poem by William Ernest Henley

A short Victorian poem that i came across ..

It inspires me always, as i read it again and again ..

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

- William Ernest Henley 

mera room

my quiet a small room 

that i hardly ever broom

my quiet a small room 

ad-mist the citys doom

a few things that i need i got in it

though short my whole world rightly fit

few things there and few things around

no show-shine but yet all things being crowned

my quiet a small room 

बबलू-मुनिया

बबलू-मुनिया 

घूम घूम के थका रे प्यारे ...

दुनिया के हाय रंग रे  न्यारे  

घाट घाट का पंछी पुछे

शांत क्यू  बबलू  ? .. नही तू सुल्झे 

बबलू बोले ... एक दिन कि कथा रे सुनिये ..

सुभे दिखी मोरे मंन कि मुनिये .... :P

बसो  को लाथ लगाये ..

ट्रेनो कि आस धराये ..

मुनिया क्युंकी उसी से जाये ..

थोडा .... थोडा ...

समय रे बिता

निर्बलता से मान को सीता  

बबलू ने देखा ..

मुनिया चलके आई ...

रे भैया बाजी मंन मे ये शेहनाई :P

उसका मन रे अतीव चंचल 

पैर से ज्यादा मन मे हलचल 

बबलू जाये .. आमने सामने 

नैन रे उसके चाहे .... मुनिया को जानने  

बोल चाल न कूच भी होवे 

बबलू मन मे ... अंदर हि रोवे  :(

रे बबलू कैसी दुविधा आई 

प्रेम प्यार का रोग लागा रे ... शायद हमको  भाई 

लेकीन यह बात ... वही न जाने 

जिसके लिये .. दिल दिवाने  :D

रे बबलू कैसी दुविधा आई 

halt लगाये...बात आगे न बढ पायी ..

आते है रे speed breaker 

काटे पल पल .... इधर-उधर रर..  रे चक्कर 

कैसी दुविधा आई 

मुनिया को समजे नाही .... मेरी आस,लगन रे भाई 

अभी तो सिर्फ एक हि मार्ग ...

उमीद कि दुआइ 

ना ना ऐसा कभी का करना

 बबलू .... अपनी बात ... जरूर तू केहना 

हा-ना ...(yes-no) का नही तू सोचे 

मुनिया अपनी ferrero roche ...(ferrero rocher ) :D :P

फिर कैसी दुविधा भाई 

बबलू मुनिया रहे together forever .. मेरे माई (mother) :P 

Dhobi ghat

I feel the movie Dhobi ghat was just so mesmerizing . That I did made a plan to visit it on a Saturday last week with my friend sanskar. Located aside the various sounds at the Mahalaxmi station . The very first sight  of Dhobi ghat makes you stand still for a moment.Me and sanskar we very gazed at our very first sight. It feels just to stand by the concrete platform of the stairs nearby and try hearing the lullaby the image makes on you. Sorted by the concrete game of Tetries , with interlocking grid of washing pens, one realizes that its actually not so simple when he steps inside it.Its no different than the Bhul bhulaiya that we usually play over a  paper on a Sunday or so .

The aroma of detergent , water flowing under your feet or the dhobis humming among themselves greets you int a totally new space . In fact a space that affects four of your senses . By the the time you believe its just the introductory phase , you are being part of that whole new journey .Besides the old-fashioned method of washing, the Ghat is also equipped with automatic laundry machinery which remains on the sidelines because the dhobis in their wash pens are the real stars of the show.They scrub, slap, soak, dry, drape and deliver every article of clothing in their vicinity with remarkable competence and calm and get them back to their owners by evening. 


But now besides this I would like to mention a few dialog that came across while we were photo documenting 


As we entered and clicked the very first frame a boy came behind us running and told us to read the board outside which states that photography is strictly prohibited and not allowed as per orders . followed by an anonymous signature .Not a government notice as such in that case.

we asked the boy where shall we take the permit then . He pointed us towards a man from long distant. The man taking no time gave us green signal to go inside.Not a man exactly but just in early 20's i would guess.


We started taking pictures.We were going candid.Many people humming or were conversing among them selves .Few people at the gate no. 14 were a bit not in our favor .They believed that there no use clicking the pics. 
One of the m commented '' yeh photo kya ghar pe latkaoge .. ?? yaha ake bass kheech ke chale jaate hoo . .. kalyan kaun karega ? ''
while one expressed , ''aise kitne aye aur kitne gaye .. ''


While a few feared to confront the camera for a pose which they daily did.Unknowingly they do there work, but when its camera they get a bit conscious or fearful or being exposed.


There is always a fear in such people . The fear to face camera or the fear that this photo documentation is not worth fruitful and would go a waste. I think being optimist is the only way left to them.


While one dhobi whose photo we took asked for ' chai pani ' , we gave him couple of coins summing up around 10 rs or so.


As we moved along people kept asking where are you from ? , why you doing this stuff ? and questions of that sort.
We replied,' some kind of portfolio work '.But that was not the answers that they expected ,I guess.


Also there were kids hanging around. People Having open baths.Children having game f cricket in corners.A group of men having game of cards and there daily chats. Women in blouses.Men in baniyans.

Then came a man. He said that he would take a tour to us of dhobi ghat nad would charge a bit .But then we refused and went on .He said that dhobi ghat is 2 acres and spread around 12 kilometers.But we refused before it began and went ahead.

Then there were two other gentlemen.I use the word specifically 'gentle' here as they were the only people who were being polite among all we found.They denied that dhobi ghat was 12 kilometers spread and termed the people we met as chindi loafer *one who does many jugads to earn life.They told a few more things also as how dhobi ghat is the washing machine for Mumbai .How Bombay wears cloths that is being washed at one single place.No class difference created whatsoever.They sopke until a fatso stopped them from explaining further . He spoke something in there local language and it was not affirmative towards us. I felt the gesture.I said sanskar to move on .


After  a  few clicks here and there we decided to head towards home.

What Dhobi ghat stays for me:
Before visiting here I felt a connection that Dhobi ghat and Bombay have in between them . I always felt that life in Bombay had been same as the cloths that came every single day to Dhobi ghat.
As the cloths irrespective of the people wearing it after being washed get cleansed together,together.So are the people of the city.They come together get there lives exchanged among other people of different class .get tangled and then they are free on there ways.A same kind of thought in the movie Dhobi ghat-mumabi diaries was being canvased .


For me this visit was in some way incomplete .Don't know why.I still get to know a few things .I also feel very strange at times ,Roaming in our very own city with cameras in hands.Like a traveler or tourist.

U der ? - prashant chavan.

Its been the first post in this blog that I am writing which is quite lengthy.*just kidding not that too , do have a read*

U der ?

Date : 24Th may 2012
Day  : Thursday

5:30pm*typing sms*
to apeksha: hey m goin for an art event here in fort ... very excited about it .. kaash tu aa sakti :P
5:33pm
apeksha in reply:yaa re i did wntd to cum .. but kya re tu ekdum vactn mein bhi padhai nd awl.. :P whn you come do tell me wat did u did .. btw m wid my frnd nitu over here :D
5:37pm
Me: ohhh .. nitu aree teri bst frnd  na .. its been long na you both had met. :) ill ''call''you whn i shall leave frm the event ..... *we hardly called each other most or daily of our conversations had been over txt msgs or thru fb only **so whenever i used to say i would call , i used to get very excited*
5:38pm
Me: aaj gaya toh marine drive bhi jaunga raat ko while coming... :P .. kya re .. i wnt you to take der once during the evening .. i felt pure heaven whn the last tym i visited .. :D

5:40pm
apeksha :hmm zarror(sure)

5:43pm
me:chal re mein teko baad me call  hi karunga .. and will tell you wat awll ws der ..:) *I told her in excitement*

5:45pm
apeksha: hmm ya sure thng :)


As i  kept the conversation to an end for the evening , listening the songs through headphones  i was bit of blushing in the train all the while.The man sitting in front of me starred in a expression of question.but then it didn't mattered .I reached the fort met the friend , we had glass of tea as well as a sandwich to munch for.
It was 7 by then and the lecture was about to start . It was a lecture by an Indian artist 'baiju parthan'.
The lecture room was in fact a conference room i guess much small in space for accommodation of 50 people at a time.All the people present over there had been those typical page 3 type of personalities that we seen and hear about.
.How art fanatic they were beneath , i had no idea . But over all appearance did gave a feel of 'truly an artist'. wearing Kurtis , language that of sophistication involved in it.In fact there is way difference between having manners and being sophisticate. sophistication has an  attestation. You  decide to be sophisticate.
sophistication is not as being mannered.
Between the lecture a txt from apeksha pooped in my cell.

8:05pm
apeksha kya kar rahe hoo ?? (wssup)

8:07pm
Me: im in the lecture .. :)

8:10pm
apeksha: hmm thike .. will talk later on then.

time passed by . the lecture was good enough .but then it was just very tough to intake , hard to ingest , and most difficult to digest. The terminologies they were talking about seemed to be a high dose for us.But then it was indeed a good lecture.A glass half filled .

It was 9:30pm by then, we were in train .On the way home.There was not much to speak about , in fact we had not been to marine drive even.But then there were so much of small things to mention for . I just couldn't stop myself but texted apeksha .

9:35pm
Me: hey i m train now .. just abhi i left frm der .. :D :D

9:37pm
apeksha: toh mein  kya karu .. :P (what do i do then)

9:39pm
Me: ok .. i thought you might be excited about listening .. anyways .. but tere reply se laga nai .. :/ :P

9:40pm
apeksha : aree sry re i dint meant dat ..

9:41pm
Me: OK

9:44pm
apeksha: so wat happened there ??

9:47pm
Me:there was this lecture .. very high fi in a true sense .. :P *i didn't wrote further with a slight notion of ending the conversation*

9:50pm
apeksha: so u wer excited about telling only this much .. ?? :|

9:51pm
Me: umm .. also i bought new round glares :D .. :P can we talk later on kya .. i shall call you ..
*by that time i really had no intentions of taking conversation to next level also i was not wanting to call her*

(In-fact for a matter I didn't even know that I really liked apeksha or not .but then the whole thing was so seeming to be force fully done.Like texting her, but then having a little of scope for a reply in true positive sense.It was just that we were only being 'Good friends'.Taking a step ahead from that to a totally next level and trying to confess whats really in mind was just visibly so forceful to me.)

9:54pm
apeksha: so was only this much . you wanted to talk about .. :P pagal hai tu :D: P
Me: hmm okk (willing not to speak more)

By the time me and amey reached home.we went by auto, and all the time i was just thinking that should i call her or not.*I did had lot of balance in sim, so that was not a thing to worry for.*

10:10pm
i went to an another room to call her . My  state of mind was just ecstatic.But I still felt that forceful attempt to fall in love was barricading me somewhere.
10:15pm
I made my mind , to stop all messaging from my side . If ever any text come from here way ,I shall reply it to as short as possible and let our relation stay as friends forever. Because indeed it was even her side who was not wanting to have love or anything of that sort.And if my confessions lead to any sort of misunderstanding among us then i was not hoping  for that either.

With no further thinking i was just lying on my bed about to sleep.
But then just txt msg appeared :
11:57pm
Apeksha: hey ol aa naaa .. :D :D

Me: ok w8 :)
*just an hour before i was hoping that i would no longer talk much with her.And i readily said ok wait .I was sure I like her . Liked her a lot .I quickly got up from my bend .*
*ting ting ti di ting *(i still got a windows xp ) :P

Facebook chat begins :

Me: see only bcos u said i have come ol :P

apeksha : :)

Me: abhi kya karneka ??

apeksha : kuch nai
               baat karne ka
               aur kya

Me: ok

apeksha : have i disturbed you
               matlab neend aarai teko ??
Me: no not at all ... was just listening songs ..

apeksha : hmmmm .. radio ?? :P


Me:yaa :D *this radio was the thing which was bit unusual and we always did listen mostly 107.10 playing                                    old Hindi classics*

apeksha : change your dp :P

Me: pagal or wat .. 45 likes hai usko ;) :P

Me: abhi shayd woh round waale glares ka dp hi dallunga taken with my new DSLR :D

apeksha:DSLR kabhi le raha hai ??

Me: hai ek special day .. :P

apeksha : your bday :P

Me:hey u remember . meko laga you might had forgetton :P

apeksha: nopes yaar .. :)

Me: think ??

apeksha: what think ??

Me : If m making a short film .. will you act in it ?? :P

apeksha: naaiiiiiiiiii :P
             meko sharam aatai :P
             ahahahahaa

Me : bass kay dude :P (you will do like this na )

apeksha : mala sharam aatai ( i feel shy)
               hahaha
               i am bad at Marathi :P

Apeksha: aaj ghar pe koi nai hai :P :D(no ones at home today)

Me: hmm *fap fap fap* na seeing porn hmmmm :P :P

apeksha : lol mad o wat .. :P and it should be *slap slap slap*

(the conversation was going well enough , we spoke of HIMYM topics here and there ,giggled over the chat.then there was a pause for a while.By that time I had forgotten all the forceful un forceful theories of mine)

Me: u there ??
       what else are you doing ??


apeksha : nothing re bored alone .. having a chat with my brother. He stays abroad. just a formal chat.
               what are you doing ??

Me: nothing just having a conversation with you only :P
      this riju is also your brother na ??*i wrote with bit of inquisitive in my mind*

( rijudas(riju) mutual friend between me and apeksha . He was very close to her , i guess.They both come to college together by train go together by train.Even a few people in the college  did teased them both being love mates of each other . I didn't believed in that and thought this of a shit . But then somewhere close I did thought riju liked her and they both did made a good couple. In fact riju's call log everyday had apeksha's name. So there was a scope for suspicion.But then i did believed in apeksha much than other people,than riju)

apeksha: no noo ..
              adi is my brother
              itne saree bhai hai mere toh bahar bahi kyun banau :P ( there is no need of making brother else  around when i have real ones with me)

apeksha : riju is just a good friend of mine re .. :)

Me: is he only your friend ?? * i asked in sarcasm*

apeksha: now you are also taking like the rest. :/ (the rest means the friend who linked her with riju)

Me: :/

apeksha :|

Me: i was kidding re baccha :P

apeksha : leave it yaar :/

(A bit of silence roamed in the chat box with continuous  opening and closing of the chat window hoping the other person writes something . Just then )

Apeksha : nidhi desai online :P

( Nidhi desai was the girl for whom i had infatuation for a longer time when i newly came to this college .But then her guy seemed so over possessive, that i didn't felt much interest in her. In fact her appeal and over all emotional balance also seemed imperfect , when she was going through a bad phase in her love life.also apeksha knew that i didn't liked her , but then just a matter of fun and giggling around she did teased me at times in front of nidhi and when she was around)

Me: its her bf :/

Apeksha : so what .. you can still talk with her

Me: aree madoo uska bf ne login kiya hai frm her account :P (her bf had logged in through her account)

Apeksha: ohh okk .. those people are really mad :P

Me: I purposely ended our conversation while we were texting .
     * i thought at least this time apeksha shall come to know, what i really felt for her .How enthusiastic  i was when i messaged her .And her lowered interest in me made me feel really bad.But i dint think she might had got any notions or something of that sort)
Apeksha: ya i knw :|


Apeksha : Also I was chatting with Neel .
( Neel was another guy from our college who had deep crush on apeksha.and the whole gang of Neel's group rumored that apeksha and Neel had somethings cooking.But then apeksah had been very transparent  with me about this topic and said there was nothing cooking as such.)

Me: I was about to ask you that .. but i then thought you might not be talking with Neel now .

Apeksha: What happened then , He's my freind .. :)

Me: Yaa but then its soo late night ..

Apeksha : so what .. if he's online we can talk a bit na ..

Me: okk

Apeksha : who said that we cannot have a talk with friend with late night ??
offline ?? *she thought i had been offline but then it was my internet error *

Me: I am online only .. fucking net .. yaa you can have a chat but m asking why ?? :P

Apeksha: there is no as such time specified wherein i can talk with my friends .. we can share things have a good chat if it makes us feel better :)

Me: waah kya baat hai .. *in agreement* :)

Apeksha : you making fun of me na :/

Me : nopes

Apeksha : teko samjha na what i m trying to tell ..

Me: sab samjha ...

Apeksha : or else you mistaking me .. :P
                If there are any issues like that , then do tell me .. :)

Me: what mistaking .. be specific :P

Apeksha : mistaking means mistaking
                No other word for it ..

Me: ok

Apeksha: what OK .. i asked you something .. :/

Me : when did you asked .. :P

Apeksha : OK leave it yaar ..

Me : Mistakes are always of a sacred nature . never try to correct them .On the contrary understand them thoroughly . after that it will be possible for you to sublimate them .
- Salvador dali ...

Apeksha: Is it some way quoted for me .. ??

* i really was not searching any quotes for her .but was really searching for Dali .And its an unending process.*

Me: was just surfing through some quotes of Dali .. :P ( stopped it there not taking it to a level further )

( A long pause therein again )

Me: jao soo jao .. ( go off to bed) :)

Apeksha : M taking with nikita :P
                apni soch badlo :P (change your approach)

Me: You dont know people :P

Apeksha : means ?? I have that much sense of judging people .. :)

Me: :D :P i know re i was just kidding you .. its great fun to tease you purpose fully at times :P

Apeksha : lol .. you put me into tension re :P
                bass re abhi :P
Me : you know I was not goin to have a talk with you from tommorow  .. :P

Apeksha : why ??

Me: like that only ( a lame reply though and being totally kiddish )
( it was in fact the same question that was haunting me , being into a forceful conversation or adding someone  to be closely acquainted with you forcefully)

Apeksha : pagal hai tu ( you are mad) :P

Me: The only difference between a madman and me is that I am not mad .
- Salvador Dali :P

Me : there is a reason , but i wont tell you . *the reason was same that's been haunting since long* .

Apeksha : tell me whats that ?? :P

Me : nopes :P

Apeksha :I was taking with other people late night , was that the reason ??

( how could I tell that , i liked her a lot .from the time we had been daily into conversations.somewhere at some point a speed breaker was consistently halting or stopping me.Was it the fear not being friends after the confession and getting a rejection ?Whatever the reason maybe but it was disturbing my static state of mind a lot.)

Me: no idea * i said and again rejected the truth behind*

Apeksha : no please tell me .. i dont like all this .. i wont feel bad even :)

Me: any time later .. for sure :)
       for sure :)

Apeksha : then leave .. dont talk till then .. :/

Me: aree no now its the time to sleep naah so  i was not telling you :P * i could not defend myself much better*

Apeksha : by telling me half way , i shall not be able to have a sleep :/

Me : :P
Apeksha : please let me know what you taking about ... :/ :(

( I logged out out my account. but then doing that would have added much more questions again in her mind and lot of misunderstandings.i could not stop myself but had to call her and tell her what the whole matter was in reality .Orelse it would had been tough for both of us living with this random questions.I guess even she had a few questions to ask for.I made a call to her .)

the call tune was ringing .. still ringing ..
''Hello'' .. i said with bit of stern in my vocals .Very confident speech.

''Hello .. why did you called me .. ??'' soo late that too !!

Her voice did had curiosity in it . I replied her that,'' listen can you meet me now .. ??''

''NOW ... ??'' she questioned .'' Do you have any idea whats the time right now .. ?''she added.

''Yeah i do its 1:45 .. and I even know what I am about to do ..''

''NOO ..'' was her instant reply by then ..

*I think she was kind of fearful ... as of considering me to be turned out into a madman raping her in the night*

I said,'' its urgent .please try to understand .''. with plead .

she sensed my voice and readily said, '' yes ''.But i can only meet you at my door step and then you have to walk by.

I said , ''aree I am not goin to rape you maam. i will be there with my scotty as fast as possible.''

''yea i know that ... sambhaleke chala pagal ..'' , she said with an affection.That was indeed what was possibly to be on my side, i guessed.

I with utmost silence got out from my house.There were no worries as my grandmother and I had only been living for that night.

I took the scooty as well as the keys of my home. Here place was just near the station and it took me just 4mins 20 secs to be there,Below her apartments.I climbed the stairs gathering all the courage as it was my very first attempt and that too so big indeed.

*Ting tong*
I rang the bell , a typical bell.

She opened the door ...
freak mujhe laga nai tha you would come in reality .. she said while opening the metal guard door.

So kya kehna tha .. what did you want to say ..
saliva gulping down my throat .holding my goti beard with the thumb as well as index finger . I said
ummm .. that umm repeated for 4-5 seconds

I LOVE YOU .. with a direct transition in my expression as well as vocal tone.

she said,
I am  amazed , not that you confessed love to me but that you said me in this janam only.

I smiled . she winked.she seemed to be happy , i could see in her eyes.

But there was still a doubt the process had not been complete yet . Me saying I love you was not enough.
Indeed she too had to have similar approach towards me.

I said , Whats you reply apeksha .. ?? don't you love me .. ??

Spending seconds of time time . Leaning her face down a bit . Taking her hands over her hairs as she always had a habit to do so.

''NO'', she said.

My jaws of face directly touching the ground wide open.I was astonished  by her reply.

I asked , ''why ?"

She said,'' I need some time to think upon .. Its easy for you guys to take the scooty late night .roam through the streets and come at the girls house when she is alone .And confess there love to them.I need some time to think upon>I just need some time. As she completed , she smiled.

 Not mentioning any days neither mentioning weeks nor mentioning years i said , I gave you the time.

''I wont disappoint you '' , she said as i finished .

There was a long pause , we just kept looking at each others eyes without a blink . the silence was to be felt. And somewhere the song '' aakhon hi aankhon mein ishaara ho gaya"' was been played.In our minds, In our senses don't know exactly but we both could really feel the lyrics of it.I was completely paralyzed by her sight and so was she, the effect of song was adding more essence to it .

Just then she said ,
Can you kiss me .. ? With nothing more to speak about I leaned myself towards herself .She had completely surrendered herself by now.Our lips locked among themselves by then, like the lego blocks.I was numbed. It was indeed way better than having a couple of hookah puffs or drinks with friends.It was calm, serene .It lasted for around 25- 30 seconds.
As we took off our lips off, i just realized that i had experienced frist kiss of my life.And i had made no mistakes while doing so.Like a boss.Very special though.

I taking no further time waved by to apeksha.She smiled, she did told she wanted time to think upon.But then the kiss was the pre answer to it .I just strolled by my scotty.Opened the door in a much sensitive way as compared to the way I had left.came in my bedroom.Plugged in the headphone into my ears and listened all the love songs by that night.Love was in the air.

There was very less chances wherein apeksha would say no to me after thinking , i felt.But still if she felt I am not the right guy .i had conquered upon my beliefs. I would have the thing to rejoice for.the first kiss . That i had now kept no issues in my mind. There was a time , When i kept texting her u der ,, hey u der ol now .. ??when shall u be der ..? busy der ?? all were question marks and everything was into interrogation.But now i had surpassed all of it .I feel no regrets sharing a kiss with a girl , even though we were not into a relationship.
The thing that it taught me was , life had been all about get going.The more we think the more we get entangled.As of now all that forceful thing that kept me thinking was a sheer shit , a waste of time.

Also love is not just the gf-bf kind of thing . we can love our friends .have quality time spend. But then we got to remember there is only mono person whom we shall be spending our lives. People good at heart  shall help each other. Its our decision that matters.
Also life is all about being in love many times. What if you don't get it now there's still some one better for you somewhere around, reading this shit, smiling a bit *ohh it rhymes* . All you need is to have a move on thing in you .Like a horse set in the wild fields.Rather than gluing towards cell and over fb seeking , u der ?

-prashant chavan
fiction.

Shantaram-gregory david roberts.

As i put forward my keen interest in front of sir , my love for bombay , my inquisitive feeling about the city's in skirt and a search of my place in the city.He did suggested me to read 'Shantaram' by Gregory David Roberts .A novel of high adventure , great story telling and moral purpose, based on an extraordinary true story of eight years in bombay underworld. These were the lines that went through my glance before opening the novel.The author has been a drug addict as well as a robber and heroine addict who managed escaping from the Australian prison to India .As i wnet on through the reading I did got it the way i had expected it to be .The way the protagonist in the book like to unfold every aspect of the city . Tries to explore the later core of the Bombay, even I sometimes feel the same . Staying with these poor localities in the city sometime in my life . In fact for some while i feel they got a lot than just money to give .They had created a space for themselves in the city Though we make them feel isolated at times , but then their life style there culture does make a stream in our society .It could be properly quoted that many people have wrote about this city many will write about this city many have shown it through there lens and many would do it later in there lives. But how many among them shall actually live their way.Not as a matter of whole life , But just as matter of exception. Experience is the greatest thing in the world , a child ovary takes birth and then sets into the journey .To find the things known as well as known .

In a same way rather as i read each page I unfold every other aspect of the city.Though the book is quite big in number of pages , but then Its the canvas of the city that is being portrayed .*no issues*.Just been Quarter way , no idea when shall I get over it *as i said setting out on a journey*.

Mumbai Wallbook-2012

Event:Mumbai WallBook
Date:20th may 2012
As my friend sanskar approached  me about this event , i was readily excited about it and thought that after so long gap of no fine art .There is something  to think upon and creative to do.So sanskar told me about this event and asked if i shall accompany him for a wall painting at mahim .I taking no time said yes at the very first stance.The whole Theme for the wall painting was to paint your vision for the Mumbai or in case you got to depict Dream Mumbai as you feel it could be.Not a new concept in was my first thought . Infact i really have no idea as of what had happened in the market that art and mumbai have been linked all in a while os much.The day at kala ghoda was almost full of kitsch and handycarfts or installations  reagarding bombay-mumbai and revolving around the streams of the city.And the otehr day when i went for a nart competition the topic again was Mumbai 2020.Its good that you are encouraging vision for the city but then all the while same things come forward.*wada pav,trains,gardi, police,terrorism,local train*.But in a way its good that it catches the developmental phase of the city .

so things were predefined but as usual when different minds collide for a design or any sort of art . there's a sure explosion.Ours was no different.
Before coming to an explain , i shall mention  the wall we painted.

The The dabbewaala at the center was being done by tushar *commercial art student* which was a total realistic character .while the rest illustrations were done by sanskar*commercial art student*.I*architecture student* didnt had much of contribution to give herein. as i myself was busy from few days in a design project competition.But then I helped them in later by drawing a few things plus with a bit of help in color scheming.
from the left if we observe the characters we could see a face trying to pop out and breathe the air outside,as we move a Punjabi snatching the neck of a minster while a person from the below becoming a mere spectator.And in them a mumbai ka dabbewaala carrying the skyline of the whole  city , a person in yellow tightly holding the central rod , while another in red pick pocketing , while a student whose sight is stunned .
The color combination for the whole painting bright with the red standing for the train color while the black for the crimes and corruption in the city .Moreover they act as a frame for the drawing.

all was great when nothing was started. In fact its always like that when we are stationary things seems to be working our way .*sun rises in the east and sets in the west*.But its when we actually start the thing we see ups and down.And the same was observed here also .sanskar wanted to go with wall with his illustrations while tushar wanted his dabbewaala image like that only.i suggested him that we can transform that dabbewaala into cartoon image and place it. but then tushar being stubborn insisted that he wants his character as it is *realistic placed in between the illustrations*.But then it was I who made a reply when the tata people were doing the video recordings  that ,'' its infact  how  the dabbewaala finds his identity in the city from the rest crowd and balancing the skyline, becoming the superman of the city by sending dabbas in time to people''.It was like a conflict between the abstract  and the realist .For me if i had to do something on the wall i would just have removed a brick from the center , then drew and arrow towards the hole created by the center and would say that is Mumbai.*a local train passing by the other side of the wall*a minimalist though.

               All and all it was a great experience of getting down on streets and acting being a 'Hussein'.made new friends over there spent time in Indeed it was just another initiative of bring people,binding them together at one place rejoicing the spirit of the city.Children living on the streets were painting some wall while there was a Gujarati lady with his husband and two children busy shading the landscape , also there were high number of students from arts craft, architecture, while a few of them were just spending there warm Sunday rather and having a great time .

                We finished the painting around 12 noon and then after a few clicks by some random commuter, as well as our group friends ,collecting participation certificates we were on our way to homes. A great morning to spend by as well as a rest full of evening later on .