VIBGYOR

Finally some thoughts

If I have been silent for a few days, it was only because a few things at work and at life kept me occupied.

Since mid of April, I have managed the following....

• finished 3 books based in 3 different countries (White Tiger, An Artist of the Floating World, Garlic and Sapphires and am half way through the fourth one (one I have blogged about, the two others I wanted to write about but found that Parmanu had stolen his book back, I have just repicked up the fourth one about the coffee)
• finished a part of the painting and hung it up in the kitchen wall... the part I painted it looks like a patchwork quilt but I am inspired by the contemporary art exhibition I visited last weekend to put up strange concepts even if the painting does not look professional enough (yes, there is a pending post on that too as soon as I get the pictures out of Parmanu's camera)
• hosted brunch for 50 people
• set up a group for weinfest visit in the Pflaz on May 2-nd
• had people over for dinner last weekend

and finally, I ate like crazy and gained 4 kilos and I am not joking here. Whatever seems to happen I cannot seem to stop eating. Now I am sitting on the chair after a light dinner of chocolate milk and fruit after which I felt hungry and so had a heavy dinner of chicken curry, rice and pickle - there went all my resolutions not to eat!

 To finish off, let me reply to Nancy's tag before she gives up on me. I have to write about something that comes to my mind with numbers one to 10.

• 1 - 1 rupee coin - my pocket money for many years given to me only on the Vishu day
• 2 - trying to pronounce "deux" on late evening and subsequently many days after and still not knowing how to actually say it
• 3 - the number of children one of my grandmothers had  
• 4 - 4-th Std when I won the best girl child artist of Kerala award after which I stopped painting actively except cards to relatives for the next 2 years
• 5 - number of handbags I had before I bought the last 2 and got one more free
• 6 - my age when my material grandmother died - the events stand out so vividly
• 7 - the number I had to relearn how to write after coming to Europe so as not to confuse with 1 - Europeans write it with a dash in the middle
• 8 - the maximum number of years I have had a home in a place which I visit at least every other weekend - the one in Germany - beaten only by Chennai (and even there we shifted apartments in between) - the average before that has been 2.5 years - a true vagabond! perhaps that explains my two year itch
• 9 - 3*3
• 10 - the number of years I have been married.

Some new pictures

Some trials are ongoing... It is still a long journey ahead... Scale, colours, brush strokes - all have to be improved.

New beginning for an old hobby

It is now 24-20 years since I stopped this hobby... So I sceptically started after a nice gift from Parmanu (remember this blog was also started on such a note). All those who paint can close their eyes - an amateurish attempt with limited resources.

Small beauties in life

• The joy of running the fingers over white keys after running them through black ones for 13 hours. As mentioned before I have taken up playing piano again. I started with my first book and am struggling through it. My teacher had, to challenge me when I started and picked up quickly, overwritten with pencil over all the markings indicating which finger to use to play. There are many times when I am tempted to wipe out the overwritings and read the fingers instead of the notes - so far I have been successful at not wiping it out. Let us see how far patience wins over frustration.

• The joy of orange colours waves all over a stadium and the joy of frustration when an idiot in blue coloured T-shirt kicks a ball high into the air over the goal post though there is just the goal keeper between him and the goal post

• The joy of breaking into a song that takes your spirits high - that is when you love the spontaneity you saw in a girl dancing in abandon without any care and with joy completely expressed on her face. I wished I could completely let go and throw care out of the wind as she did. I did manage to loosen up a little earlier - if Shail were here though she would say "Colours, you have become serious" - just a note to you my dear - I am just waiting for you to come - we can let down our hair at that time. What am I without you? - TIIINNNN.

• The joy of sitting in the balcony in setting sun - wiping and scrubbing dry stubborn mud off my leather boots - all it can remind me is of cars stuck in the slush in the fields where we parked before the concert, of some drunken people at the wheels of the cars and the others at that back of the car pushing... Nothing mattered more than the spirit of the moment.

• and finally, the joy of being able to login and find your Singaporean friend in Geneva logged in - of chatting with that crazy Canadian in Geneva and planning your next weekend when you are going to be amongst all those crazy ones bent on driving me crazy...

Well...life cannot get better than this even if it meant I just came back from work and could catch only one goal of the evening - let me go and break my diet.

Another new blog

A new hobby of mine is to create new blogs. Finally many months after I promised Eric I would put up a picture each day in an album, here is the new place where I shall put up my picture of the day.

While I love photography, here you shall find my experiments with SLR from next week (this week all cameras are still with Husband except for the automatic Leica that I have).

Announcing http://taupixels.wordpress.com. The RSS feed is given on the left side of this blog in Changing Windows. So you can see a new picture daily here.

Rediscovered