a terrible painter, a dreamer, a rebel , a feminist and a self certified bisexual Witch. Who is always trying to visualize whats on the other side of the canvas she paints,just another human- Living alive Life. Now also a green tea addict.

Monday, 14 May 2012

Momas'Day

As the month of May creepily entered my calendar,, I realized something was special... Well the Mothers Day entered my to-do-list...  I thought I was the only dearest daughter in the world who cared for her mother... But again my illusion was broken, by good major mates... Both of my major mates were also anxious about this one day... 

First we got confused when the actual day was, some one said 1st may, other  8th may... But after all whats my dear Google for?? We found the date It was 13th May,, the second Sunday of may...

So sitting in our Philosophy Exam hall, we three started discussing what to gift our dearest mothers,,, but to our surprise it was not only we three but many others who wanted to gift their mom,,. Hence the discussion broke out, one mate said she had already gifted her mother a Saree worth three thousand bucks... Now we all got dumbstruck by the selfless act and realized how shameless we were only gifting our mom's worth hundred or two hundred  bucks gift... So again the group of three my new good friends and me, we decided to buy the gift in evening,,, after coaching class... 

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After coaching got over, we three went shop to shop not finding the right gift... some offering hair pins, some clutches, some out dated vases.. Then of our mate fell sick so she left.. Then Major mate and I set on her scooter to find the shop... Finally we went to a shop, and I call the shop keeper modaru (drinker in Assamese)... So we happily bought the gift according to our budget.. But we were so engrossed in Shopping that we failed to panic and sense that earthquake had taken place...  And again my shopping angered  my dear best friend when he called... 

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I reached home late with pens in my hand, than the usual time,, to find my happy family sitting on sofa and making list for the grand wedding to take place in two months...
For one whole  day I hid the gift in my satchel...... 
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So on Saturday night when my future Olympic Gold medalist (she keeps playing galaxy ball every night, and breaking her own score everynight) mother went asleep, I tip toed to my room. unpacked her gift and put the pens inside ( I gifted her pens too, She robs me of my pens everyday) and put her gift near specs, hoping she finds in Morning...

 Now it cant be my story so easy victory...

Expectation...

I thought, when she wakes up in morning, she will search her, specs... After she finds her specs, she would chance upon her gift.. She would be excited and say " Oh my baby! she must have searched so many places..." and hug me in my sleep and kiss me...

Reality...

Thanks to my dear Goldie, no such thing happened... Like every night he kept giving wet kisses.. Suddenly he called my Mom, to complain " Momma Look Ants on my bowl of royal canine..." So Mom switched on the lights,,, started removing the ants, searching her specs, chanced upon the gift, she thought whats shining?.. Then realizing her gift... saying "Whats this, my Little daughter has gifted me, I am sure she has given more price then the actual rate" she said all this without opening her gift .to find a flower vase with pens in it... She slept back without giving the hug and kiss,,,,
  She opened the gift in morning after her daily Puja... then finally I got my kiss with the question how much did you spend.??..

Well this Mothers day was, different. Mother and daughter went to market to buy our supplies of ration... But came back with  Jalebi (sweetmeat).. We spent the noon eating Jalebi, and listening Adele's  "Rolling in the Deep" & others on youtube just for change from our desert of Rabindra Sangeet...

Element of Surprise

I decided to make the day different, hence at midnight I had text-ed all  my Boy-friends - to wish there mothers happy mothers day..  I succeed with all the boys except for my own Best friend,,,,...


P. S- Nothing  ever happens as I expect, why do I get surprised when fate twists my reality everyday... Haven't learn my lesson yet...

thanking you to bear with me
paulOaries

Friday, 11 May 2012

dearing you.....

 We are born with certain permanent relations, but as we grow up some relations are made, which become thicker than blood.... Well today is no adventure day, no twisted tale, but birthday day of a person, who has been more than a friend...  

its a letter to my soul sister..... 



Dear Maple,

I know not, what to write, but I hope when you read this, a smile flies to your eyes from the lips... Its going to be a year, of us being on our separated paths... Wish you a very happy birthday... I bought your gift, but could not send you, as courier services don't reach to your University...  So the soapy long hand letters can wait.... Thank you for being with me always.. 

Since kindergarten you have been my friend, sometimes advising not  to eat sweetmeat for tooth decay, or jumping in front of my Mom to ask if she was my mother, or teaching me how to whistle.. 

Though our friendship strengthened  from seventh grade, thank you God for making our Favorite Anime series Princess Tutu.... I don't remember how we became so close, but I do remember, how we tried to rewrite the story.... Its going to be eight years of sisterhood...

I love you as a sister, not cause you care for me like a mother from last birth, not cause you are willing to beat up people for hurting me, not for pretending to be you don't care.. I love you cause, you helped me realize my dream,... I thank you for all those crazy days... of you fighting with the security guards, you hiding my guitar to save me,...

I really do miss our breakfast making and self appointed culinary classes in your home... I still want to fight those Twilight fights... I hope you do realize I miss you... I still wear your friendship ring.. I know our priority has changes... But our Europe Trip before Thirty is On....   
I wish you all the success and stability of mind ( don't you dare argue, accept it that  you are fickle)... I hope the tensions you provide me time and again vanishes ... May you over come your sorrows and wake up to see there are many who are for you...
  
P.S- Stop behaving as my mother, I already have a mother, and be my soul sister till the end....


thanking you to bear with me
paulOaries...

Saturday, 5 May 2012

just paint away....

Life is touched by few, some motivate, some influence, some teach... and some question the whole existence of us.....

Well today paulOaries had, something different, yet very rooting experience.... Whats my life without a surprise at every other turn and no.....  Today was my Art Sixth year finals ( practicals)... It was one of the worst day for my painting.... But an awesome chance to be swept of my balanced mind....

My cousin brother and I went to over filled art school, where no place was reserved for us... Then we were sent to first floor, and asked to sit on floor covered with bed-sheet... But more tykes came up, and my brother suggested that we should move to the roof...  I have had seen the roof, but it was not what we call a roof...

Enter the great surprise.... a small width concrete structure was standing on the building and claiming it self as roof... At that point I felt pushing off my brother from the *roof*... It was really sunny day , and we had to sit on the dirty roof.. to paint... To my dismay, too many distraction existed and my mind was out of colours... My subject to paint... ** City Day**...  

Distraction 1:- the roof... though it was small, I could not stop romancing with my cell phone... and took the pictures... The roof was really inspiring... and I felt spiritually elevated... The bag belongs to my Little brother, and the brushes and pen are mine....



 Distraction 2:- the view from the roof... was enchanting me to stop painting and just sit there and get united with the ether  (too spiritual)...  I could sit there for eternity....




Distraction 3 :- that's my art paper, my bottle, and my paint box, half of what I took with me... My small purse containing water colours and oil colours... To me these are real still life...



Distraction 4 :- The view again, but the building constructed  near was no less diverting,,, Well that inspired me to draw city life... that raw building, that is visible in the picture below...




Distraction 5 :- the other side of the roof... rather I could not stop looking a
round...


 Distraction 6 :-  The flower tubs too helped me to dream away further... Then I remembered, That my brother was with me too....



The final product of practical one :- worst painting of my life.... Even a five year old has better colour sense and imagination..... I could not Draw any vehicle properly, nor paint decent colours, and I forgot to take my Artist colours....



With the second paper approaching, my brother deserted me, alone.. So I was shifted back to reality, to the First floor... And my still life exam started.. After lots of  adjustment and query, I was given a Steel Jug, Steel glass and Wooden flower vase with with artificial flower....  

With me sat the founder of the Art school and the invigilator of all exams.. Yes I had most artistic day of my life in years.... Founder asked me various question, later realizing I am granddaughter of his neighbor and I live in the same block....   I asked the Invigilator if he is the same person who came years back in the art workshop I attended, to which I got negative....  Founder asked me if I had trained in singing,  No I said... But I said I have a deep desire to Learn Rabindra Sangeet.. He has... asked me to go to him for three months and he will teach me the basic.... I asked if new guitar, he agreed to teach that after I learn Rabindra Sangeet...  He told me how upset he was that his students who teach now, have become very professional instead of  sharing and worshiping the art of music...  

After three hour long chatting examination, I went to submit my disgraceful Still Life.... Then the Invigilator showed me my fault in art... He explained the concept of Light and Shadow and how I must Worship my Art....

These is the final product, and the flash in my cellphone made the work even lighter...



I realized, that my art is never good when I have limited time and I am forced to imagine....  My study table is filled with my art, rather scribbled art, my whole life pictured on it, and that's my worship, which I perform unconsciously on my table, back of my notebook, on my poetry book...   Today I could not channel myself to the happiness...

But it was a day woth remembering and penning and sharing.... Not very exciting, but really unexpected.. 

P.S- In the end writing has been my first love,...

thanking you to bear with me
pauloaries