Canvas, Colours & Child

I had stayed away from serious writing wantedly for quite sometime, thus killing my overflowing urge to shape up the thoughts and words that haunt my emotional stream. However, the recent Mumbai attack is churning my emotions in a broader perspective and I had no option but to succumb to the inner demand.

Jim Warren's painting came in handy at this moment. Believe me when I say that I've taken more than 3 hours to write these simple words as my mind battled endlessly for coherent thinking and right choice of words. It seems I am out of touch of writing capabilities now. No idea if I continue to blog regularly. However, here is my attempt. Read on...



I like to test the impact of colours
Onto the torn canvases of the world
With streaks of sky high wishes

I drip those colours of mild hues
And frame fine beings of my liking
To lock my clean hands with them

I want to see my scrambled sprinklers
Breathe with tender love and care
And walk tall in their sheen and glean

A dream rare to realize I’m told
For I only need to colour my white life
And not to pierce other canvases
Or meddle them with my choice of colours


P.S. I sincerely thank the creator of this painting for breaking my numbness to thinking and writing process.

Diwali in lights & colours

* On October 27, the week's Monday meeting was again scheduled at my place and we celebrated Diwali together from 10 a.m. to 2:30 p.m.

* On 27th evening, all of a sudden Balaji decided to go to my friend's house. What was supposed to be a visit of half an hour gradually extended upto midnight. To my utter surprise, I got udi and Sai Baba's pictures from her which she had only received a couple of days back from Shirdi. Needless to mention how happy I was at that moment to receive them on the auspicious day.

* On 28th evening, we had a stream of guests from neighbourhood to extend Diwali greetings.

* I cannot say how delighted I was to receive calls from my dear friends.

* I was in boundless joy when I read a few words of concern. No idea why I behave like a kid sometimes.

* We are invited for a Diwali bash by our neighbour on 30th evening.

* A Diwali get-together was organised for 31st afternoon at our place. I would be missing the presence of my dear one(s) very much. However, it was a great celebration playing mafia, singing old Tamil songs, antakshari and story telling.

Our small two-bedroom flat is carpeted and hence I cannot afford to light lamps or draw rangolis outside or inside. However, I managed to make up this shortcoming with a few traditional adjustments... :)




When the colours are not available, then what for haldi and rice flour are kept in the cupboards? Here's a display of them in a thali...:)



To add flavour, kumkum and coriander powder too joined in this one...




This is how a typical Gulf Diwali is celebrated - no crackers or sparklers but only lighting of houses and hearts ... :D