It all started when I was a child of maybe three years of age and what I am narrating is one of my first memories of art...Hailing from a very well known,rich and powerful business family of Punjab, luxury was all but a necessity and money was nothing more than a means of squandering in unnecessary indulgences.My Grandfather was a man with a vision and assisted by two sons and two daughters, lived in this village in Punjab called Jalandhar where he ruled the state with an iron hand and from where he dispatched all his offsprings to the finest places in Europe to study but when they returned rural life was not what they could cope with so a place in Delhi was sought and we moved to Delhi to a house in GK 1.
One cold summer afternoon I was playing with my Grand dad when all hell broke lose.My Tayaji was being yelled at by my Bhua and Grannny as to how he had wasted money and picked up trash and come and blaming it on his lack of responsibility as he was unmarried...for the amount of money spent the family could have gone for a vacation to The Palace Hotel in Srinagar and come and I still remember my Tayaji explaining as to how the wall sized monstrous paintings he had bought were very pretty and how they would make the house look alive and nice and that everyone could still go for a vacation and come and that he hadn't put the company money to bad use.
There was a monstrous painting of a coconut tree with a round dot that looked like a sun,a girl selling flowers,a woman carrying fish, a chariot with funny looking entities and a woman playing the veena,one more jumble of entities and a blue something I still havent deciphered...
I was on my grandfathers shoulders at that time when he walked upto my granny to calm her down and explain to her that my Tayaji had come from America and art was a necessity in the homes there and that it was only money spent but this was India and we needed to bargain to get the right price as eventually it was just decoration.I sat on his shoulders, enjoying the chaos and clapping at my Tayaji who stood rather sheepishly realising that he had overpaid for his blunder while everyone seemingly calmed down with my grand dads intervention.The seven paintings found place in each of the bed rooms completely destroying the walls with their size while a large one landed up to cover the entire wall of the Drawing room...As a child I remember growing up seeing them in the rooms and playing around them and deciding that once I was old enough to read the name of the artist I would send him a letter saying that he was no good and should stop painting.That was my first judgement as an art critic...and the works were by Mr. MF Hussain and still adorn the walls of the house:)))
My first judgement had failed and the man started a new era for Indian art...
Monday, March 26, 2012
Gallery Silver Scapes
ENTRY TO THE ARTISTIC WORLD BY GALLERY SILVER SCAPES
B-217, CHITTARANJAN PARK
NEW DELHI-110019
PHN : 011 40550622
Art has always, naturally, reflected the development and exploration of different thoughts and perceptions and our current postmodern era is no different. It is interesting to see how art has evolved visually, yet the traditional methods of making art remain a valid means of expression. All it takes for an artist to raise from the normalcy is an inspiration which fuels his passion to paint beautiful creations throughout his life. The valuable expression of art is always there with us, but now this expression is yet to take interesting diversion with a new art gallery, Gallery Silver Scapes located on the Main Ring Road in Posh Chittaranjan Park.
Art is no longer considered just decorative but has evolved and come forth as a major form of investment yielding high rates of returns for its buyers. Silver Sand Productions pvt ltd. offers you its expertise in the field of art through its Gallery Silver Scapes doing up office spaces and homes with the correct pieces, both decorative and for investment purposes or acquiring genuine purchases as assets and collectible works. A good and extended relationship with most of the major renowned artists and a collection of its own over the years and the needed eye to pick the right upcoming artists and works ensures that we get it right for you.
Gallery Silver Scapes is an epitome of art that promises to bring to your collection the most promising works by established as well us upcoming artists. It is said that art is the most valuable treasure in this world, and what art expresses without speaking verbally, we can’t even express with the power of words, and such is the aura of art. It is true that nothing can capture the imagination of a person better than a 'work of art', making it an expression commonly used. It is said ‘that a thing of beauty is a joy forever' and Gallery Silver Scapes is a move towards bringing that joy to every individual, So enter into this powerful world of art and get to see the works of famous artists like Mf Husain, Bimal Das Gupta, MK Bardhan, Sudip Roy to many upcoming artists like Mohammed Shakeel, Ramesh Terdel, Gopal Samuntray and many more. The blend between artists whose work has been acknowledged all over the world to artists striving to get there, Gallery Silver Scapes brings to you all the original artworks as for them Art is respected and the most cherished.
The foremost responsibility of Gallery Silver Scapes is to ensure quality and to set and maintain standards of excellence and authenticity which is being lost in today’s art world. The aesthetic and educational purposes are not only defined in the aims and objectives of the Gallery Silver Scapes, but efforts are also being made so that they become implicit in its organization and pervade in all its activities.
Above all, the Silver Scapes helps people to look at the works of Modern Art and Bengal School...both Surrealistic and Abstract with greater joy, understanding and knowledge by extending their relationship with our daily life and experiencing them as vital expressions of the human spirit.
About the curators:-
Mrs. Manjula Badhwar Mayor:-
Grand Daughter of the very famous and controversial personality Dewan Saheb Jarmani Das, author of books like the Maharaja and Maharani and whose art collection can be seen in prominent museums all over the country and abroad, everybody around the art fraternity knows the contribution of the curator Mrs. Manjula Badhwar Mayor towards art.
A pass out of SKV Gwalior and Loreto Convent Calcutta, her contribution to the art world is incredible with her role being very instrumental in starting art at the very famous India Habitat Centre along with Mrs Rekha Modi and HUDCO in the eighties. She was walked into the art world by the legendary Indian artist Bimal Das Gupta and worked alongside famous artists like Mr Ramachandran, Mr Rameshwar Broota, Mr MK Bardhan, Mr M Sivanesan and many more, curating many of their shows, so much so that Mr. Bimal Das Gupta only used to sell through her in his last years and the authenticity of many of his late works can only be found with her.
Besides the list of the top artists then, she worked alongside many of the then upcoming artists like Sudip Roy, Paresh Maity, Subroto Kundu, Vinod Sharma, Mr Dhiraj Chaudhury and many more who today are the stalwarts of Indian art in her stint as the head and first curator of The Habiart Art Gallery.
Works commissioned by her can be found at the India Habitat Centre, Ranbaxy, Pepsi head office, Hotel Lalit, Bank of America and many more top collections both private and public.
Clearly motivated with the sole aim to promote art Mrs Manjula is the person responsible to bring the best of artworks to the Gallery. Her focus is to promote art by combining art & education, and encouraging new talent. She is one of those responsible citizens of India who has worked in India to uplift its required art treasure. She experienced the depth of Indian culture, art, aesthetics and values, and also how all of these are interwoven together and now is all set to get the most desired and valuable possessions of art to Gallery Silver Scapes. An art critic, cultural theorist, teacher, curator, and an author, Manjula Mayor has been passionately involved with the world of art for nearly three decades. She has an invaluable role in introducing & promoting emerging contemporary Indian artists.
B-217, CHITTARANJAN PARK
NEW DELHI-110019
PHN : 011 40550622
Art has always, naturally, reflected the development and exploration of different thoughts and perceptions and our current postmodern era is no different. It is interesting to see how art has evolved visually, yet the traditional methods of making art remain a valid means of expression. All it takes for an artist to raise from the normalcy is an inspiration which fuels his passion to paint beautiful creations throughout his life. The valuable expression of art is always there with us, but now this expression is yet to take interesting diversion with a new art gallery, Gallery Silver Scapes located on the Main Ring Road in Posh Chittaranjan Park.
Art is no longer considered just decorative but has evolved and come forth as a major form of investment yielding high rates of returns for its buyers. Silver Sand Productions pvt ltd. offers you its expertise in the field of art through its Gallery Silver Scapes doing up office spaces and homes with the correct pieces, both decorative and for investment purposes or acquiring genuine purchases as assets and collectible works. A good and extended relationship with most of the major renowned artists and a collection of its own over the years and the needed eye to pick the right upcoming artists and works ensures that we get it right for you.
Gallery Silver Scapes is an epitome of art that promises to bring to your collection the most promising works by established as well us upcoming artists. It is said that art is the most valuable treasure in this world, and what art expresses without speaking verbally, we can’t even express with the power of words, and such is the aura of art. It is true that nothing can capture the imagination of a person better than a 'work of art', making it an expression commonly used. It is said ‘that a thing of beauty is a joy forever' and Gallery Silver Scapes is a move towards bringing that joy to every individual, So enter into this powerful world of art and get to see the works of famous artists like Mf Husain, Bimal Das Gupta, MK Bardhan, Sudip Roy to many upcoming artists like Mohammed Shakeel, Ramesh Terdel, Gopal Samuntray and many more. The blend between artists whose work has been acknowledged all over the world to artists striving to get there, Gallery Silver Scapes brings to you all the original artworks as for them Art is respected and the most cherished.
The foremost responsibility of Gallery Silver Scapes is to ensure quality and to set and maintain standards of excellence and authenticity which is being lost in today’s art world. The aesthetic and educational purposes are not only defined in the aims and objectives of the Gallery Silver Scapes, but efforts are also being made so that they become implicit in its organization and pervade in all its activities.
Above all, the Silver Scapes helps people to look at the works of Modern Art and Bengal School...both Surrealistic and Abstract with greater joy, understanding and knowledge by extending their relationship with our daily life and experiencing them as vital expressions of the human spirit.
About the curators:-
Mrs. Manjula Badhwar Mayor:-
Grand Daughter of the very famous and controversial personality Dewan Saheb Jarmani Das, author of books like the Maharaja and Maharani and whose art collection can be seen in prominent museums all over the country and abroad, everybody around the art fraternity knows the contribution of the curator Mrs. Manjula Badhwar Mayor towards art.
A pass out of SKV Gwalior and Loreto Convent Calcutta, her contribution to the art world is incredible with her role being very instrumental in starting art at the very famous India Habitat Centre along with Mrs Rekha Modi and HUDCO in the eighties. She was walked into the art world by the legendary Indian artist Bimal Das Gupta and worked alongside famous artists like Mr Ramachandran, Mr Rameshwar Broota, Mr MK Bardhan, Mr M Sivanesan and many more, curating many of their shows, so much so that Mr. Bimal Das Gupta only used to sell through her in his last years and the authenticity of many of his late works can only be found with her.
Besides the list of the top artists then, she worked alongside many of the then upcoming artists like Sudip Roy, Paresh Maity, Subroto Kundu, Vinod Sharma, Mr Dhiraj Chaudhury and many more who today are the stalwarts of Indian art in her stint as the head and first curator of The Habiart Art Gallery.
Works commissioned by her can be found at the India Habitat Centre, Ranbaxy, Pepsi head office, Hotel Lalit, Bank of America and many more top collections both private and public.
Clearly motivated with the sole aim to promote art Mrs Manjula is the person responsible to bring the best of artworks to the Gallery. Her focus is to promote art by combining art & education, and encouraging new talent. She is one of those responsible citizens of India who has worked in India to uplift its required art treasure. She experienced the depth of Indian culture, art, aesthetics and values, and also how all of these are interwoven together and now is all set to get the most desired and valuable possessions of art to Gallery Silver Scapes. An art critic, cultural theorist, teacher, curator, and an author, Manjula Mayor has been passionately involved with the world of art for nearly three decades. She has an invaluable role in introducing & promoting emerging contemporary Indian artists.
Art n more....
Perceptions define a lot of the aspects of art but what defines Perceptions??
Today a spread of colours has taken the name of art...abstract art and the contours are finding their way out, as did Vincent van Gogh's art works during his living span. Art is losing its defned values and being taken over by a mafia led by business men with little or no knowledge of art and no interest in as much as learning. Artists like Bimal Das Gupta are edging out to the westernised and commercial value artists who find themselves lucky enough to be born with a Silver Spoon or a Gallery with funds to back them...The Art Mafia!!! Hmmm...i had always dreamt and idolised Al Capone with his swinging guns but an Art Mafia?? I grew up with the perception that a good art piece transported you to another place through the visions and the skill...the coordination between the artists wavering and insane mind and his nimble fingers that brought it to reality.I grew up with the perception that a thing of beauty was a joy for ever and what could be more beautiful than a man sharing his visions with us through a medium that would preserve it for centuries...
I grew up with art as the joing force between man and his inner self...a symbolic representation of ever lasting peace displayed through the madness of an artists mind.
A Salvador Dali who with his concepts and visions will still give any surrealistic artist a run for his money a half century later...a visionary with his own concepts and values of art.A Bimal Das Gupta who gave the world abstacts in water colours and is still awaiting his spoon of fame...who had ever heard of watercolours being spread like oils???A MK Bardhan and his pastels...replaced by who??
An artist today who paints colours with no defination and sells it to the unevolved collector and tells him he can perceive it to be anything he wants..hmmm!!!
But then evolution is a never stopping process and the maturity levels in todays buyers is growing and its only a matter of time....Time...Time is something that wipes out everything and only the rocks are left.Waiting for time to take its toll....
Today a spread of colours has taken the name of art...abstract art and the contours are finding their way out, as did Vincent van Gogh's art works during his living span. Art is losing its defned values and being taken over by a mafia led by business men with little or no knowledge of art and no interest in as much as learning. Artists like Bimal Das Gupta are edging out to the westernised and commercial value artists who find themselves lucky enough to be born with a Silver Spoon or a Gallery with funds to back them...The Art Mafia!!! Hmmm...i had always dreamt and idolised Al Capone with his swinging guns but an Art Mafia?? I grew up with the perception that a good art piece transported you to another place through the visions and the skill...the coordination between the artists wavering and insane mind and his nimble fingers that brought it to reality.I grew up with the perception that a thing of beauty was a joy for ever and what could be more beautiful than a man sharing his visions with us through a medium that would preserve it for centuries...
I grew up with art as the joing force between man and his inner self...a symbolic representation of ever lasting peace displayed through the madness of an artists mind.
A Salvador Dali who with his concepts and visions will still give any surrealistic artist a run for his money a half century later...a visionary with his own concepts and values of art.A Bimal Das Gupta who gave the world abstacts in water colours and is still awaiting his spoon of fame...who had ever heard of watercolours being spread like oils???A MK Bardhan and his pastels...replaced by who??
An artist today who paints colours with no defination and sells it to the unevolved collector and tells him he can perceive it to be anything he wants..hmmm!!!
But then evolution is a never stopping process and the maturity levels in todays buyers is growing and its only a matter of time....Time...Time is something that wipes out everything and only the rocks are left.Waiting for time to take its toll....
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Half past midnight and I got my twinkle toes and that urge to consume fire water...so what do I do???
When I was a little younger,dispersed as it is now,I had a mad group of friends...mad as mad can be...n then in that group was me...the only source of sanity binding the cuckoos nest!!!!
It was fine summers night...cold as hot can be and when the normal human being was sleeping in the comforts of their homes...I got the ITCHIES!!!!
ITCHIES(English : Insanity) is the insane urge to do crazy stuff without checking the repercussions.Modern science has shown that Itchies are a sign of greatness and happen only to people on the thin line. The nerves in the brain refuse to send signals to the balance of the body and adrenalin takes over.
PLUTO...the result of all ITCHIES and people suffering from them....the night club open till 6 AM.
I call my partner in crime...a certain Sonali Kanwar...the looniest of the loonies....ITCHY was her second name...always ready to drink!!!!!
Slumber got driven away just as i mentioned Pluto to her...n 01:00 I had made her jump over her gate(she used to get locked in) n we were headed to the king of good times...where the old monk was absolut'ely a sinner.....
The dreary drive through the ravines...oops streets of delhi and we hit what WAS the only respite...the road from JNU to PLUTO...the forest of Nottingham....with its greenery and all that came with it in Delhi.
Zipping on in the darkness not wanting to miss a second at the bats abode and racing a few more ITCHIES we start to cross the little bridge over a lil pond and as it was only possible fr one car at at time...the three or four cars of the convoy start the crossing...back to back with each other...n in the middle of the "pulliya" suddenly there is a CRASH BOOM GUSH GUSH......THE DARNED BRIDGE GAVE WAY AND WE FOUND OURSELVES MINUS A ROAD AND STRUGGLING IN SOMETHING LIKE WET QUICKSAND...SINKING IN!!!!!!
HUH :-O
The car refused to go forward or back and sank in two feet into the slush and water started gushing in...Sonali in her little black number in order to impress me started screaming....
OH LORD...if the predicament already wasnt enough!!!!
I dont know how..but within five minutes a crowd had collected around the catastrophe...I think Sonali's screaming had done the magic...
Now I had three problems...
1)We were slowly sinking into nothingness and why would the water be smelling funny???
2)I had a woman screaming next to me as loud as a siren as if i had taken all she had...eeew!!!!!!!
3)A cut throat crowd had collected around enjoying every moment of this free show!!
THANK YOU INDIA...for giving us MCD...HYSTERICAL WOMEN...A CROWD THAT WOULD RATHER AGGREVATE TO ENJOY THEMSELVES RATHER THAN HELP!!!!!!
Jeez...what was this.
I had the presence of mind to call the 100 number n then I got thinking as to what the next thing to do would be.......
I remembered my friend Pareekshit..the guy with a TATA ESTATE...the means to pull my car out!!!
01:30 AM call to the police!!!
01:32 AM call to Pareekshit!!!
01:35 AM Sonali decides that screaming now is not a requirement...takes off her shoes and wades across to dry land leaving me to my destiny!!!
01:51 AM Pareekshit arrives...a TATA INDIGO n a rubber tube??
Huh had he not understood what I had told him???
"BRO...I am in the heart of the city and sinking into the road which is now flooded with water..need you to get a long chain and your estate...The bridge has given way!!!"
Well on being Questioned...he told me that he didnt believe me and thought I was pulling a fast one...
HUH???
What was there not to believe...it was right in front of his eyes....
Well but a brave effort indeed we tried to pull out my OPEL with his INDIGO n a TYRE TUBE!!!!
RESULT:HIS CAR GOT DRAGGED IN AS WELL!!!
IT WAS ABSOLUTE PARTY TIME!!!
02:25 AM: THE POLICE FINALLY ARRIVES!!!!!!
I wade my way through the torrents to reach them and explain my sad state of affairs...n the fact that I have a girl with me n that I need help!!!
POLICEMAN 1: naam kya hai???
ID aur license hai??
POLICEMAN 2: ladki se rishta kya hai??
HUH??
POLICEMAN 1: Mujhe to gadbad lagti hai!!!
POLICEMAN 2: kahan jaa rahe the??
Here I was in a plight beyond doubt..n they were questioning me like a criminal!!!
VIVA DELHI POLICE!!!
Luckily for me Pareekshit is a well connected bloke n he flashed some contacts and immediately the cops were on a different tune!!!
Anyhow out of the darkness suddenly we saw lights...our neighbours in the mess were more sensible...they had called a TOW TRUCK!!!
It arrived and we all rushed to it...but again business is business!!!
The truck driver quoted 3 ctimes as much n we fools not knowing any better said yes...
One by one the cars were pulled out..a couple wouldnt start but German technology...mine started and we zoomed out from there after spending two hours in that shit n smelling like it...where do we head...PLUTO!!!
jeez two hours less of drinking time....
THE ITCHIES!!!
:-D
When I was a little younger,dispersed as it is now,I had a mad group of friends...mad as mad can be...n then in that group was me...the only source of sanity binding the cuckoos nest!!!!
It was fine summers night...cold as hot can be and when the normal human being was sleeping in the comforts of their homes...I got the ITCHIES!!!!
ITCHIES(English : Insanity) is the insane urge to do crazy stuff without checking the repercussions.Modern science has shown that Itchies are a sign of greatness and happen only to people on the thin line. The nerves in the brain refuse to send signals to the balance of the body and adrenalin takes over.
PLUTO...the result of all ITCHIES and people suffering from them....the night club open till 6 AM.
I call my partner in crime...a certain Sonali Kanwar...the looniest of the loonies....ITCHY was her second name...always ready to drink!!!!!
Slumber got driven away just as i mentioned Pluto to her...n 01:00 I had made her jump over her gate(she used to get locked in) n we were headed to the king of good times...where the old monk was absolut'ely a sinner.....
The dreary drive through the ravines...oops streets of delhi and we hit what WAS the only respite...the road from JNU to PLUTO...the forest of Nottingham....with its greenery and all that came with it in Delhi.
Zipping on in the darkness not wanting to miss a second at the bats abode and racing a few more ITCHIES we start to cross the little bridge over a lil pond and as it was only possible fr one car at at time...the three or four cars of the convoy start the crossing...back to back with each other...n in the middle of the "pulliya" suddenly there is a CRASH BOOM GUSH GUSH......THE DARNED BRIDGE GAVE WAY AND WE FOUND OURSELVES MINUS A ROAD AND STRUGGLING IN SOMETHING LIKE WET QUICKSAND...SINKING IN!!!!!!
HUH :-O
The car refused to go forward or back and sank in two feet into the slush and water started gushing in...Sonali in her little black number in order to impress me started screaming....
OH LORD...if the predicament already wasnt enough!!!!
I dont know how..but within five minutes a crowd had collected around the catastrophe...I think Sonali's screaming had done the magic...
Now I had three problems...
1)We were slowly sinking into nothingness and why would the water be smelling funny???
2)I had a woman screaming next to me as loud as a siren as if i had taken all she had...eeew!!!!!!!
3)A cut throat crowd had collected around enjoying every moment of this free show!!
THANK YOU INDIA...for giving us MCD...HYSTERICAL WOMEN...A CROWD THAT WOULD RATHER AGGREVATE TO ENJOY THEMSELVES RATHER THAN HELP!!!!!!
Jeez...what was this.
I had the presence of mind to call the 100 number n then I got thinking as to what the next thing to do would be.......
I remembered my friend Pareekshit..the guy with a TATA ESTATE...the means to pull my car out!!!
01:30 AM call to the police!!!
01:32 AM call to Pareekshit!!!
01:35 AM Sonali decides that screaming now is not a requirement...takes off her shoes and wades across to dry land leaving me to my destiny!!!
01:51 AM Pareekshit arrives...a TATA INDIGO n a rubber tube??
Huh had he not understood what I had told him???
"BRO...I am in the heart of the city and sinking into the road which is now flooded with water..need you to get a long chain and your estate...The bridge has given way!!!"
Well on being Questioned...he told me that he didnt believe me and thought I was pulling a fast one...
HUH???
What was there not to believe...it was right in front of his eyes....
Well but a brave effort indeed we tried to pull out my OPEL with his INDIGO n a TYRE TUBE!!!!
RESULT:HIS CAR GOT DRAGGED IN AS WELL!!!
IT WAS ABSOLUTE PARTY TIME!!!
02:25 AM: THE POLICE FINALLY ARRIVES!!!!!!
I wade my way through the torrents to reach them and explain my sad state of affairs...n the fact that I have a girl with me n that I need help!!!
POLICEMAN 1: naam kya hai???
ID aur license hai??
POLICEMAN 2: ladki se rishta kya hai??
HUH??
POLICEMAN 1: Mujhe to gadbad lagti hai!!!
POLICEMAN 2: kahan jaa rahe the??
Here I was in a plight beyond doubt..n they were questioning me like a criminal!!!
VIVA DELHI POLICE!!!
Luckily for me Pareekshit is a well connected bloke n he flashed some contacts and immediately the cops were on a different tune!!!
Anyhow out of the darkness suddenly we saw lights...our neighbours in the mess were more sensible...they had called a TOW TRUCK!!!
It arrived and we all rushed to it...but again business is business!!!
The truck driver quoted 3 ctimes as much n we fools not knowing any better said yes...
One by one the cars were pulled out..a couple wouldnt start but German technology...mine started and we zoomed out from there after spending two hours in that shit n smelling like it...where do we head...PLUTO!!!
jeez two hours less of drinking time....
THE ITCHIES!!!
:-D
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
“When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain”
“The essential is to excite the spectators. If that means playing Hamlet on a flying trapeze or in an aquarium, you do it.”
My prince of Denmarks tale happened in the aquarium!!!!!
Seafood has always been my favourite in the food chain as has been keeping little tropical fish in an aquarium...a strange combination but thats what strange men are made of...moderations...huh??
An angler in its truest sense I as much enjoyed fishing for survival as I do taking care of what my mother believed was a little water world in our abode...something that made our house feel closer to a greater geographic entity where man was still not the top of the food chain.
A little tropical world which consisted of Guppies,Gouramis,Tetras and Sword tails...A collectors treat and an onlookers paradise...It was her daily routine to sit and look at these coloured lil beauties and be taken to a different unexplored world where she believed she was the fairy god mother!!!
She would dilligently feed them and clean the aquarium everyday and they all had names!!!!!
My love for the aquatic fauna grew from there and it actually began to haunt me everytime a fish was served in my platter...not that it stopped me ever from eating it but the thought always crossed my mind before i devoured it with a vengeance!!!
Well enough of talking about aquariums!!!
Time to get to the real thing!!!!
We had once gone to our farm in the tarai's of Uttar Pradesh...the banks of the ganges spotted with its numerous little distributaries and lakes..and what do we do...decide to go angling!!!
I had never before even heard the word and related it to catching fish with a rod!!!
There was my cousin...a year older than me...n me!!
Arjun...the cool dude who had just moved back from the states with his cool fishing gear....A Cabelas Fish Eagle...n all the cool baits in the world..spinners..bobs n spoons...n me with no knowledge of anything at all....how the hell do yu catch fish???
I only knew that yu had a line n a hook n you put bait on it...so what do i do??
I end up in the market place buying myself a hook n line that costed me 15 rupees all together to compete with his...whateva!!!!
I had some ham left from the ham sandwich packed for us and that was going to be my bait!!!
Watch out little fishies....you are going to be dinner!!!!
Any how...we landed up at this tank where the fish were supposed to be a plenty...and the rivalry enormous!!!
American rod vs Indian line!!!
We both found spots close to each other and let go our wares...Arjun's bobber vs Vikrams stick!!!
Kinky..aint it ;-)
The sandwiches got over as did my bait but not a single fish!!!
Then Arjun caught one...a 6" beauty!!!
I could have died drowning myself in shame :-(
How could he win??
I decided to change my spot!!!!
The ham had run out n so were my hopes!!!
A local villager sitting next to me in my new spot and catching away to glory....he had atleast fifteen fish with him...6" n more!!!
God knows what fish they were but looked like eels!!!
“A competent and self-confident person is incapable of jealousy in anything. Jealousy is invariably a symptom of neurotic insecurity.”
N neurotic i was at that time...ping..the devils mind!!!
I walked upto our village bloke there and bought the damn fish off him!!!
he had them in a bucket...i even paid for that to see those beauties swim around in it!!!
Two weeks pocket money gone...I walked up to Arjun with my catch n the look on his face was worth every penny spent...15 funny fish vs 1 measly 6" lil sole he had caught.
They were my prize!!!!
He threw his rod and marched off.
Me marching behind with a bucket full of eely fish...thats what i called them!!!
They travelled back to Delhi with me...my victory over the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!!!
INDIA ROCKS.....
Mom had decided to stay back with my granny n dad n me came back...I was the "pirate" king of the aqua marine...
My 15 beauties...I had to preserve them for as long as i lived to boast my victory!!
My pets...I put them into the Aquarium...they enjoyed the freedom from the bucket to the tropical paradise they found themselves in!!!
I slept with content like never before.....
Arose the next morning with the deep desire to see my babies...hail n hearty n looking gorgeous...
Oooops...why were they the only fish in the aquarium????
What had happened to solomon n sheba n dasho n all of my moms beauties????
I was a dead man...survival of the fittest...food chain...my monsters had eaten my moms angels for breakfast...the same way i would be for dinner by my mom!!!!
I have never seen her so angry and upset together in all my life!!!
Hamlet in the Aquarium...the fish were removed and given to the servants for dinner!!
Hamlet had avenged in a manner even Shakespeare wouldnt have imagined...served as dinner for the servants...huh???
Well the Aquarium was locked up after that as was i in my room for many a week!!!
But my heart still swelled as i thought of the look on Arjuns face...he never knew...n he still doesnt!!!!
Well now he will
;-)
My prince of Denmarks tale happened in the aquarium!!!!!
Seafood has always been my favourite in the food chain as has been keeping little tropical fish in an aquarium...a strange combination but thats what strange men are made of...moderations...huh??
An angler in its truest sense I as much enjoyed fishing for survival as I do taking care of what my mother believed was a little water world in our abode...something that made our house feel closer to a greater geographic entity where man was still not the top of the food chain.
A little tropical world which consisted of Guppies,Gouramis,Tetras and Sword tails...A collectors treat and an onlookers paradise...It was her daily routine to sit and look at these coloured lil beauties and be taken to a different unexplored world where she believed she was the fairy god mother!!!
She would dilligently feed them and clean the aquarium everyday and they all had names!!!!!
My love for the aquatic fauna grew from there and it actually began to haunt me everytime a fish was served in my platter...not that it stopped me ever from eating it but the thought always crossed my mind before i devoured it with a vengeance!!!
Well enough of talking about aquariums!!!
Time to get to the real thing!!!!
We had once gone to our farm in the tarai's of Uttar Pradesh...the banks of the ganges spotted with its numerous little distributaries and lakes..and what do we do...decide to go angling!!!
I had never before even heard the word and related it to catching fish with a rod!!!
There was my cousin...a year older than me...n me!!
Arjun...the cool dude who had just moved back from the states with his cool fishing gear....A Cabelas Fish Eagle...n all the cool baits in the world..spinners..bobs n spoons...n me with no knowledge of anything at all....how the hell do yu catch fish???
I only knew that yu had a line n a hook n you put bait on it...so what do i do??
I end up in the market place buying myself a hook n line that costed me 15 rupees all together to compete with his...whateva!!!!
I had some ham left from the ham sandwich packed for us and that was going to be my bait!!!
Watch out little fishies....you are going to be dinner!!!!
Any how...we landed up at this tank where the fish were supposed to be a plenty...and the rivalry enormous!!!
American rod vs Indian line!!!
We both found spots close to each other and let go our wares...Arjun's bobber vs Vikrams stick!!!
Kinky..aint it ;-)
The sandwiches got over as did my bait but not a single fish!!!
Then Arjun caught one...a 6" beauty!!!
I could have died drowning myself in shame :-(
How could he win??
I decided to change my spot!!!!
The ham had run out n so were my hopes!!!
A local villager sitting next to me in my new spot and catching away to glory....he had atleast fifteen fish with him...6" n more!!!
God knows what fish they were but looked like eels!!!
“A competent and self-confident person is incapable of jealousy in anything. Jealousy is invariably a symptom of neurotic insecurity.”
N neurotic i was at that time...ping..the devils mind!!!
I walked upto our village bloke there and bought the damn fish off him!!!
he had them in a bucket...i even paid for that to see those beauties swim around in it!!!
Two weeks pocket money gone...I walked up to Arjun with my catch n the look on his face was worth every penny spent...15 funny fish vs 1 measly 6" lil sole he had caught.
They were my prize!!!!
He threw his rod and marched off.
Me marching behind with a bucket full of eely fish...thats what i called them!!!
They travelled back to Delhi with me...my victory over the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!!!
INDIA ROCKS.....
Mom had decided to stay back with my granny n dad n me came back...I was the "pirate" king of the aqua marine...
My 15 beauties...I had to preserve them for as long as i lived to boast my victory!!
My pets...I put them into the Aquarium...they enjoyed the freedom from the bucket to the tropical paradise they found themselves in!!!
I slept with content like never before.....
Arose the next morning with the deep desire to see my babies...hail n hearty n looking gorgeous...
Oooops...why were they the only fish in the aquarium????
What had happened to solomon n sheba n dasho n all of my moms beauties????
I was a dead man...survival of the fittest...food chain...my monsters had eaten my moms angels for breakfast...the same way i would be for dinner by my mom!!!!
I have never seen her so angry and upset together in all my life!!!
Hamlet in the Aquarium...the fish were removed and given to the servants for dinner!!
Hamlet had avenged in a manner even Shakespeare wouldnt have imagined...served as dinner for the servants...huh???
Well the Aquarium was locked up after that as was i in my room for many a week!!!
But my heart still swelled as i thought of the look on Arjuns face...he never knew...n he still doesnt!!!!
Well now he will
;-)
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
MEMORIES
I drains my glass and slowly look around.
How many more drinks till the memories drown?
A pirate I knew beyond any compare.
A man and a sailor who would dare.
A PIRATE KING WITHOUT A FROWN,
Anand the Invincible would wear the crown!!!!!
People come and people go leaving an impact on your life...some positive and some negative.
With Anand there is nothing i can think of which would be negative...full of energy...willing to help...always laughing...a true friend...a sailor by profession and a sailor by heart!!!!
I had the pleasure of having him as a batchmate in our pirate training and as well as sailing with him on a ship which was the Santa Maria of the Indian fleet...the largest ever to sail on the Indian fleet!!!
But like all good things come to an end so did our friendship and not because I welshed or cheated but because he did.
A rough sea..a morning round on deck...a 60 feet wave...the ship under water rising back......
ANAND WE WISH YOU PEACE IN YOUR WATERY GRAVE!!!!
YOU WERE TOO NICE A PERSON FOR THIS WORLDLY WAY!!!!
How many more drinks till the memories drown?
A pirate I knew beyond any compare.
A man and a sailor who would dare.
A PIRATE KING WITHOUT A FROWN,
Anand the Invincible would wear the crown!!!!!
People come and people go leaving an impact on your life...some positive and some negative.
With Anand there is nothing i can think of which would be negative...full of energy...willing to help...always laughing...a true friend...a sailor by profession and a sailor by heart!!!!
I had the pleasure of having him as a batchmate in our pirate training and as well as sailing with him on a ship which was the Santa Maria of the Indian fleet...the largest ever to sail on the Indian fleet!!!
But like all good things come to an end so did our friendship and not because I welshed or cheated but because he did.
A rough sea..a morning round on deck...a 60 feet wave...the ship under water rising back......
ANAND WE WISH YOU PEACE IN YOUR WATERY GRAVE!!!!
YOU WERE TOO NICE A PERSON FOR THIS WORLDLY WAY!!!!
Monday, June 21, 2010
“An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools.”
LADY ASTOR : Sir, if you were my husband, I would poison your drink.
WINSTON CHURCHILL : Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it.
I guess that would be diplomacy at its utmost best.
A man strong enough to rule a country of alcoholics willing to drink poison if a certain member of his parliament offered it to him...not to forget,IN A DRINK!!!
THEN WHO IN HEAVENS GRACE WAS I??
I was all of 17 years old and a true sailor...a man who would drink a bottle to prove his manhood n swagger back home with an arm full of women(PROVE HIS MANHOOD...HUH???)
OR SO I THOUGHT!!!
BUT A FOOL AND HIS THOUGHTS SOON PART AND THE FOOL MUST DEPART!!!
WHATEVER!!!!!!
I had just moved from Delhi to Mumbai...oops Bombay...and was training with a bunch of cut throat wannabe pirates waiting for their oppurtunity to rule the seas!!!
SID THE BRAINDEAD
OZZY THE WOOZY
MANDEEP THE SERPENT
JAI THE SNAKE CHARMER
ALEX THE EASY
SANDEEP THE PIMP
ANAND THE INVINCIBLE
The list is endless but i chose to cease there as this was the group involved in this particular episode!!!
There can be only one king in a jungle and one jungle which is truly a jungle...we had our groups and rivalries...
Brazil vs Argentina Finale...if you may!!!
Delhi vs Bombay and an evenly matched set of teams with its defences up and ready for that one oppurtunity to show their offence!!!
One such argument...resulting in a wager!!!
Manhood to be proven...
A BOTTLE OF OLD MONK IN THIRTY MINUTES AND NO ADDITIVES ALLOWED!!!!!!
The winner takes it all...the loser standing small!!
In all the clucks a cough can be mistaken as a growl and thats just what happened!!!!
The crowd backed out...bets started being laid...murmurs rose to uproars...n here was i in the absolute midst of it without a clue of the trouble i had coughed myself into!!!
A cough ( pronunciation (help·info) Latin: tussis) is a sudden and often repetitively occurring reflex which helps to clear the large breathing passages from secretions, irritants, foreign particles and microbes. The cough reflex consists of three phases: an inhalation, a forced exhalation against a closed glottis, and a violent release of air from the lungs following opening of the glottis, usually accompanied by a distinctive sound.[1] Coughing can happen voluntarily as well as INVOLUNTARILY.
Frequent coughing usually indicates the presence of a disease
Did anyone not figure the involuntarily part?????
But it was too late now!!!
THE DELHI BOYS STOOD TALL WHILST THE BOMBAIYAS(MIGHT AS WELL HAVE BEEN PAPAYAS) HUDDLED UP AMIDST THEIR MURMURS!!!
ARGENTINA HAD A PENALTY KICK...
Four quarters of OLD MONK in front of me.
I had been fooled already!!!
My never have drunk before self didnt realise that a bottle is 750 ml whilst a guarter 250 ml...i had been fooled into drinking 33% extra...viva bombay!!
MARKETTING STRATEGY...BUY 3 GET ONE FREE!!!
YO HO HO AND A BOTTLE OF RUM
A TREASURE TO BE FOUND ON TREASURE ISLAND!!!!
First cask opened...three seconds in my mouth and into my blood stream!!!!
My first taste of poison!!!
THIS WAS EASY...LIKE DRINKING WATER!!!
Three more and i was onto holiness guided by the wise old monk himself!!!
Second cask...it went down like a hot knife in soft butter!!!
the huddling happened...murmurs happened...the wagers happened...n THE OLD MONK HAPPENED!!!!
:(
#3 happened...n the involuntary coughing again...n i was feeling the saintliness already!!!
guided through travines tottering n falling i picked up the last n opened n put it on my mouth n that was it!!!!!!!!!
more came out than what went in and it would not think of stopping!!!!
the first time i threw up on the wise old monk!!!
i was put under the shower in the common bathroom n i was wishing all my frenz n well wishers a happy holi!!
200 rupees to turn back 7 months!!!
wow!!!!
I was put to bed and got to know exactly how dizzy the spinning earth might feel!!!!
TWO WHOLE DAYS THE WORLD SPUN AROUND FOR ME!!!!
i was living the life of a top...spinning my way to the loo n back!!!
THE PIMP told the authorities but that is another story...
For now I was the king :)
the daring idiot who had finished a bottle and a lil more n still lost the wager!!!
IDIOCRACIES OF THE WAVERING MIND
HA HA!!!!
WINSTON CHURCHILL : Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it.
I guess that would be diplomacy at its utmost best.
A man strong enough to rule a country of alcoholics willing to drink poison if a certain member of his parliament offered it to him...not to forget,IN A DRINK!!!
THEN WHO IN HEAVENS GRACE WAS I??
I was all of 17 years old and a true sailor...a man who would drink a bottle to prove his manhood n swagger back home with an arm full of women(PROVE HIS MANHOOD...HUH???)
OR SO I THOUGHT!!!
BUT A FOOL AND HIS THOUGHTS SOON PART AND THE FOOL MUST DEPART!!!
WHATEVER!!!!!!
I had just moved from Delhi to Mumbai...oops Bombay...and was training with a bunch of cut throat wannabe pirates waiting for their oppurtunity to rule the seas!!!
SID THE BRAINDEAD
OZZY THE WOOZY
MANDEEP THE SERPENT
JAI THE SNAKE CHARMER
ALEX THE EASY
SANDEEP THE PIMP
ANAND THE INVINCIBLE
The list is endless but i chose to cease there as this was the group involved in this particular episode!!!
There can be only one king in a jungle and one jungle which is truly a jungle...we had our groups and rivalries...
Brazil vs Argentina Finale...if you may!!!
Delhi vs Bombay and an evenly matched set of teams with its defences up and ready for that one oppurtunity to show their offence!!!
One such argument...resulting in a wager!!!
Manhood to be proven...
A BOTTLE OF OLD MONK IN THIRTY MINUTES AND NO ADDITIVES ALLOWED!!!!!!
The winner takes it all...the loser standing small!!
In all the clucks a cough can be mistaken as a growl and thats just what happened!!!!
The crowd backed out...bets started being laid...murmurs rose to uproars...n here was i in the absolute midst of it without a clue of the trouble i had coughed myself into!!!
A cough ( pronunciation (help·info) Latin: tussis) is a sudden and often repetitively occurring reflex which helps to clear the large breathing passages from secretions, irritants, foreign particles and microbes. The cough reflex consists of three phases: an inhalation, a forced exhalation against a closed glottis, and a violent release of air from the lungs following opening of the glottis, usually accompanied by a distinctive sound.[1] Coughing can happen voluntarily as well as INVOLUNTARILY.
Frequent coughing usually indicates the presence of a disease
Did anyone not figure the involuntarily part?????
But it was too late now!!!
THE DELHI BOYS STOOD TALL WHILST THE BOMBAIYAS(MIGHT AS WELL HAVE BEEN PAPAYAS) HUDDLED UP AMIDST THEIR MURMURS!!!
ARGENTINA HAD A PENALTY KICK...
Four quarters of OLD MONK in front of me.
I had been fooled already!!!
My never have drunk before self didnt realise that a bottle is 750 ml whilst a guarter 250 ml...i had been fooled into drinking 33% extra...viva bombay!!
MARKETTING STRATEGY...BUY 3 GET ONE FREE!!!
YO HO HO AND A BOTTLE OF RUM
A TREASURE TO BE FOUND ON TREASURE ISLAND!!!!
First cask opened...three seconds in my mouth and into my blood stream!!!!
My first taste of poison!!!
THIS WAS EASY...LIKE DRINKING WATER!!!
Three more and i was onto holiness guided by the wise old monk himself!!!
Second cask...it went down like a hot knife in soft butter!!!
the huddling happened...murmurs happened...the wagers happened...n THE OLD MONK HAPPENED!!!!
:(
#3 happened...n the involuntary coughing again...n i was feeling the saintliness already!!!
guided through travines tottering n falling i picked up the last n opened n put it on my mouth n that was it!!!!!!!!!
more came out than what went in and it would not think of stopping!!!!
the first time i threw up on the wise old monk!!!
i was put under the shower in the common bathroom n i was wishing all my frenz n well wishers a happy holi!!
200 rupees to turn back 7 months!!!
wow!!!!
I was put to bed and got to know exactly how dizzy the spinning earth might feel!!!!
TWO WHOLE DAYS THE WORLD SPUN AROUND FOR ME!!!!
i was living the life of a top...spinning my way to the loo n back!!!
THE PIMP told the authorities but that is another story...
For now I was the king :)
the daring idiot who had finished a bottle and a lil more n still lost the wager!!!
IDIOCRACIES OF THE WAVERING MIND
HA HA!!!!
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