She had a great fall

I got raised up in a farm where I lived with a lot of cousins, one being my age :Eshita. Eshita would bite me and hit me all the time when we were young.

One day we were playing and I got angry with her and was going up to my room, she started chasing me. I told her to go away a lot of times but she didn't listen. So I pushed her slightly, she lost her balance and fell off the stairs.

. Her grandmother and mother went running to get her and I got screamed at very badly, I had no one to go to so I stood there in shock.There was a echo of all the harsh sounds. It was such a bad fall and frightened me for days as I could hear her scream.

That is the first memory of mine and still makes me feel bad.

blu blu blu graced with blak. . .

IS THIS HOME OR JUST A HOUSE?

Being born in a zamindar's family of Bihar i was not allowed to go out and mix with others, i used to sit at the big oak door everyday and wait for people who can come play with me. Here in this art work i have tried to show contrast by making a door and a garden. In the door i have used glossy sheet which has ornamentation on upper side of the door and stone on the lower side to show that even though my family people were so called richest of the town but were as emotionless as stone to keep me locked inside the house while i should have played.

Spirituality to me....

Spirituality to me is my inner self is my guiding light , giving me strength and a spiritual flight
The complete poem:-

Sun to many
is a ball of fire
a star on its pyre

a source of life
a natures delight

a mythological god
a metaphysical aspect of thought

a flower for a child
a physical entity for the mind

But for me

it is a synonym
for my spiritual self
guiding me how to connect
with my inner strength

using the energy
that is innate in me
guiding my journey
to the salvation indeed

like the sun
we are the centre
for the journey of a kind
which is as its splendor...........

The inner eye...

Eyes are the mirror of the soul and this suggests just that..Spirituality is something from within and it can not be defined by any practice or rituals...For me it is deep rooted in the core of my soul...The eye depicts the window to my inner self which reflects the world within me...

Life on sea!

My deepest memories lay far back in time when i was a little kid, the time when i travelled with mom and dad in the ship.

My dad is a merchany officer, the captain of cargo ships, i think i sailed on my first ship when i was 3 mnths old, that is what my mom said, i was sailing with my dad till the age of 7-8 years, till they decided that schooling was also an imp key for me.

I still remember the amt of fun i had there, even though there werent many families stayin with us, me my mommy and dad formed happiest little herd there.

I sat on the dads shoulder an went to the officers smoke room an chilled, a room where there was a tv an a pantry.

I always hanged from my dads desk in the navigation room, and my dad never got annoyed with that.

Since my moms only possible an best companion would be me apart from dad, me and mom did a lot of things to pass our time, we had chocolate eating competitions,knocking officers cap an running off etc etc.

We all loved to stand on the bridge, i guess that was the most amazing part of the ship, the bridge, i still remember, one day dad got off work early and we went on the bridge for a perfect evening, and it indeed was the journey from malaysia to london had pretty dolphins jumping at the neck of our ship.

I had thought this is life, water everywhere, yummy seafood from the chef uncle, we stop by land for a small vacation and that is it.

but little did i know those where the fairy tale moment of my life, where i thought my mom had nothing else to do but play with me, my dad would always stay around me, one day we landed on the land and i went jumping around free spaces, hugging every dog i saw on the way. I enjoyed dogs and free spaces on land, but for my vacation. That day was different dad said from now we will stay here, "this is our new home" my mom murmured, and since then everything changed!

Amie come sit on my wall

I took inspiration from the really nice greens and blues in Aanchal's piece.. so..

..In the summer of my first year at college, for about a month, I used to go swimming every morning after which I would head for breakfast to a friend's place...something I used to really look forward to.

Amalina's house had these bright green curtains, this airy atmosphere and a welcoming family .. I would always be offered the lightest teas and would always be laughing as the Daves went about their regular commentry about anything and everything.

Somewhere down the end of the month I learned that Big Bird's (Amalina) father was colour blind to Reds and most shades of Blues..something that completely betrayed the colourful nature of the family.

Razzle Dazzle goes the mirthful Spirit . . .

The Spirit is an ostentatious being or whatever you like to call it (referring to the term being here) . . . It is an explosion of thought, emotion and energy. The strength of the Spirit lies in it's ability to welcome and be willing to embrace the good, the bad and the ugly.

MY DEEPEST MEMORY

School days are the best time in everyone's life, it was mine too. I studied in Sherwood College, where I have spent my life's most amazing time with my friends in a great environment.

Some of the memories were staying in hostel, chating till late nite, eating junk food slyly,doing mischief all the time, having fun, studying in a group and the list would be never ending.

Some lines from my school song-

"O' Sherwood fair to thee we sing,

Our song with memories fill.

The greatest days we have on earth,

O' Sherwood are with thee".

Disparity between Shapes

At some level or another, the word dissimilarity reminds me of shapes and what different shapes can do to a thing.
Especially when it comes to liquids, I think they are at the mercy of the containers they are in.
I have always been intrigued by the way they change their shape according to their container. While a thin long bottle can make a liquid look lean and elongated, a short and curvaceous one can make the same liquid look rather sensuous.

This work of art for me highlights the disparity between shapes. And how each shape has a different story to tell.