Thursday, July 23, 2009

An artist i am ?

Have all the colours in the pallete to paint...
yet i need help to paint my own life.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

What are Memories ? - by Sarada Prasad

I recently chanced upon a blog by CSP, as she had left a comment on another blog of mine. Loved a few words she had typed in there. Its so well written. Hope she doesn't mind me tagging it here. http://sharadaprasad.blogspot.com/

WHAT ARE MEMORIES ?

A very scientific way of defining memory would be - a network of neurons wired in a specific manner to generate the same kind of feeling (may be a very abstract way to relive the moment) that is recorded in the brain. Wikipedia defines memory as the ability of the brain to store, retain, and subsequently recall information.

It may be anything - but for us - life is not only living the current moment but relishing and savouring all the good times you had previously. Few people live their life in past - they relive their memories. They sit at one place - but their brain takes them to all those places, takes near all those people (to a different realm)

Certain incidents and few people get wired to such an extent that those memories become indelible. Memories are like doubled edged razors. We not only remember good things but also certain bad incidents. Memories are capable of inflicting same amount of pain or equal amount of happiness.

Worst part of the memories is - Harder you try to forget someone - deeper will be the impression created - her presence becomes more vivid. Weird is the concept of memories - so is the concept of life.

Learn to live with memories. Don't try hard to remember someone or forget others. Our brain is wired - you cannot help much. But our thought process might be controlled. We can get engaged in different activities - we should keep our brain distracted - then it can, momentarily atleast, rewire and you will be reprieved. When all contrived thoughts ebb and when the brain returns to its normal state - there - at the bottom of the ocean of your memories - you will see those faces again. They just remind you the fact that even time cannot erode certain things in life - some impressions are permanent.

Dreading 'July'

I wish this month is erased off from the calender.. especially the last week of the month. Have travelled from the times when 'july' was always my favorite month, not coz of the event, but just simply because of the way it sounds! And now... a month i hardly look forward to.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Miss my 'Ants' !

It was summer... sitting in my little studio in the peak of heat was sometimes quite frustrating. I don't have a fan either. So, as i stayed glued to my pretty purple mattress rolled on the floor and spoke to my hummingbirds; i would see a trail of ants almost everyday. The tiny red ants that followed a 'Q' system and the little & big black ants that ran around happazard! Sometimes, as i paint, an ant would run-up for a closer inspection and move on without even giving me an opinion!!

My funny *imaginative mind* was secretly glad that i worked with Acrylics which dried instantly. Otherwise, if it was oils, can you imagine these tiny little ant 'pugmarks' like specs all over my white sheet of paper !! SO, anyways.. as it was acrylic, i used to let these ants stroll around without charging them a heavy fine!

Well, these ants were having a feast in my studio with all the biscuit crumbs lying around. And ofcourse, they would help carry away the mosquitoes i killed now and then, into wherever their ant hole was. Sooon, i discovered that the summer-heat got to them too. Almost everyday i would see them making their way into my waterbowl that i use to paint! SO then, they made me get another waterbowl ! But they started visiting that too! Hmm.. What to do?! Nuthing much.. i realised they were smart enough to drink from the cleaner water! :) {WELL.. imagine me sitting there with a whole lot of waterbowls by my side and dipping my brush in the ones there are no ants getting drunk! hehe!}

However, now the days passed, the heat is gone and the weather is cloudy with a cool breeze whisping past. I don't see my ants anymore. No one to take my biscuit crumbs that lay around or inspect my paintings. I wonder where they have dissapeared to.

Ah! Missing those ants... they gave me good company as i paint! :)

Ego , Patience or fading faith ???

At times i wonder what's stopping me.
Is it the 'pride', that i have tried enough?
Is it the silent wait to give others a chance?
Is it the realisation that there is no hope no more?

Which one is it?
May be bits of all three ??