Portrait

I wanted to paint today. I haven't  felt this urge in years. The urge was so strong, I almost lost my mind when I didn't get hold of my sketching stuff. And finally after much drama, I managed to find what I was looking for in the loft. I thought, I would never ever want to draw again. The last time I did a sketch, a charcoal portrait of a gentleman, was almost 2 years back. (who hadn't been too gentle after all)


So I managed some dry pastels, and a sheet of paper. It didn't take me more than 12 minutes to finish what I wanted to create. The strokes were wild, my imaginations never stopped. There was never a moment when I paused and thought what to do next. And the result was in front of me. The portrait I did 2 years back.


What does it take to forget all?

Things I want to do when alone

As the clock showed  midnight, I had quite some weird  wishes. I wished to do certain things, certain things that would make be euphoric, not just happy. I thought of penning down a few.

1. I want to ride a bicycle and sing, from Gariahat to Rashbihari.
2. Watch Gunda in a multiplex alone. (In case you haven't seen the movie, please go watch.)
3. Stand on a buoy on the river, those round things that are perched up there with an anchor, and sing on top of my voice.
4. Play amateurish and totally skill-less cricket on an empty street at night.
5. Want to lie down on a wall, yes wall, and watch the clear blue sky and the stars.

There goes my midnight desires. ;)

In love with the demon

Technically speaking, this would be my first blog post. And what a start! The very day when, the city bids a tearful farewell to the goddess, I am here to make a new start. I quite know somewhere, the city also prepares itself to a new start, for yet another show, next year.

Today Dussehra is celebrated in the city which has witnessed 4 years of my inanity. 

Well, now Dussehra, as we all probably know, is the day when Lord Rama won over Ravana. Ravana, the demon king of Lanka, blah blah blah blah. No, I am going to make a point here; I absolutely adore this man, err, demon. (If Rajnikant can have a million fan following, I can always fall for some evil, intelligent, ten- headed antagonist)And there are reasons for that.

• a great scholar
• a capable ruler
• was almost invincible and was the emporor of the three worlds, the human, the celestials, and the demons.
• maestro of the Veena
• and me, being a sapiosexual, the very fact that he was fully aware of the contents of the six Shastras made my heart skip a few beats. :| His knowledge of the six Shastras as well as his knowledge of the four Vedas, ten Holy Scriptures in all, is by this interpretation considered the inner meaning of the belief that Ravana had ten heads. Something, huh?!
• And then, he is known for his virility and  forceful attempts to conquer beautiful women.
• Being an ardent fan of Narayan, he wanted to reach him. When unsuccessful, he tried all sorts of wanton wickedness, violence to invite Ram to kill him. Though stupid, but managed to reach Narayan, by surrendering.

The fact that has always made me a little uncomfortable is that he had ten heads. I mean, just think about the poor fellow riding a horse in the forest, making its way between two trees, or whatever! He had to constantly measure the approximate space before heading somewhere. Sad!

And then he was a perfect gentleman. Legend has it that Ravan and his wife Mandodari were offering puja at the Ashtapad temple. Mandodari was in a state of trance while dancing in devotion as Ravan played the veena.Suddenly,a string of the veena snapped.But Ravan,determined to not let that come in the way of Mandodari's divine dance, plucked out a vein from his thigh to keep the instrument playing! 

And still they burn the effigy of Ravan, every year to celebrate Ram's victory. :(

To start with...

Whatever reasons I tell you about starting this blog, are lies. Well, hmm. I am not extrovert, and I would never tell you, why is this sudden urge to pour my heart out? But I can assure something, well, not much, but at least a smile, when you visit my blog. And a comment or even a this would make me happy. :)


And did I tell you I love limericks? Well, I really do. And I am pop-eyed, not obsessed about spinach though. And I wear glasses.