Tuesday 31 December 2013

Last Paint of the year

Life feels strange right now, so many unknowns, so many possibilities, so many things to do. I have been on this creative whirl lately and it feels like I can't stop. It is all I think about, all I do in my free time- what a lovely feeling to have something so true and dear to me- my art. I still have a day job and thank goodness for the flexibility! Times like this keep reinforcing my desire to embrace a full time artist's life but I have to practice patience. Financial freedom in my life is more important to me- I am working THIS hard for the next chapter in our lives and that chapter will involve working for myself as an artist- there I said it and now my dream is out there floating around in possibility-SCARY! Until that time I will keep myself focused and continue to work hard as possible even if it means staying up late painting, creating and trashing my poor messy art room!
Today is the last day of the year so I would like to show you up my last painting of this year which I made up for an Art- Competition and topic was "Female Foeticide" but here . I'm not talking about the same, its just that, i wanna to show you up and need feedback. I guess, I can do it far batter but within the last time this not so bad.


Mother Love for girl child

 a picture of Female Foeticide

 Full Image

Monday 30 December 2013

finding my place?

I feel like my brain goes around and around in circles...I cannot for the life of me figure out where I fit in. I so desperately want to use my art, use my gifts for something that I believe in but I have no idea how to start. I spend so much time thinking, spinning my wheels about how I can be an artist who is more that just one dimension, who is about more than making money or getting recognized. But at times I barely feel like an artist, I feel small and non-existent and other times I feel as if I possess something greater than I know, creativity that could move mountains. How in the world do I use this to change the world, or even just my world...where do I begin?






Thank you 2013

Hello Everyone


                      Time is running so fast . The year is going to end today. So , enjoy the holidays , the fog , the bonfire , the parties , the cold weather , the hot coffee , the cozy quilts , the picnics , and all the fun around you .




                      Meet you all in the new year .... 

   Wishing you and your family and all your friends ............ A VERY VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR ...



Love
Shailly

Tuesday 24 December 2013

Happy Birthday to me !!

Welcome!  WELCOME!  Welcome!


Happy Birthday Day!

"Shailla'z Diary" turned on 1



I am so very very excited to have you here today!
Before we go any further, I want to say a huge and special THANK YOU to each and every of you..!!

I thank God for each one and each of you!
I pray God blesses you right back for blessing us this year!


Thank you so very much for being there!
Love you bunches!


Sunday 22 December 2013

Meerabai(With Pencil)

Meerabai  was a Hindu mystic poet and devotee of Krishna. She was one of the most significant Sants ("true" or "saints") of the Vaishnava bhakti movement.


Just a rough pencil sketch..will do it again with colores soon.

Birthday week-will turn on 1

Hello Everyone,,Happy Monday to all :)

This is a Birthday week and I'm sooper EXCITED..My Blog will turn on 1..Yeppppiieeee :)



On the special occassion a special massege to all...

Be calm and survive while storm is hitting you. It will surely be over but you will either get destroyed or survived…….Best option is to survive.
Afterall, we have one life only :-)
Keep smiling

Monday 9 December 2013

"Mother Love"

A little & cute poem on "MOTHER" with my colors....


A mother is more than just a woman
A mother is more than just a wife
A mother has brought to this world a new born
A mother has brought to this world life

A mother is one with love and honor
A mother comforts you day and night
A mother; a new one every hour
A mother teaches wrong from right

A mother knows when you are worried 
A mother knows when you are joyed
A mother knows when you are sorry
A mother knows just what's inside

A mother needs your love forever
A mother needs to see your smile
There's no better gift for mama
Than her very awesome little child 

Thursday 5 December 2013

Spacious Friday


Hello EveryOne :)

I hope you are all good!! Happy Friday! 

How many of you have got your tree up now? If you haven't or does not do that, then quick..hurryupp..try this time..it will be fun, it's already December first week has gone.
I was talking to a friend of mine last night and we were both thinking how crazy it is that we've been finding ourselves at midnight, with a whole list of things we need to do and have decided make a few changes to create . .  S P A C E..J O Y..H A P P I N E S S....list is so long..
I just figured, I want to actually enjoy this Christmas season. I don't want to be bombarded with a billion things to do and then feel the pressure of it all..Instead of busyness there is calm. Instead of noise there is quiet.
So that's what I am working on in my life at the moment. Creating space... Which makes room. And when we have room... that's where God can move and breathe and release his life-giving rest and creativity.


Have a wonderful day my friends! I hope everyone's weekend will full of encouragement, love and joy as we step into this "most wonderful time of the year".

Love

Wednesday 4 December 2013

Kantha,a simple Stitch for complicated designs

In sewing, the first thing that we learn is 'Running Stitch' used when we have to mend clothes. It is a common form of embroidery in Bangladesh & India in every household. Although I have been using this stitch to sew clothes, I was not aware that the very plain & insipid running stitch could be used to create such beautiful patterns, called as Kantha Embroidery. Yes, It was my ignorance and now I am more than happy to admit.  ofcourse  its is one of my favorite  embroidery  forms.
Any garment can be embellished with kantha stitch since it is the most simplest of stitches in the language of embroidery. The way in which the stitch is filled inside a design in different arrangements, forms the complex vocabulary of kantha. It can enhance the most simplest of sarees or cloth materials. 
It is said to have originated in the early 1800's & is derived from the Sanskrit word 'kontha' meaning rags probably originating from the legend of Lord Buddha & his disciples who used hand stitched, discarded rags to cover themselves!!!  The traditional seat of kantha embroidery was Bengal (Shantiniketan) where Bengali housewives used the colourful saree threads from the borders to mend old clothes. Gradually with experimentation, they began to hand embroider sarees & use the cloth material as a canvas to try out different patterns as a means of self expression. The patterns can also be machine stitched but the beauty of it is in its imperfections that can only be revealed by hand stitching the cloth. 

Different motifs of sceneries, geometrical patterns & designs can be created with this stitch. It is also used with sequins & beads to create applique work & different accessories, thereby increasing the variety of its application. There are about 7 known types of kantha work & although it is a time consuming process, it is an immensely creative & satisfying activity.

Nature

Red & Green







Monday 2 December 2013

How a room can bring back Memories?


Growing up, we are living in the same house from I was about 10 years old, so I can pretty much picture every room in my house and I have a few special ones.

Our bed room- it was never matchy, matchy or fancy, it was always just fun and mom pretty much let us (me & my Siblings) rock whatever style we wanted. It was  our space, we used to build forts with sheets and enclose  TV in  there (LOL) and me and my siblings with our dog use to have slumber parties. It was a room I have only good memories in.

Then there was our family room, the space where we all hung out, where we played with  barbies behind the couch and the family sat and enjoyed each other.

Lastly, there was our backstairs room where we had a pull out sofa. This was Kid's "pent house". Whenever some guest visit us, we (me & my siblings) would camp out there together, because they usually would sleep in  kid's room. This was the very special memory for me and I missing all the fun and masti of my childhood.

I love thinking about the rooms and everything as well with I grew up in and hope for  every memory would never fade.

The Change Called CHANGE..!!


CHANGE is permanent – sounds ironic, but the reality is that this is a the pivot around which the human race has made progress in leaps and bounds. Yet change posses a challenge – the challenge of accepting change. In our growing up years, we found it easier to accept the change because we did not rationalize too much. We accepted our bodily change to adult hood as a natural progression of life. In any case there was very little that we could do to stop those changes and so we accepted the pimples and warts as also the realization of our sexuality with curiosity and a wee bit of anxiety.

However as we grow older, we prefer to cling to the tried and tested, avoid the discomfort of learning anew and anxiously bypass the challenges posed by new technology. Unfortunately, we can neither avoid the fury of change nor ignore the discomfort of being called outdated in the fast paced world. So the only option is to make friends with change and make change an allay in our personal pursuit of excellence.
So how do we embrace change wholeheartedly ? The first thing we must do is acknowledge that change is permanent and will be our allay. The next step is to adapt and adopt it at the earliest. Only then can we experience the wonders of change. See the revolution brought about by the internet or an ATM machine or a digital camera. Mobile communication and the mobile hardware and software industry are driving change at a supersonic pace and while the heart of the technology would be quantum mystery to the lay man, the use, ease and pace of change are something we can easily identify with.

Friday 29 November 2013

Festive Lighting...


Diwali is long gone and it's time for Christmas with reds & greens, cakes & cookies and loads of happiness....
...but festivity can never go out of style, can it?



Enjoy..!!

How to Protect Yourself from Failure-Deepak Chopra


A failure is a setback that has left scars. When it doesn't scar you, setbacks are learning experiences, but there's no doubt that suffering a setback is difficult. It only turns into an opportunity if you have the psychological tools that protect you from failure. In the last post I presented a strategy for preventing failure in advance, which is always the best way. I encourage you to take a look before reading this post, which is about how to recover from setbacks.
In many ways the two states, before and after, call for the same steps. In particular,
1. Have a good support group around you at work.
2. Communicate with your spouse or partner.
3. Don't isolate yourself and carry the whole burden by yourself.
4. Identify with core values that sustain your sense of worth.
5. Build your self-esteem.
6. Develop interests outside work.
Since these points were covered in some detail in the first post, I won't elaborate on them here. It's realistic to accept that for most of us, preventing future failures is something we pay little attention to. Our focus is on immediate challenges and their success. Therefore, when a setback actually does occur, we are left vulnerable and open to a rush of negative emotions. The more that a setback feels like a failure, the more likely it is to scar you. You become more wary of risk, sometimes to the point of genuine anxiety. You feel a range of emotions from guilt and shame to anger and fear. Your mind obsesses over "What did I do wrong?" and "Why did this happen to me?"
This composite of reactions differs for each person, but the major setbacks for most people are similar: divorce, losing your job, having a small business go under, and bankruptcy. To make full use of the points already listed, you have to get over the trauma first. Here's a general guide.
1. Give yourself room to grieve over the loss. Healing takes time.
2. Don't hide from your pain. Denial makes healing take longer.
3. Notice the signs of depression and seek help for them.
4. Spend minimal time with commiserating and indulging in "what if."
5. Find a confidant who has survived the same setback you are suffering through.
6. Revise your vision of the future in a positive way.
7. Make clean breaks with the past where it's necessary.
These points are all action steps; they get you moving instead of brooding. It's unfortunate that the most common way of dealing with crisis is to watch more TV and play more video games, although surveys show that this is so. Sometimes laying low helps your battered emotions to recover, but more importantly, they will recover, in time. Everyone has an emotional set point that returns to normal, usually within six months of a major trauma. Even so, recovery isn't the same for everyone. At one extreme are people crushed by a setback, who internalize it as "I'm a failure." At the other extreme are people who say they thrive on stress and only want to fight harder when they go down.
Most of us fall somewhere in the middle of the spectrum, and therefore we vacillate between discouragement and hope, self-disparagement and self-belief. Beneath all of this turbulence, there is a steady state of the self that can be accessed with meditation, contemplation, and other practices that connect you to your center. It's very worthwhile to explore these techniques, because at the very least you will begin to have a sense of inner purpose.
Most men in particular feel compelled to move on as a first response to setbacks. Something bad has happened to them, so they are determined to find something good as a remedy. The impulse is commendable, but too often what gets ignored is the inner turmoil created by a setback. As a society, we are so used to efficiently organizing the externals of life that we ignore where the real damage occurs, which is inside. You can be swindled out of a hundred dollars in a shady investment and feel enormously angry and resentful, or you can lose a million dollars honorably and walk away from it a better person. The choice is yours, and it depends on how much attention you pay to building a self. In the coming posts I'll talk more about this lifelong project, which is the most valuable thing you can do for yourself and others. Someone who is successful at building a self doesn't fear the ups and downs of his inner world, because he has created an unshakable foundation in the true self.
(Deepak Chopra, MD, author of instant New York Times bestseller, What Are You Hungry For?)

Wednesday 27 November 2013

"The Cuckoo's Calling"-Fun Read


"The Cuckoo's Calling" (Mulholland Books), by Robert Galbraith (J.K. Rowling)


I have not read yet any book of J. K. Rowling, so I thought to stop my search on "The Cuckoo's Calling because this is a good story that entertaining enough to merit a read even if Robert Galbraith had been a real person who really wrote it.

"The Cuckoo's Calling" introduces readers to Cormoran Strike, a London private detective with his own complicated back story — he's the son of a rock star and a groupie, has a prosthetic leg to replace the one he lost in Afghanistan during his military service, and he just ended a difficult romantic relationship. He's also quite clever.

Along with his started-out-temporary-but-who-didn't-know-that-was-going-to-last secretary Robin Ellacott, he looks into the death of a supermodel, Lula. Everyone assumes it was suicide, but Strike is asked to investigate it by someone who tells him it had to have been otherwise. His investigation takes Strike into the worlds of high fashion and big money as he makes his way to the truth.

Rowling's (Galbraith’s whoever) literary gift is on display in this work. She crafts an entertaining story with characters that hold the reader's interest, and comes up with an ending that I'll admit I was surprised by.

It gets a little too clever in some places, with the final denouement tying together some earlier elements in a way that's almost a little too pat, and some of the leaps Strike makes seem a little too out-of-nowhere. And it wouldn't be a J.K. Rowling book if it didn't have lots and LOTS of description, not all of which seems necessary.


But overall, it's a fun read, with a main character you can care about and one you'll want to see again in other adventures. It reads like Rowling had fun writing it. There's a certain lightness to it that was missing from her other grown-up fiction endeavor, "The Casual Vacancy." Perhaps that came from the freedom of writing and publishing under a pseudonym without all the pressure of her own back-story. It will be interesting to see if she can maintain that sense of fun now that everyone knows it's her and that particular mystery has been solved.


Life's Journey..!!


It reminds me of life and people and our journey together. 


Each one of us traveling together but to different destinations. I like to think of this life as a wonderful journey where we have wisdom of the past, moment of present and thrill of the future. 




Journeys are beautiful, you get to meet strangers. You get to learn from everyone, you just need to have an eye for it. One thing each stranger can teach you is how all of us are connected on the same level.


Monday 25 November 2013

'Following My Paint Brush'-Dulari Devi

This story is all about a village girl in India (Bihar) follows her inclinations and becomes an artist, in spite of her upbringing in a very poor family. "I am an artist, but I wasn’t always one."  This is how Mithila artist Dulari Devi begins the account of a life that moves from extreme poverty and constant menial labor to that of an accomplished and recognized painter. 



Following My Paint Brush is the true story of her life rendered in the brilliant colors and detailed patterns of the Mithila folk art style. The heroine and illustrator of the book (published in 2010) is Dulari Devi, an artist from the Indian state of Bihar. Gita Wolf, author of Following My Paint Brush, wanted to illustrate Dulari Devi's own tale of artistic awakening. And so the story goes, beginning with a childhood of working in rice fields, selling fish and cleaning the houses of others. She never goes to school, so her life hardly changes as she grows into womanhood. Devi, a woman from the state of Bihar, has illustrated her life story with Mithila folk-art paintings that employ bold patterns of parallel black lines,swirling shapes and intense colors.  Unschooled, she is doomed to be a cleaner in someone else's home. when she finds work at an artist's house, her creative yearnings finds an outlet and an artist born.

Dulari's mother used to
sell fishes in the market
Dulari Devi not only found her passion but also finds pleasure in pattern and the images that form in her head while observing village life. Then, she lands the job that will change her life. Hired once again to clean a house, Dulari Devi finds herself employed by an artist, Karpuri Devi. Entranced by the beautiful images that emerge from her employer's hands, Dulari Devi expressing her experience and opinions as traditional religious subjects and also she depicts social  
ills like discriminatory health care provision, alcoholism and  dowry. Recognizing the joy she finds in creating art, Dulari Devi seeks out mentorship from Karpuri Devi and works hard to learn how to use the tools of a painter.


 



Her work has grown in popularity since her
artistic career began and she can occasionally sell pieces for as high as Rs. 50,000 (around $800 in the USA). Yet, she is hardly wealthy and still expresses great pride in telling her story to a wider                audience. 

Dulari as a little girl accompanying her
mother to work in the rice fields


In an afterward, Devi is described as combined combined community tradition with modern themes and her double-page spread of "Raju Ice Creame Wala"(The Ice Cream man)  surrounded by eager children in traditional dress, under a spreading leafy tree with a highly decorated trunk, is the best example of this synthesis. The paintings, based on traditional floor and wall decorations, have been commercialized, but they also provide a way for rural women to make a living. Devi’s story has been put into written form by Wolf, but it is the paintings that stand out here.
 Picture courtesy: Google
 Detail: Internet




Friday 22 November 2013

So Called Brandaholics...


I strongly feel each one had two sides to us. One that the world sees and one who we are in the dark. Okay..with some with some exceptions of course. You may take it  offensively  but think about it. Are we R.E.A.L.L.Y. ourselves in front of others?

Completely..?

I kept myself away from the flashy glamy side of Delhi. i found it all too  artificial  and it always made me restless.  Right now, my most important need is to find myself.  Because  I have not found myself yet, my eyes are wide open. I am seeing people. I am observing them. And sadly, most of what I see makes me realize my own shell is a better place for me. Few days back I went to a most posh residential area of my city...The whole place had big magnificent houses, lush gardens at the front, each one finely designed by probably the best architects has to offer. It was like they were on some sort of competition, competing for something so vain as whole house was bigger, whose house was flashier and so and so. It ridiculous..funny actually. Each house had  guards  outside the gates. sitting in the chilling cold(in the night too) has been hit with lately. Agreed, it's their way of earning bread & butter, but it was sad to know the people of these houses sat in air conditioners/heaters(as per the weather) inside while these poor people were out in the cold. There are people who lived in those houses made a point proudly and used to brag about the things that something a normal middle class person could not ever afford and other things of the like. It was very disgusting. Is it all there to people  these days?
Status Symbol..ahh?
My point is human builds walls around themselves and I fail to understand how they can manage it so well  carrying  so many covers on themselves around? Do not they get tired of it? Does not the child in  suffocate? Branded clothes, Branded Shoes, Branded accessories, they all create a Branded you. What's with brand anyways? They are willing to spend so much themselves, just single item, not realizing how many unfortunate people can benefit from the same amount if given for charity. I have seem any women/girls transform themselves completely with new hair styles, new hair color, and makeup..Ohh,,did i mention with imported Brands? 
What happens at the end of the day if there's no one to pretend to? Do they have a conscience that guilty of running away from themselves? Lying with themselves..Cheating themselves with fakeness..Being someone the are not..Putting on so many faces that it kills their natural innocence.


Open up.

Breathe.

Be the beautiful person you really are.

It takes courage to be who you are in the eye of the whole world.

Friday Wishes...


Happy Friday !! 
Last night, I was sitting on my couch after the end of a busy day and thinking how I wish my couch had a massage function that would instantly rub my shoulders and feet for just a few minutes. Then, I started thinking of all the other fantastical things I'd like to see happen. Because it's fun, here are five things I wish were possible...

1. I wish there was a Sleep Bank for all those times you just need a couple more hours of rest. You know...when you're sick or just really tired, I'd like to be able to grab extra sleep from those extra spunky days when I didn't need them.

2. I would like a delivery truck that offers ice cream, milkshakes, pies, or milk tea. You want a milkshake? Call them, and they'll be at your door in 20 minutes! Because sometimes you just need a sweet treat like now.

3. I wish pets could live forever (or as long as we do).

4. I'd like it if my hair and makeup could instantly do itself while I sleep just a long in the morning. It seems so silly that we have to get ready and look presentable every day, couldn't I just wake up looking that way?

5. Finally, I'd really like to be able to grow plants—like some sort of vegetable bush or a lemon tree, perhaps? This may sound like it's within the scope of real possibility, but it's actually not. I seem to be able to take care of humans and animals, but plants, not so much.

What about you? What would you like to be possible? Who knows, someday these things could be possible...

Thursday 21 November 2013

The One you Cannot Have-must read

An absolutely wonderful read…. 
Like always Preeti Shenoy has told an amazing tale of love in her own unique style...Very much TOUCHED..I really have no words for this book..Really a MASTER PIECE..from the depth of the HEART, I Thank Preeti Shenoy to write such a wonderful story with such delicacy.
Actually, It is not only TOUCHED, but the previous books also left an impression on me and I always remember and cherish the moment when for the first time my eyes fall on "Life Is What You Make It" and since then I have not disappointed reading you.


All the characters are endearing and the book had me hooked right from page one.I wanted absolutely no distractions. Anjali knows who she wants, she wants Aman. Aman too knows who he wants, he wants Shruti. Shruti and Aman were once inseparable. Theirs was a love that would last forever. Then Shruti left Aman. A devastated Aman moved abroad in the hope of  forgetting Shruti and to heal. Shruti married Rishabh. Now Aman is back in India and looking for a fresh start. But he is still haunted  by memories of his love. Can he ever break free from it? His head tells him to move on, to find love with Anjali, but his heart won't listen. No matter what he does, Shruti's shadow looms large. Can there be a "happily-ever-after" for any of them? A straight-from-the-heart modern-day romance of unrequited love, of complicated relationships and about moving on when you realize that there will always be the one you cannot have.


To all those who are reading it….Keep going ..you get to read such good books once in a while. Full of good thoughts and so close to reality that I can relate to most of the characters and events. And those who have not yet purchased it, go Grab one… It is worth your time and money. And as always it comes with a lesson you need to learn and can adopt to enrich your life. Read it to know…

How long does it take to heal a broken heart? Can you ever forget that  one perfect relationship you had?

Thank You Preeti Shenoy for a delightful read.

Tuesday 19 November 2013

Traditional Art Vs Modern Art

Today I  accidentally  stucked on these line about Traditional Art Vs Modern Art, i.e.,

"Why Young Artists Only Interested In Modern Art?
   Why They Do Not Think About Traditional/Indian Art?"

I Do not Even Know Why???


I thought to search this on Google. Let's do that..and I did..and I reached on the conclusion that Young Generation nowadays don’t want to study our traditional art because it does not have a high profile. Television shows modern art only, everyone talks about modern  art these days, majority of Art  Gallerias exhibits only too modern art, so that’s all young Artist inclined towards Modern Art and doing that. Moreover, information about schools that teach traditional arts is hard to come by and even some students who want to study it don’t know where to go. Job opportunities in the traditional arts are very limited and performers often don’t make  enough money to support their families. Most of us or needless to say, we all study and gain skills because we want to find a good job and earn a living. If we graduate and we cannot find a job in the area we’ve studied, we have wasted our time.

I also think the same that nowadays  people aren’t interested in learning traditional art because they think it doesn’t have a huge market. And students of traditional art need to have a good deal of talent and it also required passion &  patience, as it isn’t an easy skill to learn. But I think it’s a good major for the future.I am learning few of  techniques  of  Indian Art these day and I'm enjoying it.. I do not consider myself an artist yet because I made all these just sake of hobby and I chose it because I love this skill and I have my own talent as well. My family have always encouraged me to do better, even though it’s not a popular major among other.

If Anyone Read This Note Please share your views. I would love to read people's comments.