The Universe says Happy New Year

On the eve of the new year, I wrote about how it is only the lone individual trying to pull together the universe and time and their own life. While it might be true that time and life and universe do not necessarily try to fit into each others’ constraints, the next time I start…

Hair-raising conversations..

They say a woman who has cut her hair is about to change her life. Every now and then, I have this urge to cut my hair really short. The first time it happened a few years back, I actually thought it was about the hair, and got a boy-cut (or some fancy name of…

Not to be, to be

You are this person in your mind. You do certain things, which define who you are and what values you hold… except in that particular situation when you didn’t do it.

First Oil Painting!

Of all things on a buy and sell facebook page, I came across an oil painting class being offered by a lady within stone’s throw from my place. And so one Sunday couple of weeks of back I headed up, also enrolling couple of friends in heady excitement. 

Secret Superstar.. Simply Superb!

We watched the movie Secret Superstar last week, and I have been monitoring its box office collections since then (something I never do) because I so want it to succeed! It’s the best Bollywood movie I have seen, definitely in the last several years, and I keep wondering if I can even say ‘ever’. You…

A Moving Experience

Today it is exactly one month since we moved into our new home. We are far from done in terms of all the setting up and settling in activities, but the last of the boxes have been unpacked, internet works and we are ready to host already our third set of guests (yes!) since we…

To Potential Sarahah Users

My non-anonymous constructive message to anyone considering using Sarahah: You are wonderful. And you have flaws. You probably have an accurate enough understanding of both aspects yourself. If you really want to know more, how about asking your parents, siblings, spouse, close friends one on one? That’s the most accurate information you will ever get….

Independence and Freedom

 There are many notions mixed up in my head Because the reality of the world is of many mixed notions Notions.. emotions.. solutions? I remember my grandmother’s stories Relating the horrors of partition She spoke of her own losses…the impact on her family My family That changed the course of lives A family’s lives A…

Tenderness

Know that feeling, when in the middle of a busy day, you come across a profound saying? Or moving art..? or a picture of your childhood? Or a child’s laughter?

Trust the Path

We cannot typically know the destination, but we can usually if not always, see the path. Do you trust the path? If one is anxious, frustrated, depressed, impatient- it is because one can either not identify the path (which essentially means nothing because you are always on ‘a’ path even if it is not the…

Goodbyes

A colleague I had been working with for past few years, went into retirement today. We had had the ‘event’ with the team to mark the transition, and yet when the moment came to finally leave, he almost imperceptibly said, “bye” and made to leave. Just like that. Literally slipping out the back door, like…

Abstract

An abstract water-colour suddenly and rapidly emerges at the end of several long weeks, and the start of a long weekend. I wonder if I should give it a name, but then realize that would be moot if not self-defeating, because.. you see… 🙂  

The Reading Rebellion

We all have fantasies. And I believe if we take them not just on face-value, but identify the underlying need that they indicate, we learn much about us and how to take care of ourselves. So my recurrent fantasy these days is.. to curl up on my sofa by the window with a book in…

Looking in the Closet

I stumbled across a piece on how Frida Kahlo’s closet was opened a good 50 years after her death to unlock insights into her personality and story. By no means do I fancy myself a Frida Kahlo, but the idea of a future civilization (or aliens) finding something I have left behind and learning about…

Weekend Art: Capturing Colmar

I have had a fascination for some years now, with the fairytale French town of Colmar. And about time I decided to paint it..

Salad and Cake

They say there was never a poet who could bear the toothache in silence. The poet feels compelled to write about it. Well the threshold for what moves self-proclaimed poets and philosophers has gone down drastically since Ogden Nash wrote ‘It’s going to hurt just a little bit..’ about his torment on the dentist’s chair….

Watercolour: Olden Days

This one was made relatively quickly.. the weekend before. Something about olden days, and unadulterated dawns..of vast distances and leisurely pace..

Watercolour: Crossing the Bridge

This weekend saw another Sunday swept up by brush-strokes. As always, I am supremely proud of my painting, which I am calling..well, ‘crossing the bridge’.

A Water-colour Sunday

Unplanned, spontaneous, consuming. That’s how I find I like art best. And that’s how I found it this fine Sunday, when I spontaneously picked up my paints and brush in the morning and spent hours with it, letting other plans fall by the wayside.

Hope You Dance

What a year it was 2016! One of the notes to self I had made at the end of 2015 was about momentum of simply showing up- in any sphere, whether love, friendships, work, fitness, life goals… reminding myself that things will be better than yesterday every day that one commits to show up. The…

Opening the Box of Sunshine

At the start of 2016, we did something interesting. We created a special box called the ‘Box of Sunshine’ in which we would deposit a descriptive post-it chit every time something good happened to us through the year. Now the year is wrapping up and what better way to celebrate Christmas, I thought, than to…

Birthday of the boy

My favourite boy had his birthday earlier this week. Continuing with our preference for making gifts, I took up a slightly challenging one this time. I painted him doing what he loves. Quite happy with how it turned out..

Winter in Watercolour

A dark-purple walled house, melding with the velvet dark blue of the night sky.. at the end of neat rows of leafless trees. Snow and complete silence on the outside… And inside the windows and doors of the solitary house… what? 

Words

Words.. are my thing. Words are home to me. I visit, of course, other fine and wonderful things that touch my heart and feed my soul. Art, photography, music (oh, music does some magical things…), watching falling leaves on a rain-kissed path, mastering shapes of things in passing of clouds.. what beautiful excursions for my…