Karuppan – My Black Cat

When I first heard you mew
I knew, you were my favourite of the two.
Lying up there in a curl
Covered up in Pantherian black fur.

I would stand beneath the sunshade
Waiting for you to peek,
How worried I get when you don’t come back
While we play hide and go seek.

For you, with kitty treats in hand, I challenged
The Blue Cross dogs, mouth frothing and deranged.
As I climbed the tallest tree,
To take you back home and set you free.

So much care, so much love
I wonder where you are now.
But I know, I will hear again your mew
Because you were my favorite of the two.

L is for Loosie

Loosey

Goosey

Tootsey

Bootsey

Lovely catty

Little Loosie

Though Loosie may lie 3ft under, he’s always alive in my heart! And to say he was good soul, the place where he was buried last year, now has the most beautifully blossomed hibiscus and much more healthy trees. Thank you Loosie! We miss you.

Peter the Trekker, set off to OG
Jumped across the streams,
Climbed every boulder with ease
And trekked with a style,
O! Yes indeed.

Two days had gone, two more to go
He went on with much anticipation,
Until halfway through he had to turn back
After 5 buses and 3 autos,  home wards
with his knapsack

All ‘cuz of an Eye Infektion!

The good eye was right,
But the left was not alright
The Doc said, “We must put a patch,”
He thought, “For which my pirate costume
will match.”

Arrrr…! The Eye Infektion!

I had trekked with this organisation called CTC, and boy what an experience. Something I’ll never forget. During the trek one person told me, “Either you be the story, or have a story to share.” Well I am not a story yet, but I do have one to share.

Clinging onto to the grass like our only lifeline with the torch held in our mouth, very cautiously we crawled to the other side, none wanting to fall off the steep bouldery other side, and all happening at night. SHIVER!! SHUDDER!! WITH FEAR I WAS! Guess many were too. Yup, this is my first night trek, and first times are never forgotten forever. So many times while climbing up and skating down, I wished I had grown atleast an INCH taller just enough to reach that tiny little rock that could save me, I prayed. Oh yeah! The prayer was answered in the form of Brijesh’s hand. He pulled me off to the other side like a twig! I wondered to myself what do they eat. And not to forget another save, actually twice by Guru, actually I was saved by many people. Oh well! At a point I began to hallucinate. Very bad sign!! I thought I will not go on! This is it. END POINT. NADA for me! But after reaching the base camp I changed my mind! WHAT A LOVE IT WAS!

Under the starry night,

Stretching every limb, left and right

Little bugs, big bugs, whats the difference in that

They sang a lullaby while we made our bed.

The gentle flow of water was all we could hear

Three, tucked away in a blanket slept with a lil fear,

Surrounded by the black depth of night

Under the starry light.

Oh well, after that beautiful poetic night, it was back to a day of walking uptight. But we need energy to move on, don’t we. So we ripped open the soup packets, fought over boxes of bhel puri and had several cups of tea, enough to keep us going on. And after having so much no sir you don’t walk immediately. So while they dipped and dived into the pool I sketched a bit. Until my turn came to jump off the ledge, which after a dance and fuss I did. There’s a first time for all and first times are not forgotten!

There are too many good memories to share, guess they are better off as memories! I might have been pushed, feared and tested to my maximum limits. And now I want more!

WATERFALL at the Base camp

medium: wax crayons, eye pencil on rough notebook

Here are some the sketches done while going, traveling around and returning back from Bhopal.

(p.s. wondering why the title is Gopal went to Bhopal, my friend’s name is MathanaGOPAL. So the title.)

BLUE BOAT

medium: wax crayons, my sister’s eye pencil on rough notebook

FAIRY

medium: wax crayons on rough notebook

While I was into my sketch this little girl was very curious to know what I was doing with those kiddie wax crayons. So she slowly crept up to me and sneaked a peek, and thanks to her I learnt to speak decent Hindi. And we sketched together. Her favorite was Fairy, and that was what she did. Cool ugh!

LANDSCAPE I

medium: wax crayons, eye pencil on rough notebook

BHOPAL LAKE at Sunset

medium: wax crayons, eye pencil on rough notebook

Misty mountains

Lushy green

Tall bricky bridges

With water streaming beneath

Inspired by that, I had done this sketch. Enjoy

Article about our Group Show in DC Chennai

“Parallel Lines don’t meet. They keep traveling to infinity.”

“They’re like railway tracks, they may cross but never meet.”

“Hey forgot all your physics and basic science ahh? Did u study at all?”

“Hmph! Parallel Lines! MEET! Yeah right you want me to believe that!”

“Are you getting married?”

These are few of the comments that I remember when I told people the name of the art show that me and my friends are hosting. PARALLEL LINES MET. Why such a name? Because we are a group of five, each with a different and unique style of art. So we consider ourselves as lines that were traveling parallel until July 7th- July12th. Those are the days of our art show.

So the Parallel Lines Meet. But why met? We have been friends for 7 years, so that makes us MET! Doesn’t it!

Ok! To the point. Me (anitha), Santhosh Kumar, Karthic Kannan, Mathan and Antony, are the five hosting this show.

Dear Readers, you are cordially invited to the INAUGURATION of our show on July 7th 6.00 p.m. to 7.30 p.m. at the LALIT KALA AKADEMI.

The show goes on till July 12th, with a workshop for children on cartoon illustration and clay modeling at the Lalit Kala Akademi. All are most welcome to come and view our works, as we are open comments, critics and et cetera.

Thank you!