Padharo

Hi Preeti,

I am sorry to be late this time ! he he...So good to see you here! Welcome you to my blog. Thank you so much for liking it. Would be looking forward to your valuable feedback and suggestions! Please feel free...

Padharo..


Love n Peace,
Rahul :)

Painting with Paintbox!

“Fill the Life with colors”, many must have heard this, but I got a chance to do it, quite literally! Jignasa (curiosity), thats how I stumbled upon this lovely event. A few days ago, a friend of mine sent me an invite for an event on facebook and the moment I saw it, I was mesmerised by it, not because it was something different, but because it was something special, heart touching, something to which I connected instantly. An organisation called “Paintbox” was organising an open event at my school. They were going to paint the walls of certain classrooms in my school with vibrant colors. The moment I learnt about it, my heart said “Wow!” I felt it’s such an opportunity, how many do get the chance of doing it?!

Then I called up the authority of Paintbox to register myself as a volunteer and that’s how I met this lovely lady, Jignasa. I knew that they were going to paint the walls but once I reached there and learnt more about the event, it even made me even happier to know that such compassionate beings do exist! The event was not just about painting the walls of a school, but to make the students of the same school to do so. Paintbox, with help of a faculty and the parents, pointed out a group of students who are notorious in school and not really disciplined. The painting of walls was just a way to make those students respect their school and to bring about discipline and a sense of ownership for the school space in those kids. And I was deeply touched by this idea! Education and arts have been two things that have always been close to my heart and to see those two colours blend in such a smooth shades, creating a beautiful blend was a delight to my soul.



Not only Jignasa, but her family too was part of this and they were such lovely souls to meet. Just as I entered the school, I introduced myself and then I was paired up with one of the students, Khalil to do the wall painting, I had to paint the walls orange. I was handed over the paintbrush and Khalil, a roller! I painted the colour with brush and Khalil instantly evened out the colour using the roller while the colour was wet. And he did this job brilliantly! I didn’t even realise that those kids where so notorious! In that space they seemed such disciplined kids and they were doing their job quite astutely. And well, I forgot to tell one thing about the concept, the volunteers were not only paired with the kids to just paint, but they were also supposed to interact! And he he, not only was it asked to do so, during the lunch break, Jignasa also kept questioning the students like teacher(which she was in real sense!), what did they learn, what did they ask and such series of questions. And at no point did she lose her cool nor did the students give her a chance to do so! I never felt that I was sitting there in the classroom with the difficult most set of students of the school!





And then after painting, with memories refreshed, contentment in heart and peace of mind, I left the premises, enchanted by the whole experience. And now I can boast about this to everybody and say,” Yes, I filled the Life with colors!”

Do take a Flight, but do not forget to Alight...

"Dreams"...Life would be so incomplete without them. I can never imagine my Life without any dreams, whether they may be seen with eyes open or closed. They are important and oh so integral part of any one's life. And to keep going in this life, one should pull the carts of their lives with the horses of their dreams. It keeps you inspired.

But when we dream, when we take that flight towards the skies of desires its very important to not forget that what you left behind was the Real and more the time you stay away from it, more the energy it takes from you. Even when a bird flies, it has to alight from time to time. To take rest, to be back where it originally was. To relax and to realize that what it had was Temporary, which has to be left behind.

So do take a flight of your Dreams but with the realization of the Reality and the need to alight. Because even the wings of the dreams need to rest, you never know when will they manifest. Do take a Flight, but don't forget to alight.

Padharo!!:)

Hi Rujuta,

I know I am quite late but I welcome you to my blog, my space. I am glad that you liked it. Keep coming and commenting!!:)

Any sorts of feedbacks/suggestions are always welcome. Feel free.


Love and Peace,
Rahul

Mumbai murmurs - Rickshaw wala

Its been some time since the Marathi song somewhat resembling my title, doing the rounds here in Mumbai (Waat majhi baghtoy riksha wala, ga waat maajhi...*duh..don't know what makes people like that!) but never did I know that am gonna see such a thing happening in front of my eyes and that too, in Mumbaiya style.

People struggle to reach station on time, seeing the empty rickshaws in front of their eyes going, denying the passenger for no apparent reason! After Meter Jam, there was a ripple of protest amongst the public and the sense of duty in the rickshaw wallas. But as it happens normally here in Mumbai, or say in India, people get back to routine after any sort and size of brouhaha and so did our Mumbaikars and the the rude-rickshaw wallas back to their attitude. But never dd I know that it was actually happening. Once a dear friend of mine said, "All men are bastards and all women are bitches" but never did I agree to it. But i didn't know that time, that i am gonna see this.

It happened so that I was waiting for a rickshaw to get in time to the station, the typical Mumbai-morning chaos. Was waiting at a junction. hoping to catch a rickshaw coming from any direction, and there she came!! After a wait of 5 minutes, i was delighted to see a rickshaw coming straight towards me. And as I was just getting ready to enter, Mr Rickshaw walla took another turn at the end time, leaving me scratching my head, wondering what made him do that?!! And within a minute, I got my answer.

A babe was walking towards the signal , towards the junction, but in other direction. And without even her call, Mr Bastard, like a little puppy, went back at the corner of the junction, waiting for her to enter as if it wasn't a rickshaw but his bed. My my.....what was that!!! My eyes were stunned as much as my mind was disgusted of this bastard-ly act.

Now raise a toast my dear rickshaw wallas, here's one more medal on your chest!!#@#@##@


[P.S.: Image is used for representational purpose only. *He's not the bastard I'm talking about!!*]

Padharo !!:)

Hi KK,

Welcome to my space, my blog. I am glad you liked it. Hope to keep up your interest. Keep coming and giving your valuable feed back.

Love and Peace,
Rahul

Padharo !!:)

Hi Ajay,

Welcome you to my blog. Thanks for being a part of it and am glad you like it!:) I hope to sustain your interest. Keep coming (and commenting!!:))

Love and Peace,
Rahul

Religion unites, but Religions Divide!!

P.S. ~[ Before some nerds start raising their fingers, here P.S. means pre-script, kyun bhai, post ne koi copyright le rakha hai kya?? and liya bhi hai to mera blog hai and mere thoughts, jo chahe likhoon!!:P;):D ]~ I know that i promised to be regular and write more than recent times, but there's always a lapse between resolutions and their execution, its not that easy after all!! he he, anyways, lets begin with the topic, which seems to be quite serious...shhhh... mazaak band, aur zara gaur karein....


From the recent happenings about the Ayodhya case, many thoughts cropped up in my mind and what caught my attention the most is a paradoxical thought about a religion and religions.

Waise to religions are meant to be a source of getting people together on the path to attain spiritual enlightenment and reach the supreme Lord, the so called divine father or the supreme being. But wonder have they ever met their true purpose??

Lets start from the time when there was no religion ~[duh!! before you guys start thinking of when your religion started, just to enter a race of "ours" being the oldest and richest religion,]~ or say at least when one religion wasn't aware of the others presence. ~[oho ab zyada dimaag na ladao, just imagine of such time's existence!! sochne mein kya hai!!]~ At that time, one came into the realization of the supreme power behind this entire creation and found ways to reach him. And enlightened others about the path and lead them the same way!! Now this is how a religion forms. The supreme being(God/Allah/Eeshwar/Rab), a person who shows a path(a spiritual leader, Jesus, Waheguru etc.) and the common man, the one, who has to see the moon(Supreme Soul) through the pointed finger(Spiritual leaders guidance).

The problem is that these people didn't realize before that the finger pointing the moon is not the only one. There are other fingers, showing the way from a different direction, which is true to their perspective, leading a separate path, but the common target. But instead of focusing on the target, they just started seeing and distinguishing the fingers and ultimately, there's no one who hit the birds eye!! And the one who does, shall be the true warrior, as Arjun!!

What if there's a leader at corner of all four directions, leading a group, pointing and moving towards a common target, say moon. Should they see the target and move towards it and unite with fellow travellers and make a marvellous journey together, towards the common goal or fight like people do to enter a 9:00 am Mumbai local??

If we see at a religion, it is nothing but a way to unite people to gather and understand the path to the realization of God, the one who's supreme. The superlative. And when its a superlative, it cannot be multiple. It can be just one. A mountain cannot have several tops and same shall apply here.

Its a bitter agony, that the travellers moving in same direction, towards same destination, but who started their journey from different sources are quarrelling on which source is greatest, whereas the reality is, that the greatest lies ahead of them and only if they all concentrate on destination, they shall know the reality. The journey shall all the way be peaceful and joyous and can be like a picnic going bus full of children awaiting with bated breath, of reaching their destination, no matter the way they started from!!

Never completed!!

As I make my return to the blog and try and revamp it, I also turned up to doing arts and stuff and be in touch with the other side of my Life. And before starting something new, I wanted to clean up old mess. As I start working on nurturing my mind and Soul, and put up my thoughts, I also wanted to clean up my space at home and reorganize my artworks.

And while cleaning up, I came across some artworks that were never completed by me, either due to the errors or may be because I didn't complete them at one go. Yup, I have this weird tendency of not completing the work if not done at one go. Though multiple sittings and more time and patience lead to finesse in works, I usually prefer completing them at one go. May be I just don't have that patience or may be I lose interest in them soon!!!

Whatever it is, just wanted to share, and to say goodbye to those and welcome a new dawn in my Life with new colors and shades and a new, strong mind, body and Soul.

Padharo !!:)

Hello Amit,

Heartily Welcome to my blog. I'm glad you liked it. By the way, you are my first friend here after I've returned here after long:). I hope to keep coming up with some interesting stuff and get comments and feed backs from you and others too, who may have lost track of Kalakriti due to my absence.

Take care. God Bless.
Peace,
Rahul

I'm back...FINALLY!!! phew.....

phmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm haaaaaaahhh.....(arre yaar chain ki saans to loon!! Am here after such a long time;):)). Before I start writing anything...I just wanna feel that I'm back...I haven't been into action here since when....but it feels grr8 to be back and I hope I be regular with my posts. The break wasn't a holiday for sure!!



Whatsoever, I am glad i made it back and I hope keep living it full time no matter what...coz we, are just humans and need to express...we aren't mechanical!! May be I forgot that things come and go, situations come and go. Bad times wont stay forever and neither will Good times. But shouldn't forget that whatever time it is, the time is to LIVE.

There was a time when I didn't have anything to write, there have been times when i had to but didn't have time to write or read here on blog-o-sphere. But today...I feel I have so much to write about!! And rahi time ki baat...well u just need to line up things in proper order its it. I think you always have the time!! You need to manage it properly. If you really wanna do it, you can make it.



Time has been at its pace since time eternal, its just that in the race of Life, in that zip zap zoom, we miss out the thing...we forget that Life is about "Walking" through that journey, to do it step by step. When we can enjoy each step to its fullest and just take its pleasure. I just wanna realize that its the joy of small things that makes our life so pretty, lovable. Its so lovely to find joy in this silly, small things. But that's how it is. And when we start looking at all such precious moments...we automatically slow down and admire and acknowledge the beauty of life and our movement becomes gracious on its own. The way it is supposed to be. And then we learn to look at life in a different way. The color of your spectacles change. And if you are able to sustain that, mind you, there is no damn thing that can stop you or hinder you in Life. Coz you are not running in Life, you are taking a walk, WITH Life!!:)

Dreams N Realiity

Acrylics on Canson paper.

Blossoms are wishes that are alive in dreams, Reality is harsh...wish if both can intersect in Harmony!!

If only I can live my dreams!!

Padharo :)

Hey Pankhuri S,

Welcome to my blog. I am glad you liked it and hope to keep that interests alive by coming up with good works. Please keep giving your comments and suggestions, would be appreciated.:)

Btw, this is second Pankhuri on my blog, so referred you as "Pankhuri S". :)

Love and Peace,
Rahul

A Surprise Gift

"I am going!!"

"Did you take your handkerchief, wallet and cellphone?" mother inquired on my daily sign off statement.

"Yes"

"Okay, bye beta" mom said and I left for office.

It was just another day. Routine. But today, somehow I was feeling different, something strange, a kind of intuition, that somethings gonna happen. And to add to it, the typical filmy, my left eye was fadking and I didn't even know whether the right or the left eye is the bad indication. Stop. What was I thinking, do I believe all this non sense!! "Naah!!!" came the reply from within. But still there was something that I wasn't liking.


I caught a rickshaw and began my journey. The eye still fadking at regular intervals and my mind mill on its full swing. The traffic jam was at its peak and so was the heat. The scorching sun roaring high at around 30 minutes past 10 in the morning. Sitting in the rickshaw was as good as sitting in an oven but my mind mill still working at its best. I was busy wondering how difficult it must be for the ones walking on the street, and worse for those who work there. Poor things. My eyes were open, but was seeing just the constantly running film of thoughts. And then, all of sudden, she came in front, in middle of the road, and I saw her.

She was so much in distress, in middle of the street, struggling to get a ride. She was popping from here to there trying to get some help. She was also screaming in between may be. "Oh goodness!! I must help her!" I thought. No one was stopping to help her. And then she suddenly came in front of my rickshaw and my driver applied the brakes.

She came towards me, sweat dripping from side of her forehead, and said, "Mujhe please station tak chhod do, BETA!!" yup, it was an old lady asking me for help. * what else did u think, naughty minds!!:P:)* Hmm...jokes apart,

She was really in a sorry state.Paper thin body, like that of Olive Oyl. Her body no more than a skeleton, hair all white, wearing specks, carrying a bag with load double her weight and she, fumbling to find some help. And then before I could say anything, she was already sitting besides me. I, shocked and awed, could do nothing and then we continued the journey. I was anyways going to help her, but holy man, "What the hell is happening??!!"I wondered. I didn't know how to react. And my mind was back to being a busybody. What must be her story? Is she thrown out of home by family? Is she left to be on her own? Is she in her senses? Is she normal or a psycho? Many questions ran through my mind and in no time, we reached station. She inquired, "Station aa gaya kya?" and I replied, "Haan". And then she got out of rickshaw and showered me with her blessings. "Tumhara bahot bahot dhanyawaad beta. Bhagwaan tumhari hamesha raksha kare, khush rakhe" It sounded so filmy, nothing new. But somehow, this time, I was actually feeling nice. Strange, but I was actually feeling her blessings, I can still remember that thankful face. I was just dumbstruck and couldn't say a word. And by the time I settle payments with the rickshaw driver, she disappeared.

I was thinking about this whole day. I had done nothing great. I didn't even help her, in fact, she took the help on her own, he he yup, she did that. So what was it? Whatever it was, but I felt it was just a gift given to me by god, a *Surprise Gift*, as if he wanted to make his presence felt. I really don't know what did this incident mean, but will always stay in my heart. I can never forget those water filled eyes, blessing me from her heart.

So...sigh...with a happy feeling I reached office.I thank God, for giving me this touch of humanity, to make me feel his presence and existence. I surely now feel, someones there, and will always, who cares for me.:)

Padharo :)

Hey Sanjeev,

Welcome to my blog. Happy to know you liked it :) Please do keep coming up with you comments and suggestions, would love to have them :)

Love and Peace,
Rahul

Padharo :)

Hello Pramod,

Welcome to my blog. Glad you liked it. I'll be really happy to receive any comments or suggestions from your end.

Love and Peace,
Rahul

Lost

dreams

2b, 4b and pencil colors on a2 cartridge paper.

No matter how colorless Life may be, the dreams are always colorful. Colors take the flight and make a splash, touch the sky and paint it red.

Prajna

Acrylics on paper

Defining Love

Yes, one more ode to the ever mysterious yet the most prevalent feeling called *Love*. People of all kinds, from all walks of life have tried to define and explore Love, tried, but not succeeded. What is it about Love that we all experience it, yet we cannot find out its meaning. What is it that keeps the minds reckoning about its secrets? The feeling that all endure but yet keeping them unsure about its existence. Such playful is this feeling that tricks the mind so cunningly, leaving it boggled and baffled about its reality. Can this feeling be ever defined in totality? I am no expert or an academician to play with words and create a set of words that in turn define one. Is Love really so complex feeling that leaves all puzzled yet amazed? Let us try and explore this Mystery of all time, "What is Love??"

Love has many definitions, may be definitions outnumber the population on this planet. Each one has its own definition, which with time and situation keeps changing its shades. I wonder, what is so special about Love, that makes it so special! A feeling that sets each heart ablaze and makes the soul ooh, aah and sigh all time. A feeling that makes you fly with no wings. A feeling that tickles and makes you giggle with no reason. A feeling that leaves an individual overwhelmed and full of joy, that it asks for no other pleasure. One of the purest and highest level of emotions that rules the world, which is not a property of Man but Soul. You may keep giving the likes and whens but you never hit the spot, when you are talking about Love. What is it that makes it so abstract and vague? Let us take a couple of Love concepts that have been told since the time eternal.



People "Fall in love". If its such a pure and high feeling that peaks the peak of emotions, then why one is to be said, falling in love? May be this is because Love teaches to be humble and lose your pride. When you are in love, you lose your identity and learn to identify yourself in someone else. May be because in love, the more you give, the more you feel content. The more you lose in love, the more you gain. The greater the fall, the greater the leap of transcendental spirit towards the higher realms.

Then they say, "Love is Blind". If such is the greatness of this feeling that takes you to a higher level, how can it deprive you from seeing the realities of this world. May be Love actually returns you your lost sight. Because Love shows you no other color, once in Love, you see or give nothing but love. Is it not the way to be? May be Love makes one a dog, that can see the Rainbow. (sorry for stealing this phrase, but i really love this, and for those who don't know, dogs are color blind!)



Aah...there are so many concepts, but not an exhaustive definition! Then how do you know when you are in love? Why cant we sustain Love when we see it all around and, if it is prevalent and so beautiful and colorful? I guess its present all over, but may be it is like white light, only when it receives showers, it reveals its colors and you can see the beautiful Rainbow shine. And like Rainbow wont shine till the sunshine and showers combine, Love doesn't shine and show its true colors without two parts that complete each other. We try to define Love, our minds reckoning? Mind doesn't know the language of love. The more we try to define, the more complex it gets. Love is the simplest of all emotions. Just give, give and give and you shall get it back in abundance. The one who gives and expects nothing but the joy of the beloved, is the one who actually gets Love. Mind can never understand Love because love belongs to heart and heart knows no theories. Its is one of the basic sanskars of the Soul. How can mind reach the property of the Soul? Definitions may be many, with the widest of spectrums, colors and textures, but feeling is one, *lOvE* <3


"Love means that which lasts forever. It doesn't diminish. It always grows and grows and grows and grows. That is not love that today we feel, and tomorrow we feel we don't love them anymore. If Love comes, it never goes. If it goes, it was never love."
- Huzur Maharaj Charan Singhji

[P.S.: Images: colors of love by ~himmado, deviantart.com
+Simply love+ by ~mARTy---, deviantart.com
Love by ~tigerlily88, deviantart.com]