my savior

Only a sad human can give beautiful smile & Its not easy to become sad strange isn;t? all my sketches are result of my confinement to my rooms for months. I never want to go out, I never want to meet people, all i want is myself and my graphite pencils and reservoir of ideas, my fantasy world to draw. am i on the verge of becoming an artist? I draw because it completes me, I draw because it inculcates respect deep inside, I draw because it makes me special and stand out in the crowd.

My sketchy world is friendly and protective enough to accommodate my feelings, here I'm in love with myself, I love the graphite, I love everything around me.

My imagination runs amok, I have the power to create anything all good and sad. I'm trapped in my world and not ready to come out of it. I like to explore Alice's Wonderland, I 'm the king of Big Castle situated on world's highest peak, whose pathway is full of jungles, flowers and lakes. I like to sing a moon song by the river side. I run with deers and swim with dolphins. I fly with dragonflies in mysterious caves. I'm snow n like to fall on tender leaves in the jungle, I'm gushing wind touching big big mountains. I'm always invited by rabbits for supper at rabbit house. I'm part of wolf herd .so unreal but beautiful.

I don't want to grow, I don't want to be an intelligent human , I don't want to be clever, I just want to be myself and my world.

I keep hearing about magic all my life and I always wanted to witness it untill i groom my ability to draw. Its unbeleivable to see how image starts appearing on white sheet/canvass slowly and transforming into real life charactor its called magic in real life.

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Happy sketching

selfish cooking....

it is said cooking is woman's hard core area, they are the master of kitchen and knows almost all the recipes. My mother, she is best cook of our family and of course when she cooks she never allow the entry of any other family member. we just have to sit in other room and wait for the food. she prepares food for all family members and sometimes for the guests. Mother cooks delicious food for others and has to manage the kitchen from morning to evening. great patience! she serve the food to other family members first and make sure everyone enjoy it and she herself eat in the end. a perfect chef!

Hotel has separate kitchen department and working of deptt is borrowed from our household kitchen. Big Mother is Executive Chef and all others are family members. Only difference is here kitchen is manned by bunch of Selfish male cooks, who cook for money and never bother who is eating first or who is eating last. They work like automatics machines programmed to c,cook & cook. some are good chefs and some are bad but they never get all that appreciation all the time.
Oho i fall in that category too, i know. I have learnt elementary cooking for myself only. so bad well i can not be so generous like my mother but fundamental cooking will help me to survive in awkward situations hehehe again selfish thought! but I'm not selfish to guard my recipe which i'm gonna share with you when you come down to my home. Ok it is a million dollar recipe :) and must be respected in every sense. I have named it "Smoked Potatoes". idea must be clear in your mind.Lots of coal is required to prepare the dish and the taste of nicely cooked potatoes in coal is mouth watering.

Best way of cooking the dish while enjoying whisky or wine. it keeps you busy during cooking and maintain your rhythm. Find a best place, say by the river side and make bone fire and cook there at night. Adrenalin helps digest your alcohol and food in minute so no chance of getting lost in the jungle.
Plz try

gummy brother bear

I still feel the warmth of my brother's company when we used to tuck ourselves into the quilt to watch our favourite cartoon on TV. I still love the smell of the winter and smoothness of evening. My gummy brother bears. He has all the quality of "Gruffi", "Zummi", "Tummi", "Sunni" , "Cubbi" & "Gusto". A favourite supper used to make the program more tasty. just me and my brother and our little fantasy world just like King Gregor's kingdom. That half hour program used to be roller coaster ride for us. we would forget everything around us. Unexpected power failure would almost kill us and still feel the wrath of my brother at electricity guys. I want that half and hour back in my life, past memories are irritating like "ogres", very bad and memories are like hard earned treasure.
Family congregation during school holidays, making band of brothers and creating nauseam all around and those fool proof strategy to plunder the kitchen at night and consuming the loot on roof top and easily get caught next morning booo wooo wooo ! nostalgia hu , time is ticking fast, faces have changed and we are now so called educated children unable to write mother tongue are planning to conquer big big dreams. childhood is almost same for all the children and even incidence are no different only adulthood changes, may be we think rationally and develop our ability to perceive the world from different angle. Worries start from here only...

Cheers mite