Two styles to paint life!

There are painters in this world who are respected than there are those uncelebrated. But when all painters paint, every painting is as fresh a project as raising a new child.

But in essence the process of paining is either of 2 types. In the first style of painting a painter has a vision and knows exactly what he is painting. They know what will be where in the scene they are rendering. Most of the portraits are a result of this clearly. These painters never stroke their brush until and unless they are sure what is that they want there. Measured and clear they live their life risk free by planning ahead their painting.

Then there are the others. Others, who are neither devoid of any inspiration nor bound by it. Those who don’t paint their paintings but those whose paintings paint themselves. The painter starts painting and then the brush and colors takeover. The colors manifest themselves and so does the destiny of the art. These painters flow with the time and painting and come up with art that has created itself. These painters don’t shy away from giving the brush of their life in the hands of destiny.

Both the painters live together in harmony with each other in this world. However it’s difficult to guess after having a look at the painting that which of the two painters painted it.

Hoslon ki Udaan

So this post is inspired by someone’s FB status message I read today

“ Pankhon se kuch nahi hota, hoslon se udaan hoti hai”

You think everyone knows it? Everyone may ‘Think they know’ this but they don’t KNOW this.

It has happened many a times, I have seen people giving up on stuff just way to early. They call it early wise judgment. I call it crap!! Well it can’t obviously be generalized but you see those who can’t make that early judgment will lose on many occasions but those who do, will never make it extraordinary. Mind it, your second choice is always going to come before your first, and if you don’t have the confidence that you can get to the 1^st you will invariably settle for 2^nd.

It disturbs me a lot when people have so much uncertainty about if they deserve something or not, or if they can achieve something or not. I understand that this may be ingrained in their minds due to various experiences in their life but let me put it blunt if Life has not been fair till now it doesn’t mean it can’t become now(try gifting it a Fair & Lovely).

This is where Child Philosophy comes in handy. Ever wondered, had you backed down the first time you fell from your cycle, you could have never learnt to ride it?

Being a kid in this cruel world has many of its disadvantages but to make things happen you need to keep your child alive to make it big. Because let’s face it, the best part in a child is he has no memories of failures and I guess that should do the trick for us adults, NO EXTRA BAGGAGE.

A licence to kill?

All the characters and situations in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance to anyone or anything would be considered as purely coincidental.

It was that day that ll remain famous in the world forages to come. Joan had just prepared the lunch for her husband and he was about to go to the office. Joan won’t go. She is on maternity leave and she is expecting the baby anytime now. Joan and her husband Ted have been married for 2 years now after a courtship of 7 years. They were lovers since high school. Till now their family has been completed by the little Jamal, the next door kid, who used to spend most of his time in their apartment. Used to. But now Joan was progressively becoming possessive about her own child. She has been growing possessive about her little family, she ted and the new kid. But she likes it or not, Jamal still is important to ted and she can’t change that. She has made cheese sandwiches today. While on breakfast table she tells Ted not to go today. When she dismisses her by saying that he needs to work she says “I think today is the day”. “Usually other mothers say that with shrieks due to labor. Come on Joan you know that I need to work” he said. “Fine. I don’t want you to go. I just want you to be here. I just don’t feel like letting you go today”. “Joan,” interjected Jamal “Let him go. You know he works in that huge towers and they pay him so much. They would certainly be annoyed if he doesn’t show up at work. He can only take off if that building comes down.” “You see even he seems to understand, don’t worry honey, I ll be back early.”

And there goes Ted to his job. Who knew he would never come back. Its 9/11 and there is a terrorist attack right on the building where ted works. The building came down. Joan heard the news on TV. This is the end of her world. She is shattered. There is knocks on the door. “JOAN” “JOAN” “Open the door” she answers the door. “Mom called and told me to get over here and stay here. She says people may attack our apartment for the terrorists were Muslims.” It was Jamal. She let him in and she went into her bedroom. She was not able to hold her tears but she was not crying. As the TV news went on about terrorists being Muslims and about attacks on Muslims for their support to these people, her anger grew. She thought of the child sitting outside in front of TV. She thought about her husband, his smile, how he loved that kid, and what his people had done to him. She saw the cross on thewall and saw Jesus suffering and she could not hold herself. She went outside with the apple knife in her hand and slit the child’s throat and cried.

Did she do right? Should someone understand her? Has she got a licence to kill? Even if not can someone analyze her emotions? Can someone say why what happened is wrong?

Sunrise for the soul

As you would know that I hail from jammu- the city of temples and the doorway to paradise on earth. And as I am not a very ghumakkad kind of person or should I say I never was when I lived in jammu full time so I was never that observant or aware about the beauty of jammu. Well in the past few years living in Bhopal I may have roe n number of times in the morning to see the sunrises, may be coz I learnt after moving there only that how beautiful the rising sun is, but back here in jammu where I spent nearly 20years of my life I never went to a sunrise point to observe and feel the true feel of a rising sun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This fast I broke today when I went to a sunrise point and believe me its walking distance from my home, Manda or the morning walkers paradise as people call it. And first time I came to know that the sunrise at my home town is more beautiful than the ones I saw from tekri or lake view. it was such  a picturesque view with ranges of mountains running one after other and bright light shining behind it. I sat on a stone with my face in my hands waiting for the sun. But its not long when the bright emerges from behind the peaks. What I see is a small brightly shining sun that seems like a gem shining out of the peaks. Rather I witness the whole transition of the sun which happens within seconds and I just sit there marveling at what I am seeing. It was such a marvelous experience that can’t be spelled. I see the sun coming out as if I am seeing some chicken popping out of its egg and sit there Just complimenting nature on its miracles and just being a witness.

It rather becomes more special when you have just a day before finished a Paulo coelho’s novel and its thinking is still alive in your mind rather a part of your mind. You thank, you thank for there is sun. For there ll be light and crops and water and light and harmony. You thank for the beauty that is crated by such phenomena. You thank for there ll always be such things. You thank for love manifests itself in such beauty. The universe talks you in a language that you probably don’t understand but you understand.  The nature tries to establish the contact and you thank it for that. You sit there mesmerized knowing that it ll be not there in next few minutes but assured that It ll be there the other day. You sit there , feel the energy, feel the beauty, feel it all and still feel incomplete. You get restless and your mind tells you that sunrise is over so its time to go. Like all the soul came there for was the sunrise. The soul fights back for its right but still the forces of the real world overpower and I return. The soul still manages to keep the spark from the rising sun and thus I keep the desire to go back tomorrow.

LOVE it is

Of all the topics in the world to write about, I choose love may be coz as Paulho Coelho says this is the most difficult topic to write about. For a considerable time of a human life is spent discovering what is love. According to me, for everyone according to his own. Every different individual may have a different interpretation of this word. And for everyone that interpretation may vary with time and space.

Now as it is, your thinking is always affected by your experiences or some incidences that touch your soul. And one of such incidences shapes up my perception of this word. In fact it was a little lecture by my teacher at my school Mrs S.K Bedi that was the cause of it. She said that idea that I now firmly believe in, as what the meaning of love is.

 What is the basis of this creation? You know what is the animal instinct in humans and higher animals the sets them apart. That is that they care. They care for those they love. If we see around us and observe that what we cxall love what we see is that people care. And we love people who care for us. Our parents may never say that they love you but what you see foremost is that they care. They care for you, for your needs that is why run around all their lives and earn so that you can live comfortably. Your friends who make your proxy in class without you telling them to, care for you, so that you don’t run short of attendance. A dog who you so call loves his master would do anything to save his masters belongings because he cares that his master does not loose anything. LOVE as we know it may not be put into words, may not be carved into something tangible, but it may be represented it in form of a feeling that is Care. Now whatever it may be. Your parents love for you, your friend’s love, your sibling’s love for you, your pet’s love for you   or that heart shaped love that we talk about with so much enthu these days. LOVE is that You CARE