spanish spanish espagnol

I'm so much desperate to speak espanish now...
I started learning the basics through Miguel...un gentil hombre espagnol. hehe. and then continued by Irene una mouchacha espagnole.

Now I even have a motivation towards learning more. I'm learning rite now online..Oui oui je sais..not the best solution, but when none around you to teach that's the best if you find a gud link.
So here are my notes. As i was in a hurry to make my notes before I forget. I didn't find any notebook, so here it is.

Madrid está en España
Juan está en el jardín
yo tengo que : i must / i have to
yo tengo : i have
Yo tengo que escribir una carta. = I have to write a postcard.
I can write = Yo puedo escribir.
yo voy
yo soy
tú eres
él es
ella es
nosotros somos nosotras somos vosotros sois vosotras sois ellos son ellas son
I am
---yo estoy
tú estás
él está
ella está
Hablo con él. I speak with him.
Tomo un café con leche....I take a coffee with milk.
Tú puedes hablar con él.
Estoy en la ciudad. i m in the city
Mientras ella come, él escribe una carta. while she eats ,he writes a letter.
Mientras las muchachas hablan, los muchachos trabajan. ..while the girls(not women) r talking, boys are working.
Nadie quiere comprar la casa : nobody wants to buy the house :)
yo tengo (yo tengo que)
tú tienes (tú tienes que)
él tiene (el tiene que)
ella tiene (ella tiene que)
nosotros tenemos (nosotros tenemos que)
nosotras tenemos (nosotras tenemos que)
vosotros tenéis (vosotros tenéis que)
vosotras tenéis (vosotras tenéis que)
ellos tienen (ellos tienen que)
ellas tienen (ellas tienen que)

La Solitude - talk to Soul

Solitude ! a scaring word isn't it ?
Well, we all have it in our life at some point of a day or moment.Why ?
When we are alone is really when we are in solitude ?or somethingelse ?
For many it's a negative term. But for me...for the growth of an artist it is very important. Be it a writer, a musician, a painter or a poet for instance, they all need solitude. Atleast some part of it.

I'm a very very social person. I love being surrounded by people. Like being in chandni chownk or in a Delhi bus or even Paris Metro. Going to parties, family gatherings, out for a wine with friends I love it all. Living and fighting against solitude in France, I have learnt about myself. I need that !
But when it comes to my work, my profession, dedication, meditation....a good amount of and a quality solitude is needed.

I know it's hard for me, but I will be used to it with time. There are many people who have set examples around me. When I think of them I get a kick. A kick to work, to concentrate in my work. And rest comes next. It's true when I'm in the middle of a painting, it's like being in another world...I'm with so many colours, palette, a canvas and myself. It's like self-renewal.
Something new is made or created and I myself feel a new person with every creation. It talks directly to soul.

Even internet users are in solitude, facebook, orkut...etc are all about me ,me ,me ...oneself. It's an illusion of being social. Being in touch with others. One rarely gets response 'when' one needs. I myself spend time on these sites....

Right now I'm alone, writing for you and for me. Is writing Blogs really is a social act ?

Sometimes when we make an error or we are angry over something wiht someone. Time heals them all. Leaving things on their own solitude...!!!

Whats fun for me

So, me celebrating summer in India at home.
In July as said its Monsoon season. Be it delicious Mangoes or heavy rains, nothing is less motivating for me to bring me here this time. I always think of my family while I'm on holidays.
That's my perfect way of celebrating.
Starting from today's fun. Just had a rejevunating shower under a heavy rain...such a relief on Sunday ! I went with Dad, then listening to our maid, Mom too joined us....Had mooli paranthe with tamatar chutni ...followed by a fruit chaat........and bhutta- corn a l'indien.
The rain reminded me of my childhood- teenage memories when I used to run on the terrace with my sister to get thebest of that heavy still soft rain.
On saturday I went to CP to meet a school friend. Then I shopped some kurtas from Fabindia and Khadi for Mr Feddo. CP and no Shopping ? not possible.........luckily I had no more money left with me and didnt carry my visa card.
Its nice to see my old friends settling down slowly in their lives...wherever.
My sister is travelling to South africa for a shooting of Tele-serial series.
What more happening at my end ? so much to say, so hard to put down in albhabets on keyboard.....

Residence d'artiste

Qu'est-qu'une résidence d'artiste ? Une résidence d’artiste correspond à l’installation temporaire, dans un contexte qui n’est pas nécessairement spécifique au « Monde de l’Art », d’un artiste invité à déplacer son lieu de création et à continuer, en affrontant les contraintes de ce nouveau site, sa démarche. L’implantation des résidences est un phénomène international, en expansion constante depuis une trentaine d’années et qui constitue un véritable « mise en visibilité et en présence » de l’art qui se fait. Rien qu’en France, le Centre National des Arts Plastiques a dernièrement recensé 150 résidences sur l’ensemble du territoire. Cet « état des lieux » montre la réalité d’une condition récurrente de la création contemporaine à laquelle l’Ecole, en tant que puissance invitante, fut fréquemment l’associée. En quelque sorte, l’artiste en résidence fait une expérience d’itinérance, en consentant à vivre la « délocalisation » de son atelier et à risquer la visibilité de sa démarche de création. Cela continue et rejoint, dans des conditions contemporaines, la pratique historique du « voyage de l’artiste », qui quittait sa maison pour rejoindre des sites de commande ou bien ouvrait son atelier à d’autres comparses de son activité. Toute expérience de « Résidence » implique le développement d’une dimension d’accueil et la construction réciproque d’un lien, mais dans l’acceptation et le respect du risque expérimental qu’est tout enjeu de création. L’artiste a le beau geste d’accepter de se « fragiliser », en acceptant de mettre en œuvre la continuité de sa démarche dans une expérience de séparation avec ses conditions habituelles de création. Premièrement et principalement, il est demandé à l’artiste de poursuivre sa création, sans préfiguration et programmation d’un résultat à rejoindre : c’est l’expérience et le processus qui compte… En accord avec l’artiste, le site d’accueil de la résidence, organise des circonstances de rencontres et de découverte, des moments d’échanges. Il s’agit, avant tout, de ne pas instrumentaliser l’art, ni d’y participer, comme s’il s’agissait d’une animation socio-culturelle ou d’un alibi éducatif, mais d’en être le témoin, alors qu’il se fabrique et qu’il est en question à côté de soi. L’important est de respecter le travail qui s’élabore, sans pour autant tenir l’artiste invité dans une distance neutralisée…

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RENAUD vs Zakir

I was listening to songs of Renaud, le grand chanteur de France....and I felt so grateful that I have seen him singing live at Bercy. That was such a great souvenir for me. Specially I'm fan of his songs....and one by one coming up as a surprise, he was singing, as if it was specially for me......
People (other spectators) were touched and were swinging their lighters and torches in air....
Such a huge place that was, Concert hall....and such a great moment..............It was in 2007.
I love you renaud: voice, music and LYRICS. More I listen to his songs, more ca me donne envie de les ecouter. More I understand the words more I become fan.

I also got to see , sitting in the first row ,live concert of Zakir hussian!
it was in Parc floral in paris..in 2006 i guess !! wowwwwwwwwwww quel grandiose !
But can't compare zakir and renaud ! both masters at theirt places.

Little Work out

Hey there ! To be true, I have not been practicing Yoga for about few months now. When I was teachingI was atleast doing myself too. I hate myself for that. Actually I have very strong while I was in US. But the moment I came back, I went through a tooth surgery. Wisdom one !! that was too bad as an experience. But that doesn't mean if you gotta do it you won't. Iif it hurts, better take it off. So I was eating, oops! sorry, not eating, just drinking for a 3 weeks. :(( I lost kilos and appetit. Si I didn't feel like doing Yoga when I was not feeling strong. That's the excuse. Lol.
Yesterday I went for shopping for summers, alone. C'est mieux toute seule comme ça j'emmerde personne. But sometimes you need atleast someone to tell you which one's better. Du coup, as a result, I ended up spending 3 hours of shopping in total 2 stores. Beleive me I could not do anymore. My head was turning round n round becoz high loud music in the stores and a little hunger ( not the hunger for clothes ,lol). Also there is some competition in shops among women, to look for the thing you are looking for, before someone gets it. So you have to be quick to pick and then try. Oh it sounds so boring.
But believe me ! I was happy to find stuff that I needed. Why I started writing about shopping is that when I came out finally after having shopped, I felt like as if I was coming out of a Gym, after a nice warm Workout. hahaha. Yes I felt that. Now if you are not convinced, when you have to try 10 clothes in a go, lets say, and be quick to save time and not waste time on clothes which dont look good on you...what do you end up doing? Working out. Even yoga or gym doesnt have these kind of movements...! anyway I'll stop it here. Also a good news. I start my Yoga classes this coming week. Grace à shopping ? I took initiative with my lovely so callled students. I'm excited to restart. Thanks to this shopping séance (session).

The 'S'element : Sun Soleil Sooraj

I'm so happy. Sun is back in France, anywhere you go. That's really a good news for me. That makes me yell out of happiness. I can wear what I want, I can hang out in my Balcony, I can keep all windows and doors open....etc etc...!! And another good point is I can paint canvases in my Balcony, in nature and under the sun ( with shade). Sun has brought so much more with it...!!
:)))

Diarying / Un perfect Journal

May be you will notice, now I've started writing in very seriously and assez régulièrement.
Because, there is no bcoz !! I was kinda inspired by someone ( Uma ; also many others before but never this strongly) and now I enjoy doing it :) I know I'm missing to write about my last New York/ US trip, Residency in Bretagne, Ecole...etc.

Today was like a perfect day. I didnt' know about it until I summed up at the end of the day.
My new internship/ stage started in an art gallery. I was offered a nice lunch ( Grec pita).
I was able to finish all missions I was given and successfully. I feel so experienced aprés une bonne dixaines, 15 aines des stages et des boulots ! I am working basically as a 'Art Handler'. Someone who knows how to carry, handle and pack and unwrap art works which cost millions of rupees dollars etc. Someone who knows the value of an art work, which is priceless. Et oui ! Faire tous ça soigneusement et efficacement.

Day passed by until 19h30...quand j'avais une séance de photo avec un photographe. At 7.30 pm I had a rendez vous for modelling for a photographer. I had a vague idea that it was going to be in a old hotel of Paris...but I didn't know it had a jolie vue on Paris and Eiffel tower...with belle skyline et une belle cheminé. It came to me as a surprise also to meet the photographer for the first time. Had only coresspodances through email and phone. The photo shoot was improvised, the photographer is an amateur. So I listened to myself, also to his guidelines, followed my instincts, deep breath ....and c'est fait, parfait. It went really well, also I posed with my new hair cut of which I was not very confident about. But when he showed me pics on his computer instantly, I was Wowwing. Yes, j'adore celle ci, celle -la....
What I like about (my) modelling is: it's not only about physical beauty. Suddenly I feel my internal self takes over the external one. I'm no more the same person as I was whole day.I'm with myself, lost in deep thoughts. You never know which emotion when shows on the face will be clicked by photographer. C'est comme ci le temps s'arretait. It's magic and it renews me. Je le fais de temps en temps et cela me convient :)

And then to finish this day with, I talked to a couple in the Metro train while coming back home. Why I'm telling this ? Coz in Paris none jumps into a conversation so easily. But I did, parce que le couple avait pleins des doudou/ nou nours avec eux. I was tempted to see those stuff toys which said , Je t'aime....etc..! So on asking them where did they buy from, I got a perfect reply. They didn't buy those stuff toys, they won at Foire du Throne. A mela going on in Paris. So my next under-the-sun outing is going to be Foire du Throne. I knew it was going on these days, but had no real motivation to go and not miss. Now at least I know I'm going for sure :) Thanks to that couple and my instincts that I asked them...que j'ai osé à les demander. Bt the way it was an arabic couple.

Special moments

Yes, After spending some nice moments with someone somewhere, what one can do to keep them alive forever in mind and life? Pictures can't be taken, don't even want pics for that matter....ayi yayiiiyai No flash !!

Yaadein in hindi...souvenirs in french...
There is special beauty in those secret moments which are so personal. Only you know they are so valuable for you in that particular time you are living them. I'm glad I have lived them and I'm living them. Which I secretly admire.

Like a picture perfect. I remember of those moments whenever I see beauty and happiness around.
Colza...Sarson, bright Yellow Mustard fields when I drive back home... After rain beautiful sun rays over washed greens....this is what I like and it fills up my heart with happiness and my eyes with something like morning's fresh dewdrops....! so pure n perfect.

My sweet moments......often unexpected, unknown to others....are exactly like this. It's like I hold a secret almirah inside me. Or I feel pregnant with those memories which make me feel beautiful and make me smile. I love you dear ones.

I hate Postal service

Recently I have been bugged by INDIAN postal service.
I hope I'm not wrong, or I hope I'm.
I have been sending things, greeting cards, parcels to my parents in Delhi from France n US ...but they hardly receive things.....THAT CRIVES ME CRAZY.

Other day, I ordered a TSHIRT for my Dad from Internet. I was so excited, coz I was able to design the T myself, with one of my art works' image on it.
I called him asking Papa..now you should have gotten it, a surprise !!
He says..after knowing what it was, " ohhh, now the Postman must be wearing the 'T' and roaming around happily........" UHHH
I hate that. Shouldnt they deliver things correctly ?
Also from NY last month, I sent G-cards for mom's bday......She didn't receive them.

Sometimes we send emotions with them inside..;one shoudnt play.

PS: updated on 2nd May. My dad received the Tshirts... but my Mom not the Gretting cards :(
Why the postal service sooooo slowww ?