wanderer

Terracota hand built pot Took around 300 gm of clay and moulded it into a useful planter. important to make a hole at the base while the clay is leather hard.

I laze and relax, I wonder and ponder my mind thought ...... about the things that my brain couldn't sought and my heart assured me that my soul is free ...its not caught. I tasted the sea and the droplets of rain I felt the satin and tattered clothes covering the pain Felt the heat of concrete high rise mansions And swayed to sleep under the thatched roof built of passion Some complained of having plenty Some rejoiced when their plates were not empty I pitied the happiness and the thing which made me laugh was the sadness I am neither cheerful nor poignant , Neither hollow nor expectant, They label me a loser, incapable of winning the race Isn't it ? In the end.... winners and losers will mix with the ether leaving no trace Till then I let my body laze and relax......... Let my soul wonder and ponder.........

Made small pots on wheel of not more than 5cms in height and gave expressions on them using hand building technique. The more i practice , more i improve. These might not be the best pieces of art, but i find them cute and inspirational.

Sometimes in life, i just want to be alone Neither be happy nor have anything to moan Don’t want to think over the past or about the approaching time Just want to ponder on creator’s creations …this wind, ether & sun shine

last saturday we woke up to mangalore air crash and this saturday it was gyaneshwari train accident caused by the Naxal - maoist ( calling themselves saviour of people). I think of those merry people who would have planned their journeys many days in advance, would have packed best of their clothes, would have loaded batteries into their camera's to click beautiful moments of their life - but death was waiting for them which jolted their bodies miserably to take out their soul. After such a tragedy , the blame game starts .Government sets up panel to enquire about the incident , terror groups rejoice and plan to make the next move more deadlier. For both of them its the number of dead that matters. The pain and loss is for those who remain behind - reliving those horrific moments throughout their life, waiting for kids who would never return home again - wishing to have been with the partner on that unfortunate journey ....... For many people like me who are lucky to be readin...

To my love, To my child . I feel you within me though your moves are quite mild. I picture you in my thoughts and wonder how you would look which book will be read to you and what for you i shoud cook Will you be like me or like your papa what will you call me - mummy or mamaa What do i call you , i wonder if you will like the name Will you be naughty or easy to tame However you will be , i will keep you in my arms my love and care will always keep you healthy and warm Come my little angel , your mother is waiting for you guess this is the feeling with you too , my baby boo

All children like animals , at least most of them .In the locality we stayed earlier had lot of kids of our age. Every other day some or the other would find a injured bird , orphaned kitten or sick squirrel . Each kid had a proper role to serve- some were assigned job for taking care of the needy animal ,bully boys were watch guards , some were supposed to provide for temporary residence and then little girls were responsible for food supply. Usually the animal used to get well and sneak out of captivity . Whenever it happened there was a grief all around . There would be frantic searches in bushes , dug up holes and in houses of suspects. Failure in search would eventually take form of blame game , fights and imaginary stories . For few days every one would carry the loss of guest animal in their heart only to be replaced by shout for new discovery " Ae mil gaya mil gaya ...kabutar hain , pankh tuta hua hai " . Me and sister would never get a chance to keep any animal home ...