Monday, August 22, 2016

Slienced

When they have knowledge, they know.
When they know, they understand.
Then they rise up, they speak.
And then they are slienced - 
Forever.

Oil pastel, 2008
 

Thursday, August 18, 2016

A dance

The morning air spreads its fresh smell.
We must get up and take that in,
The air that lets us live.
Breathe before it's gone.

Dance, when you are broken open.
Dance, if you have torn the bondage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you are perfectly free.

- Rumi 


Sunday, August 14, 2016

The Farmer's wife

When the harvest is over, and the threshing is done, the rice grains need to be filtered by the autumn wind to separate the dust and other particles. The golden autumn evenings are thus ever busy for the farmer's wife.


watercolor

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

The Farmers

They are anchors of the civilization. The first ones to settle down from the wild. They are the son of the soil. The poet Jasimuddin had written a wonderful song about them. One of my favourites.

"O Bajan Chal Jai Chal mathe Langol baite"


 
O father come let us go
To the field to plough
Place the ploughs on oxen shoulders and
Push, push, push.

We who bring out food
From the depth of the earth
We who provide food for the whole world
Why can't we eat can any one tell us?

My wife has hanged herself
She could no longer bear hunger,
Now I plough deep into soil
In the hope of seeing her again.

We plough the fields
Our bosom is always flayed
But from the fields we get harvest
None from the sacrred bosom.

We shall plough no more for rice But to see how far it is to graves.

Translated by: Hasna Jasimuddin Moudud
(Word and music by Jasim Uddin, Sung by Abbasuddin, record available at Calcutta (Kolkata))

source: http://sos-arsenic.net/lovingbengal/jasi-poems.html#1.2.5

Sunday, August 7, 2016

School days - Learning water color 2

A yellow sky! Only the imagination of a schoolboy would have made this possible. But after a certain age those imaginations come back again. They seem real again. I still remember the day I painted this, with my new set of water colors, on a late autumn evening, when the golden sun rays were sipping in through the tall trees on the veranda where I sat. May be that golden hue made my sky yellow :D