My Masterpieeece.... :p

 That's my Li'l Turtle....

 Ammm my li'l turtle has been playing in the mud in search of the tiny twig he's holding in his mouth... That should explain the muddy feet contrasting it's fair face :D

I have been sketching for a few years now but with pencil only... I donno why but I've always liked my creations black and white.... This is my first try with colours; oil colours.... Hope it's a good try....

Reading "The Alchemist"....

The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho has become another jewel  in my collection of books.. It is a story of a shepherd boy Santiago, who dreams of travelling the world in search of a treasure but he doesn't even know what he's looking for...
On his journey he finds a mysterious man who narrates a story to him..
"A shopkeeper sent his son to learn the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived....... The wise man conversed with everyone and the lad had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man's attention. the wise man listened attentively to the boy's explanation, of why he had come, but told him that he didn't have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. he suggested that the boy look around the palace and return in two hours.'Meanwhile, I want to ask you to do something', said the wise man handing the boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil. 'As you wander around, carry the spoon with you without letting the oil to spill'.
The boy began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. After two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man was.
'Well,' asked the wise man, 'did you see the Persian Tapestries that are hanging in my dining hall? Did you see the garden that it took the master gardener ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library? ' The boy was embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing. His only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him. 'Then go back and observe the marvels of my world,' said the wise man....
Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and resumed his exploration of the palace, this time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls.... Upon returning to the wise man, he related in detail everything he had seen.
'But where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?' asked the wise man.
Looking at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone.
'Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you' said the wisest of the wise man. 'The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.'"


This story has many lessons and many meanings depending on how one interprets it. It can mean that one can only be happy if he enjoys and relishes the marvels of the world while keeping in mind his spiritual purpose, or that one can find happiness only if takes in fully the worldly delicacies and work towards his earthly goals and never forgetting his moral values. For every human being the 'drops of oil' can mean different things, a man can think of them as his family, his wife and children, his parents, it can symbolize a persons career, his business goals, athletic goals, human welfare goals, and numerous other priorities that a person might have.... 

Fascinated... :)

 I've been fascinated by fairies and dragons lately... Been searching all over the internet and in books for pics of fairies and dragons, found these and sketche them... :) and here check out my sketch of my favourite Hogwarts Castle...

Feel Lucky...

Somebody Somewhere once said:
Work as if you have no need of the money...
Love as if you have never been hurt before...
Dance as if no one is watching...
Sing as if no one is hearing...
And Live
as if the paradise were on earth..


You can get tonnes of lessons from these few lines if you are only ready to open up your mind and think...
is it necessary to always think what we are expected to...
if the entire world says that the earth is a horrible place to live in, you need not feel the same, love the world you live in.... feel lucky for what you have because many in this world might not even have that...

Graffiti

Graffiti. What is graffiti? It is basically writing or drawings scribbled, scratched, or sprayed illicitly on a wall or other surface in a public place. It is a crime, because it is done without permission from the owners. But in many countries many different styles of graffiti have evolved. Nowadays graffiti ranges from simple written words to elaborate wall paintings. Honestly speaking graffiti is one of the rapidly spreading and evolving form of ART. The history of graffiti is quite controversial, it has existed since ancient times, with examples dating back to ancient roman and greek civilizations. In those days graffiti was done on walls as advertisements, whether positive or negative it is difficult to say. Noww.. Coming back to the modern world, and leaving its negativities behind, about it being illegal, graffiti styles are very unique and beautiful. In my opinion if this form of art is given a legal platform, it will become quite successful.. I have been trying out various of its fonts (on paper though, am not intending to doing something illegal)... here I've shared some of them..

Drew these last year from Jon Gnagy's Lessons... :) 

Read something quite beautiful today, so I thought why not share…

Was reading Chicken Soup for Soul (for those who don’t know, it’s a book, written by Jack Canfield and Mark Hansen) and read this very thoughtful paragraph.

Patty Hansen narrates,

Two seeds lay side by side in the fertile spring soil. The first seed said, "I want to grow! I want to send my roots deep into the soil beneath me, and thrust my sprouts through the earth's crust above me.... I want to unfurl my tender buds like banners to announce the arrival of spring... I want to feel the warmth of the sun on my face and the blessing of the morning dew on my petals!" And so she grew.

The second seed said, "I am afraid. If I send my roots into the ground below, I don't know what I will encounter in the dark. If I push my way through the hard soil above me I may damage my delicate sprouts ... what if I let my buds open and a snail tries to eat them? And if I were to open my blossoms, a small child may pull me from the ground. No, it is much better for me to wait until it is safe."

And so she waited.

A yard hen scratching around in the early spring ground for food found the waiting seed and promptly ate it.

MORAL OF THE STORY

Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life.

Most of us who read this will definitely see a reflection of their own thoughts in it. Because we have to admit that we all fear to take risks, to try out something new, to carry out our ideas, to be who we are, what we do, to speak up, to live… It’s not always necessary to follow the world, sometimes it’s better to just be yourself, stand out unique in a crowd, to lead… Then why don’t we, because we fear to take risks, to spread out our branches. Isn’t it much better to take risks and be satisfied that atleast we tried, gave our best effort, so what if we didn’t succeed, so what if we didnt get what we desired, atleast we gave it a shot… 40 years from today when we look back at our lives, our childhood, our youth, we should smile and say, “What an adventurous life”… J or would it be better if we look back and think, that’s another soul swallowed up by life… 

Take risks, live life...   

What to write...

I've had my semester finals recently (about a month ago) and were rewarded with a semester break of 15 days. Our semester breaks do come as a reward, because during the semester we hardly get time to even check out our reflections in the mirrors... Sooo, spend the first few days of the "reward" deciding how to spend the days, how to best utilize them, set up a huge pile of new, unread novels in one corner of the bedroom, took out my easel and paintbrushes, enlisted some awesome new recipes to try out... After the entire planning was done, realized that only two days of the "reward" were left.... Now what... stacked the novels back on the bookshelf and shoved the easel and paintbrushes back in the cupboard.. The semester break gone by, came back to the university with a heavy heart... New semester, new teachers, new courses, and many many new faces... Every new semester definetly comes with new responsibilities and expectations, new teaching styles, new ideas and new initiatives from the teachers... First lecture, and our teacher asks us whether we write something, or when was the last time we wrote, the answer was 'no', so we were handed over a new task of writing something, a blog, a column or anything for that matter... Started thinking when was the last time i ever wrote. hmmm yeah wrote an essay for my 8th grade creative writing competition... I can write, of course i can.. That's going to be a piece of cake, m gonna go home and start writing right away... 2 weeks gone by, guess it wasn't that easy... Am still thinking WHAT TO WRITE.....