Random
My wish-list made of small things
Watching a meteor showers
Sitting on a boulder in the middle of flowing river
Full moon on a winter night and just me
A few other simple pleasures added
I wonder am I overthinking???
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Hearing others talk about you is
Mere perceptions
What you are
Is only you know
Why ?
To get offended or upset
By what people say
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The strongest at the same time weakest part of our existance is
” Our FRAGILITY “
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“Whispers of Wind
Innocence of life
The wide open sky
Nature in Harmony
When brush meets canvass
A Silent Symphony fllows”
Suman Gupta, passion for painting the nature in perfect harmony and instant connect one feels with his subjects, makes this humble Artist unique and extraordinary
To know more about the Artist and his work visit
If anyone interested to buy his work please email to :
6elementcolors@gmail.com
“Time will tell ”
No goals no end in sight
My friend Time
Mystic, mysterious riddle
Does it really know what it is?
Can be ascertained only in PAST tense
Then how can we be so sure
It will tell us something
Silence is the most profound gift which enables me to listen to the music of Divine and realization that
I take responsibility of my mysterious SELF
World will take care of itself
I am inky responsible for
Not hurting anyone
Living or non-living
Jelping people in my immediate surroundings
With whatever means I have
I am sensitive to the feelings of others
Every relationship is special for me
Like a grain of sand
I am complete
We , humans, are creatures of convenience and in that process often get ourselves into unmanageable situations .
How slowly the menace of plastic came into our lives and is now a threat to our very existance. A small example :
I remember as a child we use to take our own bowls to buy milk or yogurt/curd
Then
Came the bowls made of leaves for yogurt
Then
The white plastic bags
Now
The packed containers with plastic lids and plastic bottles
Everyone welcomed the replacements and happy to be saving time (by not waiting in queues)
Relevant to mention here that those milk shops used to be the first meeting point most morning, from exchanging the plesantries to politics to cricket to sharing few laughs and jokes. Fresh morning Air and a morning in the bargin
Today the question is :” Is the damage repairable?
A few suggestions
– we can try to go back making curd at home like our mothers/grandmothers
– using of clay bowls by the mass manufacturer. ( experimental and possible if will is there?
– avoid small packs
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For me inspiration is not found in the books or idealism of known names. It is in the extra ordinary people whose daily routine is an example for others. Exploring, experimenting and innovating not only creates Artist , also the world of harmony.
Would like to share with you life of someone, who in his view is very ordinary, but for the people who are associated with him in any way (friends, relatives, neighbors) his simplicity and disciplined way of life is worth to follow.
At age of 78, when most people feel that they have nothing to learn or share, here is a man who is multi talented and still learning. He is into wood sculptures , mostly miniatures, a self-taught attempt. Bonsai is one of his interest and he has good collection of these.
Dr S. P Padha ,a medical professional ,an eye specialist ,retired as professor from Medical College Jammu. He lives in Jammu , INDIA. His childhood was spent in a small town of rural background, nothing like extra curricular activities or hobbies during those days.
When I asked him what lead him to learn pottery?
In his own words “ I was often fascinated by artisans like blacksmith and Potters giving shape to objects. I came in contact with Sh.Suman ji a couple of years back and became morning walk buddies. I learned about pottery workshop being run by Ms.Jyoti ji (Suman’s wife) at Blue River Cermics pottery centre With my interests in different art forms, I attended one of her workshop as an observer. Fascinated by the running hands on that wheel my creative instincts and their encouragement lead me to try my hand on Potter’s wheel. Jyoti ji is a very patient teacher which made me to learn about basics of pottery.”
Wood sculptureIt is not just the art but he keeps himself update with the fast moving world of wi-fi and technology. His views are that Internet is a great help in dissemination of information and knowledge.
His simplicity, humble and disciplined life is a message of encouragement for anyone looking for a mentor.
All images are copyright of Dr. Padha
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I am not in competition with anyone
Am in harmony with myself
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Democracy-“The Will of People”
Every five years one is given a tool
The tool called “vote”
It makes or breaks the parties
Rejection is the mother of all fears
A politician’s nightmare
And nobody likes a defeat
A few days before the voting day
Every candidate is seen with folded hands and bowing head
Standing in front of the so called “common man”
Begging for a vote in his favor
Using everything in his kitty
From development to freebies to God knows what
Would like to ask these people a simple question
Are they not common ?
What makes them elite ?
Are they not elected to serve the people ?
Are they not duty-bound to fulfill the promises?
Promises of progressive future
Of good roads, clean water, ample to eat
The golden picture of election time “A mirage”
Vanishing and fading humility of elected ones
They are secure for next five years.
Secure to be carelessly trample the hopes
The hopes of that helpless “common man”
That smirk on their face a tale of their arrogance
Their indifference towards their constituency
A slap on the voter’s face
Why we are helpless?
Why can we not have a say?
Why can we not have right ?
To reject a candidate nomination
And ask for a better choice
As there are selfless and honest men/women
Not looking for galore for themselves
But ready to work for “comman man”
Five years or fifty the promises will be broken
The professional politician will serve their own interest
Until they know the switch to power is not in their hand
But in hands of the so called common man
They can be removed as fast as they were elected
With a press of button called “RECALL”
