being 27 in 72 !

It is worth to see some old people who are young at heart .This senior friend of mine is above 70 but is very active and enthusiastic .He sings `bhajans ' .He plays harmonium .

He is always ready to discuss any issue . He works in his shop till late hours . He carries a sweet smile on his face !

झाड म्हणजे ..

झाड म्हणजे हिरवीगार गोष्ट असते छान छान ..

बी ने सांगितलेली !

एकेका बी ची एकेक गोष्ट ..

गोष्ट इथे ,गोष्ट तिथे ,

गोष्टींचंच मग उगवतं रान !

पाण्यासाठी पाण्यापाशी ..

माझा कणकवलीचा कवी मित्र अजय कांडर आता मराठी कवितेच्या जगात एक बहुचर्चित कवी आहे .

त्याची कविता वाचून चित्रं डोळ्यापुढं येतात .

ती कागदावर उतरवणं एक आवडीचं काम झालंय .

छत आकाशाचे ..आपुल्या घराला

अजय कांडरच्या कवितेवरून काढलेल्या चित्रांपैकी हे एक .

संसार डोक्यावर घेवून वणवण करणारी ही माणसं ..

या चित्रात अवकाशाचं रूप छान आलंय .

titanic

I saw it many times .It has all the elements you come across when you give a deep thought on uncertainty of life ! It holds you with the beauty of presenting a story ! It takes us to the worlds of rich and poor ,thoughts ..rich and poor ,courage and cowardice .

It moves from life to death .It shows that love is life !

I carry these few images with me .

..because she is sleeping !

Here in this water colour my brush moves smoothly on paper! Not to disturb the picture on paper !!She is my aunt. `Akka ' we call her....she was sleeping as usual after a lunch when I did this.

without doing detailing , the painting to my mind looks complete.

She liked me doing drawing.I liked the beautiful smile on her face in appreciation .

to let you not hear the music of the wind...

These are lines are from marathi poetry. Virdhaval Parab is the name of the poet .I read the book recently.Truth made visible and felt in bold words !bravo !! My friend and studied theatre person Waman Pandit does a stage performance of these poems.It is` दर साल दर शेकडा'

`to let you not hear the music of the wind ,

they 'll shout out their words !!'

children of heaven

I had these images in my memory after watching the famous movie ,`the children of heaven '. Here I have moved my pen effortlessly .It was just for playing with the memory. I like this movie for it's simplicity in telling the story and the beautiful characters we meet here.

both have a story to tell ...

No matter where they meet ,when they meet they always have an interesting story to tell.
They can easily spend time in knowing each other.They are not short of subjects or words anytime.They know about the world through these interactions.

After all this they have enough time to do their other work in time and with the excellence ! cooking ,taking child to school ,marketing ,maintaining the trp of the tv shows ,closely observing each person they come across and having some opinion about him or her ,keeping record of each object in the house and money management !

Life is never dull when I see them around !

returning home!

when the shadows get darker

and the sun position is no more a marker

heart is constantly felt in the chest

and the wind is singing the song of the nest

who does care for a cramp in the thigh?

who ever hears our sorrow or sigh?

life in the third act

these bold strokes of a black marker pen are trying to figure out an old lady whom i saw at the bus stop. she is deep down in her thoughts. in this age there are thousand things to think about.it's a third act of the little drama we are supposed to play.it's a summing up session.

i am quite interested in old people.probably i am also getting there soon.we are mostly not aware of our age. when i am not looking in the mirror i have a feel of a young boy.may be a tenth standard student or so! only when i think about my responsibilities i come to know my age.then i also sit like this with some heavy burden on my neck! curtains are opening for the third act..

sleeping beauty!

this photograph was taken in the early morning.soft sunlight is on those soft cheeks.the child ,my grandson is in dreams!looks very much like the famous image of`sleeping buddha'! or i will call it as a sleeping beauty!!

i think i love my wife...

that day i saw a movie by this name.it was on television.quite a common story..repeatedly we are trapped in that ,what is called as a love triangle.may be it must have been happening in many people's life!

here i am not narrating about that.for the first time in last so many years my wife is away, for some good reason ,nearly for a month .when alone i am thinking more about her than when we were together.how we are more sensitive about a person in his absence? i hear her voice on telephone so many times but throughout a day it is there with me. every object and every corner of the house tells me her story.i see her sitting at her favorite places .i see her standing in the kitchen and about to surprise me with some new dish.i see the tv show that she used to see just to know what she liked in it.now i know the meaning of the phrase `to long for...'!

the only way out is in..

when i read this title that day in `the speaking tree' i loved the idea of wording it! it is really a truth.when in trouble,small or big you have to search for the answer.many answers,and many many ways to answer are available with us.but there is a definite process to do it.this process of searching answers is inside.in the mind we have all the equipments. just close your eyes and look inside ,there is a way out!

this girl with the schoolbag is in the same phase of finding the way out!

books make me brighter!

सावित्रीच्या लेकी

स्त्रियांच्या शिक्षणाला सुरूवात झाली ती ’सावित्रीबाई फुले’ यांच्यापासून!आज स्त्रियांमध्ये जो आत्मविश्वास दिसतोय तो शिक्षणामुळे हे तर नक्कीच!

girls are ahead of boys in education these days.this is proved in results of the board examinations.i see this change even in the villages.many teachers also tell me about the sincerity of the girl students in studies as well as attendance.they do complete their graduation and post graduation if supported by their families. i feel for them who can't complete the education though they wish to.

this painting is a story about how books make them shine!!

krishna,my friend!

the god to whom we can touch,tease and call to play cricket is my friend krishna! i feel the warmth,the love and the closeness between us.this may be the result of the stories i have read or heard of him in my childhood.now i do believe that there is no such person or the power around.but the ideas about love, friendship,joy and the righteousness still exist!

in this painting i have let the colours flow and take their course.the figure stands out from the background and there is nice combination of the cool colours!out of many names krishna is called, one is 'meghashyam' !meaning, ' of the colour of the cloud'!!

concentration...

in this water colour brush sketch ,though unfinished one ,what i like the most is the concentration !the younger sister is doing hair of the elder one.her eyes show ,how busy she is in her work.we are attracted for some time towords her stylish short haircut. and then we look at the elder sister.her neck is extended and where is she looking?

though we see her eyes opened ,they are are not looking in front!she with her whole mind is concentrating at the point where the hair is being done! those eyes..they keep us looking at them .

goodbye to bicycle?

when i was in school ,bicycle was the vehicle in our village.there was no bus service. no motorbikes. no cars.bullock-cart was the only companion to bicycle.my teachers have many a times taken me to nearby city places for various competitions,exams on their bicycles.i am having albums of those journeys and the fatherly love of my teachers .in pune, satara and other small cities i used to see roads full of bicycle-riders! we can see this documented in some old movies ,especially songs.

but now with the introduction of automobiles bicycles are on the verge of saying goodbye!

this water colour is for those bicycle memories.

i like this painting very much because it really catches the motion!

with the speed of a bus..

once i tried to draw in a running bus.here objects were also running away from me.and then disappearing into blue.it becomes a memory drawing whatever you try to draw.

this is a small sketch of trees here.

conductor of the bus saw me doing sketches.he sat beside and saw my sketch-book.then we talked a lot about drawing.he was also fond of the subject while in school.but had never given a minute after leaving the school.after seeing my sketches he had a thought of doing sketches again.he said he had plenty of time sometimes and nothing he had done so far.

memorable monkeys

seeing a monkey while going somewhere is a common incidence .i was on my bike and i saw these two.they were busy with their routine job.i can't say if she was mother or father of that child!as always i was having paper and pencil with me.i started sketching them.

now they were aware of me. the child came closer to mother (must be no?)i got two pictures then!sketches are ordinary but the memory of those moments is not!

this reminds me of...

when i painted this twig,i was quite pleased because it had the soft look which i was trying for.two years back i used to do at least one such painting a day.i was studying shades of green.so much of variety in shapes,colours and textures i met in leaves it was a wonderful time. after finishing this painting i had few lines in my mind which i shared with my daughter,

'this twig reminds me

of our family-photograph,

you may agree,

or simply you may laugh!'

Sonal,a great little artist

I remember Sonal quite often.now she is in seventh and is at satara.she loves painting , singing, acting and is all the time busy in learning some new thing.she was there with us for three years.we used to talk a lot.she liked to ask me some difficult questions and answers to those she only knew! once she asked me,"baba,what is the easiest thing to do?" obviously i could not answer."so simple",she said,"drawing!"

"how?"i had to ask.she had a very sweet answer...

"you just have to draw lines and it becomes a drawing!"..

a great little artist!

i always remember her and more when my confidence shakes.

Yaa,she is Sonal in my pencil sketch.

I always forget...

you appear from nowhere...

and

look at me

and

go on looking forever..

with

your candid eyes..

but

i just forget

and

always forget..

that,

these are my emotions..

poured on a paper!

as if

it is..

a shadow of my mind!!

In the previous century...

Life was so much different just hundred years back!I would have been like this,riding on a horse.Not that today I can't do that, everybody will make fun of me.You are compelled to live life of your time.Seeing the conditions of roads now a days we do experience horse riding!Can shortage of petrol throw us back in the previous century?How much is the cost of a horse these days?..just to know in advance!!!

this is done in 'paint'.

Pashupatinath!

What a great thought in the name 'Pashupatinath'!Since childhood I have seen the images of Lord Shankar at many places and in many poses. The one meditating,one in a family photograph, one playing some interesting game with Parvati.Natraj is such a famous image,it is as if carved on every art-lover's heart. Mahesha ,the greatest God as it means is a great idea of loving nature!Not to have fear of a snake ,even a cobra! To have friendship with the ghosts!!!The moon at his head and the river ganga all the time bathing him!Isn't it a cool nice thing! The blue color he has always reminds us the sacrifice he has made for others.

His image of 'ardhanarinateshwar'also gives us a thought to know and respect the other sex!So many and many more thoughts in one symbol!!!This two minutes of brush sketch of mine is not yet completed as it should have been.

stone starts breathing ..

I am amazed by the idea of putting life into a stone.Such a dense and heavy object!So abundant and neglected!Not aware of the day or the night!! But when touched by an artist,takes a lovely shape.The stone starts breathing.Mood of the air changes.The sky comes down.Music flows with the wind.Stone is no more a stone.It tells the story of that era to the ages!Trees grow and fall.People come and go .The storyteller lives.I have just tried to do a pencil sketch here of

such a storyteller!

It seems he is recollecting or has stopped for a while.No need to put a stethoscope ,I can hear his breath sounds.Can you?

i see you everywhere

wherever i turn my eyes i see a human figure there.i like watching clouds,trees,old walls,shadows,as they always come out with nice ideas of postures, compositions,textures...they do provide a new subject for my paintings.this is a water colour by me and i had seen these people on a wall at a particular moment one day. since then i meet them there always. i have brought them

on paper with their request only.they made it happen with my hands.

i have many such ideas having painting potentials.time will come. human figure ,faces,are crowded in my mind and i see their reflections in the surrounding.as if the world is getting coloured by my mind.

Mother and me

Mother introduces you to the nature.

लहान असतानाचे दिवस म्हणजे आईचे आणि आपले दिवस. आई म्हणत उठायचे आणि आई म्हणत झोपायचे. दिसेल ते सगळे आईलाच विचारायचे. आपल्याला नसते कुठे जायचे. तीच नेते कुठेकुठे. तीच देते करुन ओळख झाडा फुला पाखरांची .....निसर्गाची.

Art is to articulate

Throughout a day I go on thinking about a picture I am going to draw next. I do take out some time from my hospital duties . A doctor practicing in a village is at some advantage ! And can live two lives ,one for the science and the other for the art! As I have read somewhere art is to articulate. It connects people. Through this space I want to share my sketches,paintings, photographs and thoughts with you.your comments are most awaited.

moon and the night

moon is an answer to the night. रात्रीला उत्तर असते पौर्णिमेचे. चंद्राचा प्रकाश आहेच. गरज आहे चकोर चित्ताची.

music and me

sound which muses and amuses me in the journey of life.

हा बासरीचा सूर फार महत्वाचा आहे. फार महत्वाचा. हा सूर जिथे आहे तिथे माणसे आनंदात राहतात. घर परिसर छान ठेवतात. दारात रांगोळी काढतात आणि सुखाची हंडी फोडतात.

Life and the leaf !

Leaf tells us the story of life.
पोपटी हिरवे पान किती सहज अवतरते झाडावर! तसेच आपणही येतो या जगात. ऊन, वारा, पाऊस, रोजचे नवे नभाचे रंग अनुभवते ते पान. तसेच आपण.
पानातला चेहरा बघायला शिकणे म्हणजेच जगायला शिकणे.