BLACK AND WHITE

I never used anyone in my entire life, not even the position of my father when I could. As a matter of fact, he never gave me the freedom to do that.

A few days back, I met a gentleman, a very big man who had worked with my father some years back. Sitting in his house with a few other people, he specially asked me about my dad and how fondly he remembers him as an honest, upright and a sincere man, who would always be smiling. He told me how he wanted to meet him and asked me to pay him his regards. All I could do was smile and told him that the feeling was mutual.

The whole instance made me feel so proud at that moment and till now. These small things matter more than all the black money in the world.

A true praise is all white and all pure.

Beautiful is the word, in the midst of Tea Plantations, in the lap of the Dhauladars, Palampur Rocks!

The value of days and moment cannot be realized till the time we understand that those things shall never be the same again. Something which was always there and when we had taken it for granted leaves you never to come back again leaving behind some memories and remorse of how it can never be the same again.

I shall miss him a lot, a very dear part of me has left me never to return again. The least I can do is carry on with a smile on my face and a scar deep in my soul as the responsibility of my future is on my shoulder right now…

Good bye my Friend..you will be deeply missed..May your soul rest in peace..Amen

I went for this Art exhibition recently. It was all about performance art where people by their own actions are trying to project some form of art. Weird Art I call it to the best of my notion. I went twice as it was a week long exhibition.

Ok, on one of the days I saw this Pakistani girl trying to blow in and out of the lungs of a goat which was killed around 2 two hours back. What she was trying to project was a picture of what goes inside. People were just looking at her and admiring how she could do it, more in awe rather admiring her for the art she was trying to project..I failed to under stand that art in that and when I discussed it with my father the next morning on the break fast table, all he had to say was, "So they killed the goat..eh..!!!"

Then there were this couple who had clicked themselves all nude and called themselves the "In security service". When dressed, they were wearing the security costumes with the title mentioned, "INSECURITY"..Ok some Art..

The next day was the weirdest. This man took off his vest, pants, boxers and then was all nude..he then took a candle and lit it in his mouth and started pronouncing the words which people were writing on the projector in front of him, as to how they felt seeing the entire art..(I mean what?!!!)..so this gori went and wrote love..another wrote something in French and I charged off from there to the lobby to have some drinks never to return..

Weird it was, a lot of Indian with lots of ascents (fake???), lot of hollow people, lots of Artists as well, who live it and love it and a lot of free drinkers with little interest in art like these, I was the biggest living example during those two days..