I have made a resolution to paint every week; it could be anything but by the end o every Sunday, I should have dabbed my hand at painting.
My resolutions usually do not last so to encourage it, I will post the original that I have tried to copy and my copy every week on this blog. Trust this allows for some consistency.
The copy is not that great – the blue have not been replicated and the swing looks off. I have also taken some liberty to suit my temperament and skill; I could not quite get the leaves in the order presented. Good first try 🙂
I have at last come to a concrete decision not to get married and to get on with life. Those who know me would know that we have been trying for the past 6 years to no avail.
I got ‘engaged’ in the south indian sense twice and both broke down; first coz the guy was being forced into marriage and second coz the guy was worried about getting a visa. Getting a visa!! In this day and age!
As my dad said, in his days, people got married then worried about how to get the spouse over. In this day and age, it’s resolve everything, make sure nothing is pending and then get married.
Anyway, I have been putting of a lot of things due to this. Partly coz I don’t like to inconvenience people and going ahead with some plans which may have to be stopped if marriage happens sounds like a lot of trouble for others. True, others don’t give a damn but I did. Not anymore.
Thus, starting with my plans of taking up part time teaching. It’s high time I start giving back to society. Some do so monetarily, some via volunteering, I choose teaching. I have also decided to sign up for art classes; my last ditch effort to try my hand at painting.
Lastly, music. I have always wanted to learn the Veena. It’s a difficult instrument to learn and not at all easy to carry around, but it’s been a dream of mine to learn and and I think it time I started on that.
Teaching; I have applied. The other two? In December. Unless plans change…..
I love poetry and used to try my hand at it. Most of them have been posted here but sadly, they are few and far between.
Poetry gives a freedom in language which prose does not. Poetry also allows for allegories at will and the raw nature of thought. However, the beauty of poetry is that this raw thought can be as primal or as evolved as we want it. In prose, one can write elegantly to mean what actually happens. English romantic fictions of the 18th century are a good example. They talk about romance and the carnal instincts of characters without being in your face and vulgar. Poetry also allows for this with a major difference; it’s much easier.
I am not going to start having resolutions on how I am going to write 1 poem per day etc as that’s absolutely not going to work. The hope is to start writing more often and start dabbling in poetry soon.
Prequel to the earlier post about Memories of Ice, there is my liking for the Gardens of the Moon; a tale from the Malazan Book of the Fallen.
This is the first book of the series and I have lost count of the number of times I have read it. I especially like this book as it’s not got a lot of action and leaves a lot of room for imagination. However, it’s not too away from reality. The other books talk about the Divers or philosophies of the Frokrul Assail, which sometimes are difficult to imagine.
I also like this book as it has my favourite character: Anomander Rake. Rake is humane but coldly just. He feels for people’s feelings, has empathy but does not hesitate to meet out justice where he feels it’s due. He is also powerful but vulnerable in the sense that he is unable to give his people the inspiration for live and unable to fulfill their basic need; home. This gnaws at him and he mentions this in not so many words in his conversation with Baruk.
As put by someone in one of the forumns;
“In the grey world of Malaz he is, ironically and purposefully so, the only “white” character. He does not need to develop, he’s already as perfect as Erikson can allow a character to be
He had 300.000 years to develop, now he is a badass who knows what he is doing, and knows why he is doing it. He kills, but only for a worthy cause. He is capable of every ounce of self-sacrifice that his people and his love might require, and he literally bears on his shoulders the weight of every sin, every mistake and weakness of both himself and the Andii for an impossibly long time. He does not order, he but asks.
And every single time he suffers because of the price his friends will pay for their loyalty.”