I opened my eyes. Someone had distributed the chart sheets to everyone, for me too. When it was in my hand, I didn’t even know why it is for. I looked around. Some started drawing pictures, some were looking at the sky thinking what to be painted, some were copying from others, some were filling the color to someone else’s sketch. Also some were leaving the place after keeping their presentation on a table.
I wondered. I spread my sheet, but did not know how to sketch. My mother and father were beside me. They kept their hands on my hand and helped me to begin. Soon they encouraged me to draw on my own “Son, you're a champ. paint what you like”. It was great feeling in the begining. I continued but was losing interest gradually.
Later, one intelligent found me depressed. To bring back the enthusiasm in me, he put many black dots on my paper and said, “Join these dots, you will get a wonderful art”. I believed him and did it but finally, it couldn't satisfy me. Erased everything.
Again, a blank sheet- in front of me!
Somebody around said, “Hey! copy from someone. No matter whose picture it is, your colors will give it a life.” It sounded good. I broadened my view & started looking many designs around me. Some were half drawn. Some were too ugly. Some were unimaginable. Some were extremely good too. But finally I ended up with nothing.
Why should I copy from someone else? Why can't I try sketching the scene in my mind? Very interesting! My imaginations started emerging & converged at my finger tips. My life, my dreams, my ambitions came out of me. My own art was looking better than any others' in the world! When I was about to give a final touch, some cruel marked big cross mark on it. I cried. There was no one to support & motivaye me except my parents. I cleared everything once again.
Again my sheet contained nothing, but some scars.
Ultimately, I could never find the person who had distributed the chart sheets. I think (in fact, everyone think) that he comes in a different gesture always, evaluates every painting, gives awards to the special ones, gives impediments for the bad ones.
I very well know that one fine day, a person will come to me and say, “I will join you. Let’s paint together. We can have a beautiful art of our life”. But I can neither trust nor expect the success.
Ohh.. Since how long am I painting? It is still incomplete. A devotee advised that it never ends for anybody. All those which are kept on table are not the complete ones. Some people keep it partial and go, some get bored and go, some think that they are called by the drawing master and go.
Whatever!! With great enthusiasm yet again, I am going to put forward something delicious on my piece of paper for the YEAR 2011!!
And I know that even you are going to do the same unknowingly!
I wish you will get such a wonderful colors and pencils which will bring the new design, new talent, new art on your paper. I wish your paint called 'LIFE' will give you all the extreame pleasures in the world.
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011J
Once again..........................
