4.1.14
7.8.12
who is an artist ?
There is a common misunderstanding that artists are born, not made. But
if we look throughout history we find thousands of examples of just the
opposite. For instance, Mozart is often considered to be the definition
of a “child prodigy” with natural talent. But did you know that Mozart
was taught by his father who was a music teacher and pianist? He later
became friends with one of the most powerful composers of the era
(Haydn) by the age of 8, and had already toured the world, and played
more concerts than artists 4 times his age. Of course there is also an
element of luck and timing in all of this as well, however this isn’t an
isolated example. Look at Picasso, Raphael, Titian, Andy Warhol, etc.
etc. for further examples. And you’ll find the same thing time, and time
again. All of them spent a tremendous amount of time working on their
art and many became apprentices at very young ages to older and more
experienced artists. So no, artists are not born (if anything they are
born into the perfect era), they are made through hard work (which most
artists enjoy doing, so you don’t have to call it “work”)
For those of you who wish to achieve master status you should be aware that it takes years, and years of work. If you managed to work 8 hours a day, every day, it would take four years to complete (Ironically the same time it would take to complete a Undergraduate degree). However, if you wish to set your goals a bit lower than there is nothing wrong with that.
Source - http://painting-course.com
For those of you who wish to achieve master status you should be aware that it takes years, and years of work. If you managed to work 8 hours a day, every day, it would take four years to complete (Ironically the same time it would take to complete a Undergraduate degree). However, if you wish to set your goals a bit lower than there is nothing wrong with that.
Source - http://painting-course.com
21.6.12
Little black boy
The other day I was waiting in the Prefecture... like FRRO office in Toulouse, to get my French papers in order.
Went to the loo and I was just using the wash-basin near the Women's toilet, when a not-so-fat-looking, African woman in her colourful boubou stopped me in the middle, to say...
wait, Just to tell you that in Prefecture, 80 percent foreigners come to get their papers done. And we quickly exchanged smiles and not 'bonjour' before she stopped me abruptly...
So she politely and confidently asked me in French, " Could you hold my baby for 2 minutes while I go to the toilet ?" I was so touched by the trust she showed in me.
In France, this would happen rarely. She gave me her baby in my arms even before I could say 'Yes' or...
I asked her how old is he? 7 months cute looking black boy, right in my arms, there! We were alone, looked at each other. It was such a surprise to me, I tried hiding my emotions to him or his Mom.
We played, side and seek (in my arms), he smiled, he clung on to my shoulders and laid near my neck with his head slightly touching my head/ right side near chin.
What a lovely feeling, all of a sudden, in the middle of Prefecture!
While I had the boy in my arms, I made sure I was talking to him, making some sounds, to assure the woman in the toilet, that I didn't run away with her kid.
Why ? She seemed confident. Because this has never happened with me before with a stranger in France.
In India, this would be so obvious that I don't even need to right a blog on it.
She came out, patiently washed her hands well. The kid was patiently waiting too, and there we go. She said Thanks and I said, he was very cute. Almost felt like saying- thanks- tnx for trusting me and thinking capable of doing it, trusting another woman, a stranger and that too foreigner, a brown Indian looking woman.
Went to the loo and I was just using the wash-basin near the Women's toilet, when a not-so-fat-looking, African woman in her colourful boubou stopped me in the middle, to say...
wait, Just to tell you that in Prefecture, 80 percent foreigners come to get their papers done. And we quickly exchanged smiles and not 'bonjour' before she stopped me abruptly...
So she politely and confidently asked me in French, " Could you hold my baby for 2 minutes while I go to the toilet ?" I was so touched by the trust she showed in me.
In France, this would happen rarely. She gave me her baby in my arms even before I could say 'Yes' or...
I asked her how old is he? 7 months cute looking black boy, right in my arms, there! We were alone, looked at each other. It was such a surprise to me, I tried hiding my emotions to him or his Mom.
We played, side and seek (in my arms), he smiled, he clung on to my shoulders and laid near my neck with his head slightly touching my head/ right side near chin.
What a lovely feeling, all of a sudden, in the middle of Prefecture!
While I had the boy in my arms, I made sure I was talking to him, making some sounds, to assure the woman in the toilet, that I didn't run away with her kid.
Why ? She seemed confident. Because this has never happened with me before with a stranger in France.
In India, this would be so obvious that I don't even need to right a blog on it.
She came out, patiently washed her hands well. The kid was patiently waiting too, and there we go. She said Thanks and I said, he was very cute. Almost felt like saying- thanks- tnx for trusting me and thinking capable of doing it, trusting another woman, a stranger and that too foreigner, a brown Indian looking woman.
16.5.12
He took my heart away
Last time I was in India (2 months ago), very interesting thing happened with me.
I was going to Gurgaon by Metro, to a big (supposedly) Art event.
But all these new institutes are hard to find thesedays, til Metro you're not lost. But then, how do you think the Auto-ricksha walas know where is AL 133- 4c block for example, it's all new in Gurgaon.
Anyway, I was very motivated to go there, all alone and I got down from Metro in Gurgaon and took an auto. Ofcourse I bargained, there are too many, so you can easily do that. One young thin, well- looking Auto wala agreed to take me to this wierd address in the price I wanted to pay him for.
Some music in his rickshaw, bollywood posters and decorated, full of energy!
We reached the place, the ART gallery. Now ? It was already dark, everyone there had a driver waiting for them outside in their cars, in the middle of nowhere.
I was the odd one. So just to make sure that, that night I reached back home, on time, not too late. I asked him if he could wait 20 minutes in that area, especially if he sees no other client ? As I told you, there were only cars and the good proper crowd, not even foot-pathers around.
I was so lucky, he said," I need to get Gas refilled in my Auto, it will also take 20-30 minutes." He even added that I could call him, when I'm free, so that he could be at my service. (As you know Auto-wallas have friends everywhere, can talk hours with just anyone, kill time.) Just to make sure I don't have to wait for him, I could call him, call-a-cab kinds. So I took his mobile number (all in english)
I realised at that very moment, I had NO BALANCE in my mobile, oh shit!! I laughed at me and frankly told him, "oh I have no balance! How will I call you? Could you call me instead,... after 20-25 minutes, or when you're done?.." He smiled, it was an odd situation for both of us. We almost laughed.
Like as if we were dating !!
I expalined to him clearly," please come or send another Rickshaw as there were NO rickshaws around that deserted place" . There were very less chances of me meeting someone nice at the party, and leaving the party at the same time as me...People generally come at that time, when I wanted to leave... anyway, the Rickshaw ride was getting more adventurous than any other thing!
He said ok he'd call me and he left....with the wind.
So I was seeing the exhibition, walking around, some camera flashes, wine and hellos. I was watching time at the same time, already 20 minutes. Good. we're on time. I even met one of my X- professors from art College, then I made a quick move saying,... "was nice meeting, I need to go" . Coz ?? I GOT HIS CALL.
Yes, he called me, as I had'nt saved the number, I picked up and he was like- "ya, it's me, I'm waiting outside" ... HILARIOUS ! If anyone knew of what was going in my head during that Inauguration !!! 2 different worlds... was sooo funny. As if I was more excited to leave, than be there for some more time, drinking wine, snacks, meeting more not-so-smiling people, or smiling only for Cameras, amidst elite class, paparazzi and bad art.
Anyway, so I go out from there, looking after my charming prince waiting, lol kidding! I need to face this moment. We smiled at each other...Without talking, I get on in his Rickshaw.
We didn't talk / the price was already fixed, he would not even ask me where or what I was doing 'there', I would not ask him- is gas re-filled? ...
what would we talk about ? But we had built a connection.
I was happy that I got back at time, at Gurgaon metro...I didn't have to endlessly wait for a Rickshaw. He drove very fast, we both seemed happy, I think by our mutual understanding. I wanted to say so much to him, ask about him, why he was such a nice guy, honest and innocent.
But, I was so much in a surprise that I could not utter a word. He could my mind though and read my face.
While leaving, I paid and smiled-laughed mixed up and said 'thanks' Shukriya... !
His kindness, honesty, obedience made my day and saved my life.
Imagine 8.30 PM, alone girl, it's all dark, with NO balance in her phone and no rescue Rickshaw ??
Thank gracious, there are days like these, we meet such nice people unexpectedly and leave a souvenir. I felt blessed !
I was going to Gurgaon by Metro, to a big (supposedly) Art event.
But all these new institutes are hard to find thesedays, til Metro you're not lost. But then, how do you think the Auto-ricksha walas know where is AL 133- 4c block for example, it's all new in Gurgaon.
Anyway, I was very motivated to go there, all alone and I got down from Metro in Gurgaon and took an auto. Ofcourse I bargained, there are too many, so you can easily do that. One young thin, well- looking Auto wala agreed to take me to this wierd address in the price I wanted to pay him for.
Some music in his rickshaw, bollywood posters and decorated, full of energy!
We reached the place, the ART gallery. Now ? It was already dark, everyone there had a driver waiting for them outside in their cars, in the middle of nowhere.
I was the odd one. So just to make sure that, that night I reached back home, on time, not too late. I asked him if he could wait 20 minutes in that area, especially if he sees no other client ? As I told you, there were only cars and the good proper crowd, not even foot-pathers around.
I was so lucky, he said," I need to get Gas refilled in my Auto, it will also take 20-30 minutes." He even added that I could call him, when I'm free, so that he could be at my service. (As you know Auto-wallas have friends everywhere, can talk hours with just anyone, kill time.) Just to make sure I don't have to wait for him, I could call him, call-a-cab kinds. So I took his mobile number (all in english)
I realised at that very moment, I had NO BALANCE in my mobile, oh shit!! I laughed at me and frankly told him, "oh I have no balance! How will I call you? Could you call me instead,... after 20-25 minutes, or when you're done?.." He smiled, it was an odd situation for both of us. We almost laughed.
Like as if we were dating !!
I expalined to him clearly," please come or send another Rickshaw as there were NO rickshaws around that deserted place" . There were very less chances of me meeting someone nice at the party, and leaving the party at the same time as me...People generally come at that time, when I wanted to leave... anyway, the Rickshaw ride was getting more adventurous than any other thing!
He said ok he'd call me and he left....with the wind.
So I was seeing the exhibition, walking around, some camera flashes, wine and hellos. I was watching time at the same time, already 20 minutes. Good. we're on time. I even met one of my X- professors from art College, then I made a quick move saying,... "was nice meeting, I need to go" . Coz ?? I GOT HIS CALL.
Yes, he called me, as I had'nt saved the number, I picked up and he was like- "ya, it's me, I'm waiting outside" ... HILARIOUS ! If anyone knew of what was going in my head during that Inauguration !!! 2 different worlds... was sooo funny. As if I was more excited to leave, than be there for some more time, drinking wine, snacks, meeting more not-so-smiling people, or smiling only for Cameras, amidst elite class, paparazzi and bad art.
Anyway, so I go out from there, looking after my charming prince waiting, lol kidding! I need to face this moment. We smiled at each other...Without talking, I get on in his Rickshaw.
We didn't talk / the price was already fixed, he would not even ask me where or what I was doing 'there', I would not ask him- is gas re-filled? ...
what would we talk about ? But we had built a connection.
I was happy that I got back at time, at Gurgaon metro...I didn't have to endlessly wait for a Rickshaw. He drove very fast, we both seemed happy, I think by our mutual understanding. I wanted to say so much to him, ask about him, why he was such a nice guy, honest and innocent.
But, I was so much in a surprise that I could not utter a word. He could my mind though and read my face.
While leaving, I paid and smiled-laughed mixed up and said 'thanks' Shukriya... !
His kindness, honesty, obedience made my day and saved my life.
Imagine 8.30 PM, alone girl, it's all dark, with NO balance in her phone and no rescue Rickshaw ??
Thank gracious, there are days like these, we meet such nice people unexpectedly and leave a souvenir. I felt blessed !
24.3.12
Apnaapan
What it means to you ?....
Now it has been years n years that I have been shuffling between two different worlds, 2 cultures and mindsets. I have been away from my family mostly, except this year and in 2011 I was able to be near my parents for more than a half year.
I was disappointed to see at what level things had changed in India, especially everyone around has changed. Even me. Times we used to go out together, have fun, get crazy and get togethers.... only memories now.
Now, today, everyone is so busy in his or her life. Lots of other issues.
My heart feels lonely, craves for that family and human warmth and simply love.
Other thing is, because my partner is not from India, I was expecting a wide-arm-open-welcome for him from my people. I had been talking to him about our Indian families, so much love, affection and closeness
I feel sorry for him that I'm not always able to show him the real Indian love I had dreamt of.... although he never complained, he likes them all as much as he has known them.
People have changed, traditions are changing, values are changing.... relationships are going through transformations.
But I have been disappointed by selfishness, ego, jealousy, ignorance of certain people back in India.
I feel helpless
Now it has been years n years that I have been shuffling between two different worlds, 2 cultures and mindsets. I have been away from my family mostly, except this year and in 2011 I was able to be near my parents for more than a half year.
I was disappointed to see at what level things had changed in India, especially everyone around has changed. Even me. Times we used to go out together, have fun, get crazy and get togethers.... only memories now.
Now, today, everyone is so busy in his or her life. Lots of other issues.
My heart feels lonely, craves for that family and human warmth and simply love.
Other thing is, because my partner is not from India, I was expecting a wide-arm-open-welcome for him from my people. I had been talking to him about our Indian families, so much love, affection and closeness
I feel sorry for him that I'm not always able to show him the real Indian love I had dreamt of.... although he never complained, he likes them all as much as he has known them.
People have changed, traditions are changing, values are changing.... relationships are going through transformations.
But I have been disappointed by selfishness, ego, jealousy, ignorance of certain people back in India.
I feel helpless
12.6.11
MUMBAI ki baarish
Comment les gens , marcher dans l'eau stagné par la pluie, peuvent s'amuser d'y marcher ??
Voila l'example. A Mumbai, LE MOUSSON EST ARRIVÉ.
MORE PHOTOES OF MUMBAI'S FUN UNDER RAIN.... let's beat the rain
http://news.in.msn.com/specials/news_photos.aspx?cp-documentid=5203425&page=10
Kaun hai asli kaun hai nakli
RAMDEV'S SCAM : Indian Masala news are the real spicy ones.
Now, how would you judge a BABA, guru, a Saint, a Yoga guru of 21st century to be a real one ?
To update you guys about some 'fake' / fraud/ 'DHONGI Gurus in India.
You can check out more in news:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-south-asia-13725837
http://inde.aujourdhuilemonde.com/un-gourou-anticorruption-en-greve-de-la-faim-hospitalise
Il fait une greve anti-corruption, toute en etant lui-meme corrumpu, plein d'argent en Black non seulement en INDE mais à l'etranger.
Les supports politiques sont y présent ! Alors, c'est le bordel complet.Entre ses FANS illettrés et quelques lettrés influençable..... je ne sais ou on va !
15.2.11
Journée Inde 26FevToulouse
J'anime une journée porte ouverte sur l'Inde avec Association PARLE
Pour promouvoir la langue, la culture, la danse etc....
Rendezvous le samedi 26 fevrier 2011 de 14h30 à 18h30
Carrefour Culturel Arnaud Bernard
3 rue Escoussières Arnaud-Bernard
Toulouse, France 31 000
Plus d'info: Saraswati
Tel : 0 six 26 dix neuf 87 zero 5
- Accueil et discussion
- Projection d'un film (surprise)
- Atelier Langue Hindi
- thé / chai et gâteaux
- initiation à Yoga
- démonstration de Danse
- Accueil et discussion
- Projection d'un film (surprise)
- Atelier Langue Hindi
- thé / chai et gâteaux
- initiation à Yoga
- démonstration de Danse
5.11.10
Videos from India 2010
Dargah Delhi, August : Sufi chants
Freddo trying out indian pottery at Farms
DELHI ZOO huge birds
Peacock in September....delhi zoo
Common Wealth Games 2010
KASAULI, himalyas
Surprise !!!!! ......
When he likes sleeping in Indian transports.
Kerala backwaters Monsoon !!
THEKADDY, kerala panoramic view
Munnar, hill station of Kerala
30.5.09
New video- FILM
Hi guys !
I'm excited about the film I'm working on.
I wonder sometimes if there is a Yash raj or RG verma hidden inside me. Lol.
Well, I hope to come out as an original film-maker though.
So talking about my new film. It has got a story line, but as short as the duration of the film.
You know what I mean. It starts with some , few , no ... many dancers dancing in the Woods of Cergy. Then somewhere hidden behind tress is another story going on. Let's find out.
You think I'm going to write whole script or story ? No. I prefer make it and show it through my film.
I just love choreographing songs. There's something that inspires me through these big sets of Om shanti Om, the biggest hit of 2008...
Does whole world see these Bollywood films same as we Indians see ?
What is message behind the dreamy songs, kitch dresses n lyrics ?
It's a long story !...a never ending story.
Anyway, some details about my under-construction film.
I'll be rehearsing on 31 May, in Cergy.
Will shoot, the Grand Shooting on 1 June.... !! And yes, there is no 'title' to it yet. It'll come with the editing part...it's just the very very beginning now.
Touch wood ! Yes, the woods of cergy :)
swati
I'm excited about the film I'm working on.
I wonder sometimes if there is a Yash raj or RG verma hidden inside me. Lol.
Well, I hope to come out as an original film-maker though.
So talking about my new film. It has got a story line, but as short as the duration of the film.
You know what I mean. It starts with some , few , no ... many dancers dancing in the Woods of Cergy. Then somewhere hidden behind tress is another story going on. Let's find out.
You think I'm going to write whole script or story ? No. I prefer make it and show it through my film.
I just love choreographing songs. There's something that inspires me through these big sets of Om shanti Om, the biggest hit of 2008...
Does whole world see these Bollywood films same as we Indians see ?
What is message behind the dreamy songs, kitch dresses n lyrics ?
It's a long story !...a never ending story.
Anyway, some details about my under-construction film.
I'll be rehearsing on 31 May, in Cergy.
Will shoot, the Grand Shooting on 1 June.... !! And yes, there is no 'title' to it yet. It'll come with the editing part...it's just the very very beginning now.
Touch wood ! Yes, the woods of cergy :)
swati
27.5.09
What to do
Well, I have been busy ! I have been busy doing nothing. No, it's not true.
I needed time and space to understand few things and intake few changes that ill occur in my life soon.
Oooo no suspense, no surprise !
It's about my life only.
Hear, I have been making short films, videos. I don't know how will be the response.
But I hope so. I wanna make more to create a language !
I'm enjoying so far shooting n editing....
It's so tough to make decisions sometimes. You choose A or B.
What makes the difference ? Everything. Both of them take you in a different directions. Open other doors. Different doors !! So one has to be very clever and wise.
Now, let's see what happens for me in June. I mean I'll have to move my ass, I know.
I needed time and space to understand few things and intake few changes that ill occur in my life soon.
Oooo no suspense, no surprise !
It's about my life only.
Hear, I have been making short films, videos. I don't know how will be the response.
But I hope so. I wanna make more to create a language !
I'm enjoying so far shooting n editing....
It's so tough to make decisions sometimes. You choose A or B.
What makes the difference ? Everything. Both of them take you in a different directions. Open other doors. Different doors !! So one has to be very clever and wise.
Now, let's see what happens for me in June. I mean I'll have to move my ass, I know.
1.1.09
Clarity
It's 2009...we all are moving ahead, sometimes running out of time and running behind time...
I'm feeling suddenly so lost as if 2008 was a cloud and that cloud is over from over my eyes.
Now I see reality, reality clearly, kind of still not sure.
I want to break free. I wanna live in a world of security. I don't know what will happen, I mean I can't even anticipate. Particularly 'how' will things happen. I see many hurdles, doubts, questions...do I need help ? self-help...
It's good to write it here though. An artist's life, I have chosen to be former. I know I m strong but am I strong enough ? I want to cry right now to feel like a blog like this didn't exist ever and thoughts like these never came to my mind.
But I know I'm so anxious about certain things. whyyyyyyyyy. Relax ! things will get better tomorrow..it's always this way. I want to do so many things. I want to make them possible, see them happen, make everyone proud, feel light and happy...that pure deep feeling. Achievement !
I'm feeling suddenly so lost as if 2008 was a cloud and that cloud is over from over my eyes.
Now I see reality, reality clearly, kind of still not sure.
I want to break free. I wanna live in a world of security. I don't know what will happen, I mean I can't even anticipate. Particularly 'how' will things happen. I see many hurdles, doubts, questions...do I need help ? self-help...
It's good to write it here though. An artist's life, I have chosen to be former. I know I m strong but am I strong enough ? I want to cry right now to feel like a blog like this didn't exist ever and thoughts like these never came to my mind.
But I know I'm so anxious about certain things. whyyyyyyyyy. Relax ! things will get better tomorrow..it's always this way. I want to do so many things. I want to make them possible, see them happen, make everyone proud, feel light and happy...that pure deep feeling. Achievement !
4.9.08
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)
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)
26.8.08
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...!!!
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...!!!
27.7.08
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.....
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.....
19.6.08
Residence d'artiste
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26.5.08
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.
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.
10.5.08
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).
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).
8.5.08
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...!!
:)))
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2.5.08
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.
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.
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