The portraits above are one of my first independent art assignments so far. Although I wouldn't stress on the fact that this was my first on a canvas! But nevertheless, I'm excited and up for more :)
Define:insensitivity
The web definition has its own way of making the
term look more professional without being
'sensitive' enough towards the person who's being
called that.
The other day I was called insensitive by someone
who tags people in only 2 forms - Virgins & non-
virgins!
I find myself shocked, more so because of the
quickness of the things that happened last night.
And it only makes me wonder if being an insensitive
woman is really such a bad thing.
I'm a peace loving person and strongly believe in
'What doesn't kill you, makes you strong'. I don't
have an opinion about too many things in life. I
don't judge. I don't let myself wander on
unpleasant incidences for too long. I can laugh it off. You can't make me cry for too long. I can't stand nonsense for too long, in other
words.
If that's insensitive, I'm up for it!
Now, seeing the brighter side of what happened
lately, I realise there are more brownie points in
store for me than I had expected.
Firstly, this was my first ever (major) arguement;
and i'm glad it was only through mails because the
insensitive girl breaks down when she tries to act
strong. It was quite an experience! :D
And secondly, it sort of feels good to know that
you no more have to waste your hard earned money
messaging and trying to make them feel better over
a 10-year-old-like-fight or spend hours consoling
someone WHO CALLS ME INSENSITIVE!
I could charge for the amount of advice gone behind
this whole drama for over a year! But that's alright. I don't mind helping the poor and the needy.
And as far as my 'sensitivity' goes; I guess one will have to wait for some more decades to see that happen. Yes I will continue to be practical. I will continue to read the
other side of the story and not go 'aww' when you give me your shit! I swear I will continue to hate soft toys.
And if I can take care of myself with all those
insensitive emotions, so can you.
Clicks, colours & me..
Water colours. Acrylic paints. Canvas. Rangoli. Diya painting. Pottery. Bombay. Diwali.
The new look
Okay so here I have my first blog-renovation. And pink was perhaps the last colour on my mind, only because I wanted to keep this space gender-indiscriminate. But what the heck! I like pink. I Love pink!
I often crib about not having enough time for my blog, for my art. But a full-time job can do wonders. Yes, you heard that right. Firstly, you end up looking busy at work, when only you know that you're changing your blog's font or editing some pictures on Coral Draw for your header image (My work partly involves using coral draw so no one bothers). And secondly, you get paid at the end of the month :)
Now coming back to the humble blog-land, I clearly remember when an old friend from school Ekta suggested that if I'm planning to put up pictures on my blog I need a less distracting background. I agreed. And I, on the other hand, also agree that the pink borders of the current layout screams for attention. But then, the whole point of blogging is to let the world know what's on your mind, share ideas, communicate take time off your work schedule and escape to the holy World Wide Web! This blog makes me want to come back to it everyday. Makes me want to make it look pretty. Not for the visitors, but for myself. And, well, if the visitor has a similar taste *cheers*
How much art can one fit in on one street?
Kala Ghoda Fest, Mumbai
This was a classic. The man above is only pretending to be asleep without even me asking him to do so. He offered, I obliged :)
PS- Do not miss the Aviators behind
The artist.
Chai break
Asiatic Library. Not in a very good shape now. Nevertheless, a lovely place to spend the evening.
Prem Joshua and the band, jamming.
There really is something about street fests. They are free, yes! But more importantly, they are open and interactive. Just the way art, in any form, should be.
..and it was a lovely sunset
A beautiful evening indeed
The Mighty Black Horse
Home Tour - I
Today is one of those days of the week when I'm all exhausted, back from work with hardly anytime to catch up with my fellow bloggers. Times like these I choose to escape to my virtual heaven hotspots around the World Wide Web (which, by default, is Munnar, India ).
Today, though, I happen to come across this absolutely gorgeous & breath-taking home from Barcelona. Yes.. Barcelona is not only about football now, is it?
*Drumroll*
Totally digging the bold pink..
..and the Vintage touch.
Refrigerator :)
Image Copyrights Tiktock2u
Wall testing..wall testing..1 2 3
I always wondered how my paintings would look up on the wall.
Not bad, I say :D
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The only thing that pricks me here is that the colors in them don't seem to go quite well with the white-dominated interiors. What say?
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Work Diary
Being in the profession of marketing, I deal with
an unimaginable number of people every day. Not that I’m complaining; but it’s
just not very healthy for someone who could spend hours without talking to
anyone, sitting by the window at home doing nothing.
I miss the window though. Very badly. And the
evening cup of chai. And
the TV. Oh, and the couch!! *Sigh*
But it’s not as bad as it sounds. In fact, it’s a
lot like blind-dating. My profession. The client, however, is the other
blind-half in this case. 20 mails and 51 telephonic conversations later comes
the big meet. Taadaa!
Amazes me how much the two resemble.
The first look at the client you have been
talking to for ages and having mentally guessed his age, the thoughts start
sounding something like ”..cute! ..just a few years older than me.. :)” Payoff!
*Grins*
Now the meeting begins and you’d want everything
perfect (in this case the presentation), would want to make that lasting
impression knowing he has the currency to spend and help you achieve your sales
target. All decked up, best of the words showered and that painful jaw-breaking
smile. Usually works.
Besides, there’s a wide and ever-increasing
variety of clients- the never-smiling ones, the always-laughing ones- joke or
no joke..irrespective, the busy ones, the question banks, the I’ll-ask-my-boss
ones and the flirtatious lot (just to bridge the whatever little differences
the two had).
The flirting client, being the creepiest of all
hits your moral side hard. Should you flirt back or risk losing a client?! To
my relief it’s not very open yet. It’s all very subtle, yet very strong.
Wonderfully discrete. Like Carrie Bradshaw of SATC fame rightly points out, a
third person would never really know what’s going on between the two individuals. These
vibes, the interest, the respect (if exists) can all be sensed; and we don’t
need Hogwarts to train us here.
Solution? You could always act dumb and laugh off
as he stares at you or act like the other busy clients and leave. Simple.
The hardest to deal with are the Question Banks.
The inquisitive ones. They have doubts about every word that you utter and have
their eyes of suspicion on you..always. Just like your over-possessive
ex-boyfriend. These are the kind of clients every boss would love to hire.
Nothing less than perfection.
My favourite of all, however, is the
‘always-laughing one’- the round bellied old man. The bald patch and the
glasses remind me of my long forgotten uncle. They treat you like their
daughters, asking you about your career and your job. Sweet. Long live such
clients!
But there had been times when I was terrified of
meetings and cursed my job. I hated the travelling! But then, the
money-carrying blind-half won’t show the generosity to drop in at your
workplace just because you hate travelling. He needs you, true. But you need
him more. Fair :\
Today, 3 months into this madness and my discovery
of newer genres continue..
And she post-graduates!
She was always told that she’s a person of few words. She, today, makes a correction- She’s a person of few audible words. Lingered less in public..always. But poured out on the last day of her college’s official farewell meet. Virtually of course, she need not mention.
So this one’s for all the 58 similar-emotion-oozing classmates (she being the 59th) Cheers! Nice knowing you guys..
A deactivated facebook account and its after-effects
“Wtf y wat happ? r u goin crazy?? u r weird man”
“u were addicted..accept the fact ;)”
“yeah I understand..life has become SO mechanical with fb n all yaa”
“arre your profile was my sole entertainment..you have some responsiblities” and
“stop doing break-up stuff”
..among the many others.
Believe me it’s just not easy convincing people that you deactivated your facebook profile jlt. With your life absolutely normal, no drama, no break-up stories, no suicide attempts involved. Tough! Very. And well, just like that is a good enough reason now, ain’t it :)
Now for the curious ones..No, it’s really not all that tough to sacrifice your account under that lame reason (for everybody who actually believed it) only until you’re messaged by a friend asking you to checkout a certain hilarious status and the comments following thereafter or wanting you to comment on a new (hot) display picture. After a very short explanation why you can’t do just that, accompanied by a smiley, follows the expected why’s and why- the-hell’s. Tough!
On the other hand, while a person is still trying hard to not think about the deactivated things in life, facebook screams for attention..and how! ‘Facebook Mobile’ strangely still works. For good or bad nobody knows. But COME ON now!! My profile is supposed to be deactivated. D E A C T I V A T E D. If only they knew what that meant because a message on my cell that remotely says “Gallery BMB is looking for artist assistants ..” isn’t very easy to ignore, u know :\
But life, as we know it, gets easier to deal with when you decide you don’t care. And THAT is exactly what makes it so tough. Very!
Define:Ego
As I type this into Google I realise its either me who has a big one (an ego), or the one on my mind right now, who has a bigger one; for the fact that I typed THAT into Google to know what it actually means. Yes, I could act jobless at times. Anyway, so Google says Ego is “an inflated feeling of pride in your superiority to others” and/or “your consciousness of your own identity”. For reasons known only to me, I’d want to buy the latter of the two.
Cool! So ‘my consciousness of my own identity’ is what it is. And all this while I thought it was a friendship gone bad because I had nothing in common to talk about any longer & because the ‘friend’ had other she-priorities in life. Silly me!
And now, having written all that, I’m sure I’m going to think a million times before posting this piece :\
Ahh well, the Bitch-part of my brain does seem to have won the brawl against the Good-part ;)
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