Anoushka Shankar

I am into indian classical music from my college days, i use to play Indian Flute and Tabala, but now my music has become limited to enjoying great people`s work because of other priorities in life. I am a big fan of Pandit Kumar Ghandhrva, P. Bhimsen Joshi, Kishori Amonkar P. Jasraj in vocals and in instrumental i love pandit Hariprasad Chourasiya, Usatad Zakir hussin, Pandit Ravi shankar and many more.
As i like experimentation in various mediums,i like to hear fusion music also,
Few years back i'd got a chance to hear one amazing albam "Rise" by Anoushka Shankar at my friends place. It was a soul touching music. I complitly got lost into it and i became fan of Anoushka Shankar. Then I started collecting all the music created by her and every time it was greater experience than previous.
As everyone knows Anoushka Shankar is daughter of Pandit Ravi Shankar and sister of Norah Jones. It was not easy to come out of shadow of her father and making her own identity, but she made it possible and created some amazing music.what i like about her music is, as she likes to experiment with fusion music yet she is strongly rooted to Indian Classical music. I haven`t got a chance to listen to her music live but i will catch her soon.

Self Portrait

Contrast.

After many days i m uploading this work in photoshop. I enjoyed portraying the contrast of this work.

My Mug..

This is my lovely mug at office...

Rakesh..

I have done many portraits with live models in many mediums like acrylic, oil, pencil but this is the first time I did this portrait of my friend Rakesh in photoshop while he was sitting in front of me.
hope you'd like it....

Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj

A Old Warrior

A Texture of Life....

This is one more my drawing without colors. I liked the Texture of the wall, who forced me do this painting.

' Black n White '

' The Thinker '

I have done this portrait cos i liked the mood of girl. She is so young in life but she is already looks like a serious thinker.

The Warrior...

I Am Not Alone....

When i was a child, i had a beautiful shawl of my own. I was very much possessive about it. Either I used to bit those who used to touch my shawl or the last option was to cry as loud as I could. I remember that the shawl was not very attractive but I used to feel very warm and secure inside it. I used it untill it was completely ragged and torn off into pieces. At last, one day my mom threw it when I was in school. I cried for at least three hours that night and I was not sleeping well for many days that were to follow.

In this drawing I tried to illustrate these feelings of mine. That girl in the picture is lonely but she is holding her little bunny in her hands, and its only because of that bunny that she is feeling secured in the jungle. I think all of us go through these kind of emotions at some point of time in our lives. After all, it doesn't matter whether we're children or grown ups; It can be a doll for someone, and it can be some locket from someone they love or it can be a small picture of god.. whatever thing it is, these small things are turned into very special things for us to be our companion in our lonely times. We end up finding them anyhow.... Becauses no one wants to be alone anyway.

Hard to tell you how I feel.....

I liked this poem very much, may be many of you already enjoyed it but i am posting it for those who haven`t read it yet...


Hard to tell you how I feel...

Hard to tell you how I feel
Everything is so unreal
Lord, but life is a hard thing to get to...

Saw my shadow on the wall
Saw my love nowhere at all
Saw my life is hard thing to get through...

When you are born they carry you
When you are gone they bury you
In between you are your own
Hard to stand there all alone

Someone's crying down the hall
Dying cries they tell it all
Lord, this life is a hard thing to live
And harder still to leave.

... By Will Holt

SADHU...

From my childhood i have always been fascinated about mythology. I use to read Ramayna Mahabharta. From those stories Sadhu and Rishi seemed interesting to me only because of there super powers. Sadhu can use Mantra and he will give you what ever you want. As i grew up i to came know that its realy hard to be a Rishi or a Sadhu.(plz take note that i m not talking about modern days sadhus. I am talking about people like Swami Vivekananda, Ramakrishna Parmahansa )
One day my father told me about the power of Mantra. he told me, previously people used to put some value for there words. They used to keep their words. He gave me one more example that if u speak only and only truth for at least 6 months after that what you speak will come true. Now i am telling you the truth. I tried to speak truth but for me it lasted for one week only.Anyone who is reading can try this and let me know the results......

For her eyes only...

Yesterday i was going through my references, i was not not much keen to draw but the eyes in this reference drawn my attention. then i stared working. to be modest this is not very good work but last few months i wasn`t getting any time for work. so at least i did some thing....

I did not die

While wandering into blog world, look what i found ....
a classic poem

"Do not stand by my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints upon the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain and
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am that swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die."

Mary Elizabeth Frye (written 1932?)