An interest in art and literature
is considered a not necessary feature
where the people are bound by money
talking about it as if it is honey
telling the ways to earn interest
without struggling an idea to detest.
Whenever these individuals meet in a place
there comes the assessment of property in phase
adding the appreciation it has undergone
how much revenue it fetches by renting alone.
With that they do not stop their discussions
go on with how much they spent on celebrations
To such people art and literature do not exist
as they are taken through and through by money in list.
Tag: art.
An Obsession. Costly.
Recasting the whole thing
found many pieces missing.
The important parts are not to be found
The remaining parts did not fit together
Thinking what to do
and how to find the missing ones
landed on a project
of searching for old things.
Well, that became a hobby for some time
and in course of time turned into an obsession.
With the old things in mind
this old hag went about hunting
and while in her exploring era
could find lot of treasures
still holding high value.
not minding the price
as to me they are precious
and above all priceless and hard to get.
bought most of them.
Then stopped for a while
to get time to arrange
the things in a proper set up
and also halted more so for a reason
most binding and most essential
for the accrual to replenish
then would go along the collection spree
much to the chagrin of my family.
This mania I think i got it from my ancestors
both my grandfathers being inclined to art
not only objects but also patrons of
music and literature.
It was an idea conceived long ago.
It was growing in stages more like a logo.
It got its shape sometime ago.
It was in the abstract form till little while ago.
The concept took shape in a slow phase.
It was then altered many a time to acquire a base.
The theme then was improved with a glaze.
The end product enticed everyone to a gaze.
The proportion was first set abreast.
The bigger one looked out of context.
The smaller one was away from the text.
The right size was arrived at last after a strenuous test.
The manipulations made the head reel.
The finality evolved a luxurious steal.
The fine touch ups took to the wheel.
The evolution inspired a magnificent feel.
The beautiful produce stole the limelight.
The glamour caught everyone’s sight.
The loveliness raised the excitement to a height.
The art piece might become a masterpiece with due rights.
Rehearsal And Art.
Rehearsals imply a strict control .
Discipline ,sometimes ,are overwhelmingly enlarged which destroy eloquence.
Practice makes things perfect.
The staging propounds a success.
But rehearsals do actually stub the spontaneity.
An extempore attempt is thrilling .
The excitement is beautiful.
The presentation has a full-fledged flow.
A spontaneous expression requires an alert mind ,a distinct thought and a deft usage of the language.
The mastery over the language is a skill not many can meet.
Perpetuating thoughts, coherent speech or action, whatever it might be, the neat progress of catchments, felicitous expression underlined by fertile imagination develops a concurrence that could never be achieved in a rehearsed depiction.
The practice , of course ,manifests a rigorous training and a regular tutelage.
The creativity is in full bloom during the at once portrayal.
Wordsworth alls Poetry as a spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings.
So ,art is the intense presentation of fine experience .This hypothesis is applicable to each fine art, whether it be painting, music , dance, or writing .
Poetry is the finest form of creativity, that which holds the reader in absolute rapture .
Poesy fills the mind with eternal happiness .
Exquisite elaboration.
A thing of beauty is joy forever.-Keats.
I felt likewise ,when I chanced to behold the chinese furniture.
They are so beautifully done.
The inlaid workmanship is eye catching.
The ornate carvings are breathtaking.
The proportion is fulfilling.
Every piece is a work of art.
Let be the dining table,,center piece.corner shelf. almirah,cots,and show cases.
My hands started to itch,
I could not take my eyes of a centre piece.
It was an excellent work of art.
It was a table of solid wood, with artistic legs, fully embedded with chipsand impressively designed.
I had been advised by my friends to bargain in such centres.
.The salesman quoted a hefty price.
He spoke in chinese.
I talked in English.
No progress could be made.
We resorted to sign language.There was little improvement.
Both of us were eager to conclude the deal.
We broke our heads,as to how to accomplish the deal.
I spotted a calculator.
It became our communication tool.
He pressed the numbers.
I followed suit.
I offered half of what he quoted.
He refused.
He mumbled.
In turns we worked on the calculator.
We settled on a price ,very favourable to the buyer.-that is me.
I paid cash and walked out with head held high.
The centre table found a place in living area.
It added charm to the room.
The living area looked grand and elegant.
My friends and guests showered praise on my taste.
They quoted different prices.
Nothing came near my cost.
i had bought it cheap.
No, I had stopped down by engaging in limiting the price.
I felt ashamed of myself.
I had set a value to a piece of art.
I had stifled the artistic fervour with my monetary means.
i had undermined the workmanship.
I had disqualified the creative inclination.
The mercenary in me has suppressed the enthusiasm of a breed of craftsman.
I apologise to you ,my dear chinaman.

