Christmas Colours

Loooong wonderful weekends of the year for everyone on the earth and me the wonder-fool of the week ! Hey, I am not doing any typo here. And this is how I felt to myself this week 🙂 .

This weekend tried to read something to keep myself busy after weekend cleaning spree. But eyes were not moving right or moving very fast on pages. Alumni coordination activity is postponed for this week, so related NGO works needs re-planning. If I don’t keep myself busy ( even its busy for nothing), I turn out as a living ghost.

Idea !! Repaint the flower pots, but that’s not exactly what I wanted. But painting can be done. Though mini e-painting on Computer using Photoshop CS is turned out as nice experimentation for me. But after office works, I felt the need of keeping myself away from those bright pixels. It seems I am missing the original pixels of life. There was an intense desire to find the actual pixels of my paintbrushes, lost many years ago. And I wanted my fingers play with the brushes, get them dirty for cleaning the soul.

Drawing, painting, writing prose and poems is something which helps you out when reading or watching TV is not of much help. Though Ma suggested more as to get the harmonium from home or buy new guitar and join nearby some music classes again, but that will take time.

The heart started pounding for recreating those desired strokes. On Saturday, I went to nearby superstore and bought the set of 36 coloured pencils . Other only option was to buy cake type water colors for bachche log. That day when I bought 36 colours pencil set I found myself lucky again as in childhood finding 12 colours set I used to feel lucky. I sat to draw something without any rough sketch and after drawing what came out , is as redrawing of my childhood prize winning village scene. Could not smile back at my wish to return back to my childhood (my immaturity!). To prove it, I have kept all the nice looking sharpener extracts of all the pencils safe for another creativity.

New year is round the corner and there are beloved to be wished. Either I prefer to buy the Charity cards for the purpose or make my own and put my loving colors for them.

The foundation was rebuilt on the coloured pencils and on the Sunday evening, the crazy pull for getting my lost painting materials took me unplanned towards the big bookstores of Jayanagar – IV block. And I bought them. All time favourite water colors and brushes. After all the things got billed, only disheartening thing was 12.5% VAT on handmade papers. When govt. has planned to encourage the handicrafts of all types, this VAT on already expensive handmade paper needs serious rethinking.

Got back home with more purchases around 9 PM. Anyway novice artist in me is reborn! Get ready for the passion. For the night dinner, vegetables are already cooked, hence who cares for the dinner. I started painting greeting cards on Sunday late evening with the brush no. 000 and chalti ka naam brush. And in between forsake dinner. While I was in mid of my painting as the clock stroke the midnight, there was sound of fireworks to my surprise. Ah! date has changed. The life has changed or it changed the destiny. Its 25th of December. Christmas again! Time to celebrate life, time to celebrate moments, time to celebrate rays of hopes and of course my colors.

At 1:30 am with ponytail brush no. 4 completed another card’s background with pink . At the end left thumb’s back was full of colours used for shaping brush hairs during painting, so coloured were one water bowl and glass full of water. Coloured was marbled floor with color sprinkles . I am sure, its Christmas for me again:)

Wishing everyone a Merry Chirstmas !

P.S. – This cafe owner is a nice person . Gave me a big plum Christmas cake for feeding the hungry soul. May be a Santa without costumes 🙂

Loving the wild flowers

Many a times, I thought to write on big things but in reality the plans finished off fast before actual execution.

And I end up writing for small things like this again :

I would like to wander into my vacation destinations, my first love the mighty hills with springs, flora and fauna, second love – the cool beaches (and riversides) where the emotional tides play on the shores, third love the sand and barrens to know the harsh reality of life.

Among these places, wherever I go, I find one thing growing in all the sites – the wild flowers of various shapes and colours. Some growing in grasses, some in knee deep water and some orchid type on high branches and some poor fellow stuck in stones. )

There have been several occasions when roaming around our farmlands, I find small tiny flowers in grasses – pink,violet, red or blue. I used to pluck them and make a small bunch and tie them up to make a super-mini bouquet and bring back to home for giving to my sisters and make them smile. Though I know that , plucking these tiny souls must felt them hurt, but I could not resist to do so. Even while traveling the hill towns of Mirik ( Darjeeling still unexplored for me ! ), I brought home the bunch of wild hill flowers.

Again months back, while during Madikeri downhill journey, while my friends were busy buying honey and cardamom, I was busy collecting orchid kinda flowers roadside. In the light drizzle, I made a bouquet again with them. Should I add that it was again an object of laugh for my friends. Inside the vehicle, the wild bouquet again added to the beauty in front of windscreen.

The reasons may be credited to my unknown love for natural flowers or to be exact zoology. Still I can recognise well a Palmately compound leaves and Pinnately compound leaves. And then multiplied the taste, to realize the exact value of many of them, Ma’s love for Ayurvedic plants Blooming Wild Flowers - Harangi Dam - Koduguand volumes of books by Vaidayraj Shivkali Bhattacharya to identify medicinal plants from wild plants and their parts and make medicine. Wish I could had been a Ayurvedic doctor or at least married to, to make her efforts true. Aree haan ! One day I will write how I missed to fill the medical entrance exam form by one day !!

Anyway for the time being, you needn’t wonder if I pluck a flower from bushes and give you to chew for curing your mouth sore and telling it is ‘sipsipi’ flower, that will cure the sore with a sweet sensation on tongue for just few minutes, which is another  yellow little wild flower went unnoticed for many years for me.

We can grow the flowers of several variety at our home garden, but never tried to grow them so carefully. I think what makes them look nice and important, is the growing in the purest environment in the true care of nature.

ISKCON Bangalore – 3 : Vatsalya Festival

ISKCON Vatsalya - Culture Contest for Women - 22nd to 25th Dec 2006

As considerable number of ‘ISKCON Bangalore’ search results comes to this blog, so it may turn useful to say about our festivals celebrated there.

The International Society for Krishna Consciousness supports the preservation and promotion of the Vedic culture. ISKCON Bangalore celebrates Vatsalya, a talent search cultural contest for women, to encourage their understanding of the rich Indian culture. It’s a wonderful platform for them to come together and exhibit their talents. A fest of this kind will indeed be a memorable experience for all.

Please find the details here :
www.iskconbangalore.org/vatsalya

Hare Krishna.

Sea, Man and God

This is my impression of Tsunami using my paintbrush.Please see this painting at this link to get a sound effect. You may be asked to download a .wav file and it wouldn't harm your computer.

P.S: The free angletown has removed the free service to host photos without notice 🙁 .

Lok-Nayak – A Prakash Jha Film

Last night I started my TV set, which never had a cable connection. Usually I don't have patience to sit before the box for any movie or soap.
Surprise to me the movie Lok-Nayak was going to start. This is a bio-epic on the life of Jai Prakash Narayan, the great contemporary thinker from Bihar, made by Prakash Jha. Again Prakash Jha have succeeded to bring forth the widely talked issues of Jaiprakash Narayan’s (JP) life quite efficiently. There is a good balance between the documentary and a real life drama in the movie. Prakash succeeded to touch the delicate issues related to JP's life like his role in emergency, the couple's decision to lead a "brahmacharya" life ,the surrendering of dacoits of MP.

For me, I have been interested in Prakash Jha and his movies since 1990, because our Principal Dr.S.N.Jha taught him at Sainik School, Tilaiya. Quoting him Dr. S. N. Jha inspired us to take part in the dramas and he made us an instant stage setter for the cultural activity within the notice of 12 hours. Any one here from the first batch of JNVP ? Moreover Prakash Jha is the creator of some of the well-known movies like Gangaajal, Damul and Hip-Hip Hurray.
In this film too his craftsmanship included the interviews of some of his near associates. Although most interviews seemed to be the dumb statement of his life history and very few voices seemed to stick the principles of JP. The film seemed to be short and running fast. The photography and the music is appreciable. The scene in which JP's wife was dying on bed after taking the hands of JP and telling him to chant “RAM SHREE RAM” will leave an impact on some atheists. These are the moments, when the great weakness of human comes out, when he have no laws, no ethics, and when humanity overtakes everything. The film is a reflection of Prakash's in depth study of the contemporary politics. May Prakash Jha is confirming his decision to join the politics of Bihar. His independent thinking may not lead to any particular party. But let's see what the future have in store. Will this Prakash will follow the footsteps of predecessor Prakash for implementation of his principles in the society

Handwriting Thought

It was year 1994. I was at Chennai (Madras). On holidays I always liked to enjoy the cool breeze of Marina Beach or hopping through Higginbotham book racks, the biggest book store there at that time. I am a book insect (I call myself the grasshopper, I don’t like worms). I had never seen any such a big book store with the freedom to move, choose and buy facility. At Higginbotham, I felt like the free bird, which can perch on any branch. Oh! There was nothing to sit to read in the store, I did not like it. Standing constantly my legs used to ache after few hours. On other days I had flipped the books of almost all the sections except the astrology and cooking section. I did not have too much belief astrology those days but I like to try. I tried to go through the books of the section. But I pulled the book whose title was handwriting analysis. I pulled the book out. Before I tell the content of the book let me tell about my handwriting. Starting from class II, my Maa was very much concerned with my handwriting. I stood second in my class because of my handwriting. My competitor Dheeraj was the proud owner of beautiful handwriting so every teacher including my Maa used to give him better marks. How much I tried to write nicely, I failed. If I tried to make it decorative my writing speed slowed down. If I tried to write fast, the quality compromised. So like other guys I did not had any so called fair notebook. My fair notebook also appeared like rough notebooks of others. The pattern continued till my last Navodaya days. Handwritng matters for marks, I was sure. In every exam now I guess, I have lost at least 5 percent marks due to my handwriting. I know Maa used to tell me that my every alphabet should be legible. In Bengali she used to call my handwriting as “Kekrar Bekrar Theng” (Like legs of crab).As a punishment she used to beat on my palms few times too, to make me attentive towards my handwriting. May she have got more pain than me at those times. She has a pretty handwriting. He used to give me a fresh notebook for writing a page a day even in my class VI. My every effort failed. Even then my handwriting did not looked nice as my friends. I had a lot of inferiority complexion those days in this matter. Naturally I was looking for the way why his handwriting is nice, why mine is bad. I also write the same alphabets as others do but mine never looked fine. Although the simple answer was write nice then see it nice. But I wanted to know why my handwriting is not going the proper way. My thirst for the scientific reasoning behind the handwriting seemed to end that day at Higginbotham. When I opened the book, It was full of various albhabets of different shapes. It was a jumble of at least 10 types of I’s and j’s and almost every alphabet and so many writing pattern of so many human traits.
I tried to compare my i ‘s my o’s , capitals, slants from my habit of writing and those given in the book. I got my answer. I was much ashamed that day because of the introspection I did with my handwriting. It was just a mirror of my thoughts and my nature in those days. And I did not have much money on the day. Most of the time I did not have tendency to buy the books there but to read the variety of books and most good books were costly. I could not buy the book. Next month as soon as my money from home reached there, I bought the book. So the determination of more than 10 years and availability of such book inspired me to think over my handwriting afresh. At the time my age was 17 years. Changing handwriting was not as easy task, so changing the ego I had. Now I must tell that my handwriting was my reflection of my thoughts most of which was hidden to outsiders.Naturally I was determined to improve myself. My Dadu (father of my mother) is a proud owner of good handwriting too. I will put some of his samples on my website in near future. He always used the fountain pen and he used to suggest us using the same. I bought a fountain pen and started using it. Still since then I prefer to use a fountain pen. I became a child student and the book was a teacher for me. I tried according to the book selectinging the best possible way to write the alphabet suiting the characteristic I liked to be in myself. It was a painful time to change the handwriting so changing my personality. I never believe anything until it is told with good reasoning. The book said that our fingers works according to the signals sent from the brain and it have been observed that there are specific pattern appearing from the specific personality. Every week I used to analyze my handwriting with the book. I was moving towards betterment. I was very much happy on the day when a new friend told “Prem, your handwriting looks nice”. Thanks God, He had not seen my earlier handwritings. Anyway “A word of praise to a hardworker gives wonderful result”— Jaya. It took almost one full year to change my handwriting fully. But still today I recognize one thing in my handwriting that there is a hidden and basic similarity between my childhood’s handwriting and today.And this hidden pattern can be recognized by any other graphologist only. This basic pattern is the basic nature of one’s personality. Due to which I am a unique personality like everybody else which can never be changed. Fascinated with the subject if I get time, I do help others to show the scope of improvement through the handwriting. I am a frequent visitor of museums and I like to sit on the floors there . Kolkata museum have several samples of handwriting of many great personalities (My analysis : Kaviguru Ravindra Nath Tagore was over secretive to hide his mistakes to add the flow of thought , he used to blacken completely his mistakes). Many a people ask me whether a person having a nice handwriting have a nice personality. Actually what they tell nice may not be nice in our analysis terms. So I tell him “May or may not be”. There are patterns and traits which shows the personality just not the beauty of the handwriting. Any way your handwriting reflects you as a mirror. It certainly reflects your current mood and mental state. And there is every scope to improve it till the age of 25 unless someone is strongly determined to do it after this age too. Many of my friends tried to test me. I told them I can score 7 out of 10 if you bring samples as per the rules of analysis. I succeeded and most of the time I got distinction. A Few times I could not. It was easier for me when I know whose handwriting sample it is. In contrast it’s difficult and satisfactory, when I don’t know whose handwriting I am given. 3 years ago when I used to reside in Siliguri, one of my Nepali friends brought a notebook of some of his friend from his institute and told me to analyze it. I took two hours for it and I told him the characteristic of the person. He told me that I was correct and he became disappointed. The reason was the person was opposite to my friend’s nature. I asked about the person whose sample he brought to analyze. The person turned out to be a girl reading in his class and to whom he wanted to propose !!