Saturday, April 11, 2009

The ever Enchanting "Bodhu Re" The Cactus' song under a beautiful moon

This is one of my favorite songs by The Cactus.

A Bangla Rock Band from Kolkata...

Every time I witness thier Live shows, I find this song enchanting, and they never play the same way in every Live show.

Imagine hearing and watching them performing this song under a full-moon night in an open air park! Last night the moon was exceptionally beautiful....

Here's the respond to the powerful call of Sidhu's...'Bodhu Re... Bodhu Re....( friend)....'

Friday, April 10, 2009

Shall we feel the power of Cactus' " Tuchho" once again?

I was actually chasing The Cactus' one particular song. Till date has not been been successful...

In the meantime, simply cannot resist their ever powerful "Tuchho"
No matter where they play this song, the power is still the same each time I hear "Tuchho"

Looks like we are going to have some music upload again in the next few comming blogs!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

First day to School, a big step in life.

It's hard to believe that it is time for our little girl to start her school!
Time has changed so much, in our time we started school when we were eight years old.
When it was our son's time, he started school when he was four years old.
But today's children start school as early as 18 months old!
As a matter of fact, these are not exactly regular schools, rather play schools where children learn how to inter-react with their own age-group.
The concept of this could be for the reasons, that there have been great changes in our society.
Firstly, the mothers, especially the urban mothers have the opportunity to pursue their careers even after they become mothers.
Secondly, especially in the metro cities, the nuclear family system has taken over the age-old joint family system.
Thirdly, the urban couple no longer desires to have more than one or two children.
And, the most important change will be, a female baby is being loved/valued as much as a male baby in the family!
In old conservative systems like ours,
these changes have taken roots with positive results, which have helped us move on.
Oops... I almost got out of track with all these changes in this page!
I am supposed to share here our little girl's first day of her pre-school, isn't it?!
Well, when she turned two years old, we were all mentally prepared to get her admitted to a pre-school.
We started introducing the idea of school to her, weeks ahead of her actually going to school.
Of how to share her toys with others, no aggressiveness with others and how to share her tiffins with others....etc
She seems to be happiest with the idea of the tiffin box, as it will contain some cakes, fruits and a small bit of chocolate!!
At last, this morning her Mummy drops her to school with her Spider-man school bag.
(Oh she loves to imagine that she is the Spiderman-
and she likes to be addressed, "Hey, Peter Parker!"
There, this is what I mean by changes...
Girls no longer need to play with her dolls anymore! They are allowed to imagine they can be a hero like superman/spiderman.. fly around to save the needy and the world)
We have not accompanied her to school for the fear that our little one may insist,
like she always does " Apho (that's me, she calls) come!!!"
And there is a possibility that if she finds I am not allowed to be with her in the school, she will follow me back home!!
Anyway, my husband and I join her mother to collect her after the school...
Oohhh... it is a good feeling to see her coming out with so many other tiny-dots...some of them are crying, with the obvious sign of missing their parents...but our little one looks as cheerful as her usual self, except with a touch of shyness...
Before leaving school, she joins to play with the others in the swing, slide... and even has a ride on the merry-go-round that's outside the school gate.
In the midst of all these excitement, her Mummy notices our little one is wearing someone else's shoes!!!
On the way home, she is chattering...
" Anna (that's what she calls herself) ate Chips..!!"
Her Mummy looks surprised... " I did not give you any chips... Ooohh! you have eaten somebody's tiffin!!"
We become more curious... we start asking if she has fought with any one at school? Has she cried?
And from her sketchy answers, we guess, she has not cried
nor fought with anyone over toys...
and she goes on... " The teachers teach us singing!... and ask what is this... Oh, it is tomatoes, grapes, lion, tiger, monkey, bird, flowers and lioncopter..."
Hey!! Wait!! what's this lioncopter????
"Helicopter!?" I say.
"No! lioncopter !!" she insists.
Mmmm... what animal is this ?
At last another suggestion from me ... "hmmnnn ... alligator?"
" Alligator!" approvingly, she nods her head.
Well, what an exciting day for her and us!!
Our little one's first day in school has been a big step forward not only for her, for us, as well.
She feels good to think that tomorrow she will be in school again...
Tomorrow, Mummy will surely remember to include chips in her tiffin box , and write her name in her shoes....
And when she returns from school tomorrow, we will look forward to more new words like 'lioncopter'....from her!
"Our baby girl, your papa is on his musical tour, and this page is especially for him to share your first day in school!"

2nd April 2009.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

"Picasso? Who is that?"

(This post is posted on 8th April. 2009, and not on 01/04/09.
An error with the post options!!!)

Today is the 36th death anniversary or Pablo Picasso.

I still remember the day when the news of his death was announced....

That was a long, long time ago. (8th April, 1973).

I was a 4th year, Fine Art section student from the Govt. College of Art and Craft.

That particular morning , I was, as usual, late for the classes.

I was rushing up the wooden stairs as fast as I could, in an attempt to reach my classroom before our professor came in for the roll-call.

I could see the big clock on the 1st floor wall showing it was well past 9.30 am!

When I entered the classroom, which was on the 2nd floor of the building, I found that our professor had not yet come to the class. I heaved a sigh of relief.. "Good that I made it!"

My classmates and I settled down and tried to concentrate on our unfinished paintings.
In a few weeks time, we'd be having our final exam.

While we were arranging our colours and brushes,
suddenly we heard quite a bit of noise coming from the 1st floor.

My classmates and I went out to find out what all the commotion was about.
We leaned on the wooden railings and saw many students talking to our principal Shri. Chintamoni Kar ,
whose official residence was on the first floor of the building.

As I did not speak Bengali, and did not understand the language too.
The first few things that rushed to my mind were ,
"What happened again?... is it another Student Union agitation? .... not again!!.. Please, no Strikes or Bandhs... Final exams are just around the corner... "

(In fact, during the early '70s, the movement of all the Union strikes and bandhs were just taking shape like a strong wave. Which, later, became one of the main factors for seeing the state of West Bengal losing out many industries. Of course, that's a different story which I am not going to indulge in here!! )

While I was still wondering what was happening, I saw one of my close friends , who was also my
Rakhi brother,,
the final year, commercial art section student, Xitij Joshi, was actively negotiating with the principal too.

I went down to the first floor.
I asked Joshi why he and the rest of the students were arguing with the principal?

I gathered the news from him that Pablo Picasso had died just some time ago....

Joshi and his group of friends were demanding that the principal should announce a holiday on that day to honour Picasso's death.

I heard our principal in his usual gentle manner,
" Why don't you honour Picasso by working harder today as a true artist like him, instead of taking a day off from your creative work? And Picasso did express he would prefer no holiday to be decleared on behalf of his death."

"Every great man's death we declear a holiday! And when it is Picasso's death, why a holiday should not be called?! ... We don't meet a Picasso in our life that often...!!" Those were the students' answers to the principal... And the loudest voice was from my friend Joshi.

"Wow, I did not know Joshi is a great admirer of Picasso!" I was thinking...

Honestly, at that age, while we were in an academic institute, we were encouraged to concentrate on straight lines, curves, light and shade...
We were trying hard to find inspirations from artists like ...Titian, Raphael, Velazquez, Botticelli
etc., ....
and the impressionists ..

Picasso !!!

He was a living legend!! His works were far too deep and complex for us to even dare to imitate!!
I was really envying that Joshi was deeper than us...!

Anyway, the arguments went on between the Principal and the students for quite a while.

At last our Principal came up with a wise decision.

He said, " Alright, those who want to honour Picasso by believing one should work hard, especially today, may go back to the classrooms and carry on with the classworks. And those want to honour Picasso with a day off can go home, he or she will not be marked absent."

Many of us opted going back to class and work harder on that day.
And Joshi and his other group of friends were happy that they could take a day off .

Before we went back to the classrooms. Joshi got me on the side , laughingly, he asked me "Sandy, tell me who is this Picasso?"

I thought he was joking!!!

"You don't know who is Picasso????" I asked.

" No! I heard about him only this morning . "

"Joshi!! You don't know Picasso???" I could not believe what he had just said.
"He is the greatest living legend of the modern art. " And I went on..."I thought you are a great admirer of him!.. that's why you insisted so hard to honor him with a holiday!! But then why ??"

Cheekily he said " When I saw so many students demanding to call for a holiday today, I figured that this Picasso must be a great man, otherwise why so much fuss?... Honestly,
I actually did not know he is an artist too....! I thought he is some politician from India...."

I simply could not believe Joshi could be this crazy!!

Later on the day, I noticed he did not go home. I found him in the college compound/ canteen area whole day happily sipping tea and whiling away the day.

After the classes were over, I met him again and I asked him " Joshi, why didn't you go home? I thought you fought so hard for a holiday today!....What is the difference between inside the classroom and outside the classroom?"

He had no answer!! First, he gave a laugh and shrugged his shoulders... And then he just could not stop laughing ....!!

P.S.Joshi had never participated in any Union movement,
neither in his college days nor after that.
He went off to America after he finished his final year in the Art College.
We lost contact with him.
Anyway, this crazy friend of ours, definitely added colours

in our lives when we were in the college.
Those days when we were dreaming to be a Van Gogh, a Rembrandt, a Monet, a Cezanne,... and later, dare to dream of being a Picasso.....

(another crazy idea of Joshi's, here with his guitar, he did not know any chord and did not play the guitar, but he said keeping the guitar was to win the admiring looks especially from the girls!!!)

( These black and white pictures are all Joshi's photographs)

(L-R: Mukta, me, Subroto and *Bendang*, my three senior friends who guided me especially in sketches )

(with my fresco painting. Final year in College)

(me holding *Bendang's painting: Life Study- a portrait).

(L-R: *Bendang*, Subroto, me, Joshi and Jyotsna, the other two senior friends who helped me especially in sketches)

*Bendang* was the best student amongst us... he is still the best artist among us...he still paints seriouly... and the rest of us? Most probably are taking a holiday just like Joshi did on 8/4 /1973...

8th April 2009