Maa Saraswati, the Indian goddess of knowledge and wisdom, painted in Madhubani style, a folkart.
Maa Saraswati, the Indian goddess of knowledge and wisdom, painted in Madhubani style, a folkart.
Madhubani Painting is a famous folk art from India. Peacock is a common motif used in this style. To know more about this folk art click the link below;
Hello to everyone. Here I am sharing some of my old Madhubani paintings. Madhubani Painting or Mithila Painting is an Indian folkart.
The picture below is of Shakti, or MaaDurga, a Hindu goddess of power. As Madhubani Painting is known for its intricacy, and fine lines to create a shaded effect, I use it in my work to maintain the authenticity.
This painting below is Ardhanarishvara, which is depicted as half male and half female. To be precise, it is a composite androgynous of Hindu Lord Shiva and his wife Parvati.
Monica woke up exactly 2 minutes before the scheduled time for the alarm. And to her surprise, this happened every morning. How her sleep was synchronised with the alarm for the next morning. She felt lazy for a while, and stared at the darkness of the room, which was infiltrated by a thin white morning light. That made her realise that it was time to leave the bed, and get into action.
She was almost back to her normal self from yesterday’s eventful day. Her sleep definitely helped her overcome the tremor that Max had caused by coming back in her life. She knew it very well, it wasn’t easy to let go. But she had made up her mind to be firm and unyielding, and to not let her thoughts sway in the direction that was owned and ruled by Max. As she turned with affirmation, she noticed her tired husband stepping out of the study. It seemed he didn’t sleep last night.
“Were you working the whole night”, she asked Robert.
“Yeah, I had few things to wind up”, Robert answered promptly. “I am taking the day off, and we could go out together”, he added.
A wife in this case would be normally delighted, but Monica could sense suspicion. Robert would never take a day off, even though he hadn’t slept since a week. Apart from being a great father and an amazing partner, he was a workaholic. She knew it very well.
“What’s wrong?” Monica enquired in surprise.
Robert tried to answer casually, “Just like that. Can’t I spend some quality time with my beautiful wife?” He tried to appease Monica’s eagerness and on the other hand tried to sound normal. But inside, he knew how disoriented he was. Not even a single second went by, where he had not thought about Max last night. He didn’t know how bad it was going to be, but it was back again. So, he needed sometime with Monica, to see her and observe her, before he called the psychiatrist. Well till then, he had to behave relaxed, as if nothing had changed. And this was going to be a challenge, as inside his heart ached and his eyes longed to shed the pain, which was not permissible.
Robert suggested to drop Neel to the kindergarten, and asked Monica to be ready by then. “Let’s begin our day with breakfast at your favourite baker”, he exclaimed with feigned joy. He left with a heavy heart, and drove his son Neel to the kindergarten, who was too excited, as his dad was dropping him to kindergarten unlike every day. Neel kept talking the whole way, and Robert managed to smile and mutter “hmm”, while his mind was completely lost in the thoughts of the upcoming days. The only thing he could think of was calling Monica’s sister Julia.
That gave him the strength, and he made the call immediately. The tears rolled down his cheeks, as Julia picked up the call. He uttered, “Max is back in our lives. I thought it all ended last time, but he is back.”
On the other hand Julia was paralyzed, as she heard that name. She gathered herself and her strength as well, and said, “You don’t worry. Everything will be fine. I will be there by evening, and we will figure this out together”.
He right away said, “No! Just let it be. Let it all appear normal. Your sudden arrival will make it worse, just like the last time. I saw the doubt in Monica’s eyes, when I took the day off. I will stay with her the whole day, and keep filling you in.”
“Okay”, said Julia realising that Robert was right.
“Well, now I need to rush back home. She is waiting for me. Will talk to you later.” Said Robert and hung up. This small talk had given him immense strength to fight with the current situation. He drove back home thinking about that dreadful incident that took away his best friend, Max forever from their lives.
– Anushree Dutta
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Holi, widely known as the „festival of colors“, is a Hindu festival celebrated in India, with zeal and enthusiasm every year. It also marks the beginning of spring, the harvest season in India. It dates back to centuries, where according to Vedic scriptures, a demoness named Holika burnt herself, while she was conspiring to burn her own nephew Prahlad who was an ardent devotee of Lord Vishnu. It is believed that Lord Vishnu protected Prahlad, and he came out unharmed from the fire. Ever since, the tradition continues, and a night before Holi, people in India still burn the puppet of Holika and celebrate the triumph of good over evil.
Among many mythological legends, one of the most popular is the legend of Lord Krishna. Indian mythology portrays Lord Krishna, with a blue skin complexion. As a child Krishna always bothered his mother Yashoda questioning about his skin being blue and dark, unlike his childhood sweetheart Radha who had a very fair complexion. One day Yashoda perturbed with his son’s continuous despair, asked him to smear Radha with whatever color he wanted. Krishna, excitedly followed his mother’s instructions, and colored every girl colorful starting with his eternal love Radha. One can postulate this is where Holi as the festival of colors originated. This age old story also signifies the celebration of timeless love of Radha and Krishna, and hence is also called the ‘festival of love’.
Holi, with its deep rooted cultural significance, is one of the most important festivals in India. It is a day to end all disputes and conflicts, to forget and to forgive, to meet everyone, to embrace love in life and to discard all the negativities. People in India welcome guests on this day with sweets and smear color on each other to remove all the differences, because after having colors smudged on the face, everyone appears the same.
The bang of the pendulum awoke Monica from her day dream. She frenziedly looked at the time, it was already 12 o’clock. She wondered, how she was so lost, had no clue that the time was passing. For her it had stopped the moment she saw Max. But, this was it. She had to rush to the kindergarten; she had to pick her son Neel up. She interrupted Max and said; “I am sorry Max, I need to leave. I need to pick my…” and she stopped. She couldn’t complete her sentence. It was so perfect, meeting him again, and she really didn’t want to get back to the reality that waited for her back home. But the biggest truth of the moment was that she had to leave. And she got up and left, but pondering about everything that just happened. She had so much to say, but she was unable to utter anything the moment she saw him for the first time. Ever since, she was just listening to everything he said. She was so furious about how he left her alone, and never looked back. But where did the feelings and emotions disappear. Half-heartedly she started the car, and just rushed towards the kindergarten to pick her son up.
Neel as usual ran towards his mom as soon as he saw her. He jumped in her arms and hugged Monica tight and exclaimed loudly, “I missed you momma, I love you”.
“I love you too baby”; she said and kissed him everywhere.
They rode back home and Monica got back to her routine. But her heart was somewhere else. She was so baffled with herself, the way she reacted when she met Max. At this moment she really couldn’t understand herself, her stupid behaviour. Somehow the time was not passing. She wanted to go back in time, and make it right. She actually wanted to yell at Max, and reprimand him for all that he had done. She wanted to tell him, how she survived for the next two years after he eloped. But it was not what she did, infact she acted the same way she used to 10 years back, when they were dating. He used to always make mistakes which made her mad, but the moment she saw him her anger meter went down. Things used to be always different when he was around.
Suddenly, Neel disrupted her thoughts by shouting “Momma stop”, and she was taken aback when she saw what she had done. She kept pouring water in the glass which was brimming with water, and spilled it on the table. And then she realised the impact of Max, and she talked to herself, “It’s enough. Now stop thinking.”
She thanked Neel for stopping her from flooding the house and asked him to go to his room and play with his toys. She got back to the kitchen preparing the dinner, forcibly controlling her thoughts from ruining the evening and probably also the meal that she was preparing.
As everyday Robert, Monica’s husband was back from work at 6, and Neel rushed to welcome his dad the same way he welcomed Monica a while back at kindergarten. Monica smiled at him and they kissed each other hello. He as usual asked her, “So, how was your day?”
She couldn’t stop but said, “You won’t believe how my day was. You will also be stunned whom I met today, the same way I was.”
He promptly asked, “Whom?” She could sense the eagerness in his eyes.
She immediately replied, “Max”.
This name left Robert speechless. As if he just swallowed his own tongue and couldn’t utter a single word. He tried to reconfirm, “Who again?” Right now, he doubted his sense to hear big time.
“Max”, she said. “I knew you will be as shocked as I was. He is back in our life.”
Robert tried to keep his expressions as normal as he could. But he very well knew his life was going to change.