My Tryst With WARLI...!!!

A couple of days back, I was upcycling some glass bottles into vases, late in the night and as I completed each one, I would share its image with my friend online. Just then, she mentioned WARLI and that got us into discussing some ideas about our next long-distance art project together.

Now, WARLI Art is a cultural intellectual property of a Marathi tribal community. The monosyllabic depictions in the paintings use the very basic graphic vocabulary of circles, triangles, squares and lines to express everyday life and activities, dance, music, hunting-gathering, farming, festivals, trees and animals, recreation and so on. Having spent some 3 years in Maharashtra, I have had my encounters with this art, and it never really engaged me. But somehow, this time, it did.

So the next day, I found myself combing through web-pages about WARLI and I decided to surprize my friend by making my renditions of some paintings I really liked. Since this was my first time with this endeavor, I needed some inspiration and guidance to create my own versions of the paintings.

But very honestly, once I started, it got me hooked. In a straight go, I made 3 paintings in 2 hours, and reveled in the liberation that "painting" as an activity always offers me. Here is what I made - in order of completion:

1. WARLI SUNSET:

P.S:   I love the "Oye! Its Friday!!" feel that I can visualize within each of these 6 folks.

2. WARLI PEACOCK:

3. WARLI RAAS:

 I am still learning this art and I have begun working on the new idea that was brewing up in our heads (My and My Friend's) a while ago.

I really hope the new idea takes shape the way we want it to, and when that happens, I shall post about that too.

Till then, if you are wondering what I do for the remaining part of the day, when I am not WARLI-ing, I allow you the pleasure of unadulterated guesswork...!!! :)

LIFE Comes A Full CIRCLE...!!!

About a month ago, I had my sister-in-law and her husband come over to our place for a night hold. We are almost the same age, and together with them, we were 4 software professionals under one roof. 

The gist is, it was effortless to connect, have fun, and just talk, with an undercurrent of  commonality running through almost all topics of conversation - work, home, travel, relationship-dynamics, every day experiences, et al. Life, in general.

Food was a key participant in this reunion. As it is, "Cook to Love and Love to Cook" has somehow become the ruling philosophy of my life in the last 7 months. Both me and my Kitchen were in top form.

Every time I went inside the Kitchen, my sister-in-law would follow me and ask how she could help. Outside, the full-bodied laughter of both the guys filled the air.

Now, on any usual day, I am alone for 11-12 hours. And as the person I am, I love company. So this was a very welcome treat for me.

My house filled up on a Saturday afternoon, and emptied half of its 'human' innards on the following Sunday afternoon. The rest of the holiday was spent relaxing and sharing the experiences with our folks over phone calls.

The next day was when the strike occurred. After my husband left for office, I was left all to myself, and every corner of my house was oozing with memories and the resounding banter and laughter. Especially, in the kitchen, every time I went, I felt Shruti saying, "Bhabhi, how should I help?" 

I could not help staying amazed at this experience. It was just 48 hours that I had spent time bonding with both of them. And THIS was how I was feeling. I could only imagine what parents feel when they put us in hostels for college. Or when we are out, super-excited about our jobs and the new life, and they see us off at the airports or railway stations. Or, as in the case of daughters, when they finally do the 'Kanyadaan' and hand them to their life partners.

I simply shuddered at the thought of what things would be like when I would be on the other side as a parent. I don't have words, even now.

*****

About an hour ago, I  was talking to a college-friend who was sharing her experience of today morning.

She and her family had gone to register her mother-in-law in a residential Art of Living camp which would go on for 3 days, starting today. "The room allotted to Mummyji so reminded me of my hostel room in BITS Goa" she said. "And after settling the luggage, we went out to get the other necessary stuff which we missed taking from home, like mosquito repellant etc. for her from the nearest general store outside. It so felt like we were leaving her there for some graduation program. This was the first time I realized how our parents would have felt when they checked us into our hostels. So much so, that I could not bring myself to look back at her while leaving, else I'd have cried..." she went on.

Well, I felt THIS in just 48 hours, she has been with her mother-in-law for more than 2 years! I have to give this one to her!!

We then talked about the turn of events which occurred when we would go home for vacations, when our parents saw us off for college or jobs and of incidents from our marriages. It felt as if only the characters were changing in her and my narratives, the underlying story, and the story's heartbeat, was just the same.

Probably this is why we say that 'Life comes a full CIRCLE', and not a Square, or Rhombus or Pentagon or Hexagon. There are no sharp edges. There is no break in the flow. 

Just continuity. Seamlessness. Of values, emotions, feelings. Of LIFE.

Goose bumps were my loyal partner throughout while composing this post.

The big solace - that there is still a lot of time in being on the other side.