"I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free."
Michelangelo
Welcome! This blog is about my random thoughts, colourful pictures and paintings, some of my pencil drawings, reflections on things I feel strongly about and my experiences as I journey through life. Hope you enjoy it. Feel free to add your comments and suggestions, but please refrain from spam, racist or uncomfortable comments. Thanks for visiting!

Sunday, 14 August 2016

Happy Independence day!!!


70 years ago, in 1947 India became free from British colonialism.



Celebrate with me the Indian Independence day!!!! 



Monday, 8 August 2016

A poem and a painting!


The breeze at dawn
Has secrets to tell you
Don’t go back to sleep

You must ask
For what you really want
Don’t go back to sleep

People are going back and forth
Across the door sill
Where the two worlds touch

The door is round and open
Don’t go back to sleep 

Rumi, 13th century Persian poet


Excellence is an art won by training and habituation. We do not act rightly because we have virtue or excellence, but we rather have those because we have acted rightly. We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit.

- Aristotle


And now, a Bob Ross painting! Remember, there are no mistakes, only happy little accidents!!!


Bob Ross - Autumn Glory


Friday, 1 January 2016

Happy New Year!!!


To all my friends in blogland

May the new year bring in joy, happiness and love!
May your dreams be everlasting and all your hopes fulfilled!



Happy New Year Everyone!!



Wednesday, 16 December 2015

Everlasting love

Although I have read poems by Rabindranath Tagore, I have never read any of his love poems.

Here is a love poem by Tagore I came across a few days before that moved me deeply.

Unending Love (Anant Prem)

- Rabindranath Tagore, Translated by William Radice

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times,
In life after life, in age after age forever.
My spell-bound heart has made and re-made the necklace of songs
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms
In life after life, in age after age forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together,
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount
At the heart of time love of one for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell –
Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you,
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life,
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

Monday, 6 April 2015

My First Watercolor


Here is my first watercolor.

Thanks to all the artists who post countless videos for free!!!