of these two punctuation marks with examples from the realm of reality and in relation to your life , what would your answer be ?

I tried doing that and i was quite shocked at my own outcome . I started my whole process of relating to reality with thinking what is the importance of each of them in language .Yes , one is to give a break , a pause and another is to end it all , to be precise .Very similar to their usage in language is their role in day to day life . You sleep every day what would call it , a comma or a full stop , you make goal and work towards it every day , and once you achieve it you stop working towards it what would you call it ?

There are a lot of things in our lives which are in a state of a comma , that how we think they are , but some how we realize sooner or later they have taken a shape of full Stop.they are so many things that we keep pending for future , thinking we shall take a break and start all over again , but gradually their existence washed away , and they are never started . while there are instances and moments that we have accepted that will never come back again , and have ended for ever , but they never seem to go , People who keep influencing your lives no matter how much you want them to go , they keep coming back it seems there is no full stop to them in your life .

But the point i wanted to make is very different , by now i would have made you agree that these to punctuaationn marks are ite importanat in your lives as much as they are in English Language.

Just as you can understand a English sentence in a incorrect way ,by misplaced comma and full stop marks your life can totally take a different shape you "full stop" a never ending task .

my new choice

the best part about painting is. mixing colours moving your brush, giving diffrent strokes , making what u like. nothing goes wrong . u paint ur way. no rules no regulation no syllabus.only u and your thought. not complusary starting no ending...
btw u would never know if its over , u can go on and on.
finaly u thnnk one more stroke can spoil it.lol
this is some of my work... in past two days


no escape.!!!!!

the cruel colourful world

मैंने देखे है सभी रंग दुनिया के... यह दुनिया यह दुनिया बरी रंगीली...

one lost soul in the whims and fancies of thw world stuck in the middle with a glass of wine. still hanging there but in no hope to drop out. no escape

PANORAMA

this is the one i started with , dint even know how to mix clours and in how much quantity.. how to hold the brush .. or how give those strokes but just started. wanted to make somethng that representes my life at present clourful but full of confusion.one thought cuting the other and every thot new in its own self. diffrent... sparkling.. bright and new and prominent.each thought, oh i mean the colour, has its shades of brightness. darkest to lightest. difrent schemes of same colour show.. how each colour is difrent from each other still being the same colour.
this was my first one panorama of colours.

NOT my Imagination BUT my ARt

i dont know what to say about this one . very colourful,,, looks like peacock's feathers to some and colouful sperms to others .but this looks nice.... alot btter in real. Actually all these pictures are on the tiles.done with fabric paints i know dosnet make sense though , but still lol.. they look gud and alot better in real..i like the shades of green bottel greeen and bluish green etc near and around the so called sperm fethers . lol

For the yash baby

this one i like the most and it is made speaciallly to be given to my favorite pal - yasha yashu yashi. watever it is.
actualy all that was in japanese. she just gt a tataoo done with yasha ritten . only beacuse japanese language has nothing called 'yash' . its either yasha or yashu. hehehe
i know its lil funny this painting is dedicated to yasha... i litrally went to google translator and typed yash and sonal and got those figures, the japanese characters..
well they were quite fun to draw.
the above one is yasha and sonal is writen in corner down right.
i like the background clour brown the most .this is cute and i wud gift it to her.

the beauty below

we appreciate what we see and do not even think about what we are not able to see.

this is a picture about the details of a tree, below the earth . roots and its hidden beauty. this painting of mine does not show the tree in itself except that i needed to show the trunk which leads to the roots. and Then as i see the unseen roots holding the fruits.

also wery peculiar are the shades of blue . doin which i took alot of time.

loneliness

i like the grayness in this picture. this picture is in black and gray only . i see it as a man all broken inside standing alone in dark under the lonely tree. the clours of the leaves u can see are aswell black . as its dark.and they can not be seen as green .

Bees Humming