NAVAL LANGA

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Sitting and sleeping women are handy subjects for the painters who wish adoring the God-gifted beauty of women.

The Art: When the colour-loaded brush of a painter runs on a canvas, it does not remain mute. It speaks. It sings a song along with the rhythm of the colours. And when we look at such a painting, we have our choices, desires and purposes. These purpose are as varied as the number of the people seeing it. For most of the people the work of art, a painting or a sculpture, is an object to look at and get enjoyed and be pleased. But for a creative artist, a painting, or any piece of artwork, is an allegory. It is because in a painting the figures are intended to personify a variety of abstract ideas and the thinking.

The Message: If we know the story told through the painting, the imagination that a painter had in mind becomes clearer to our minds. After that the details of a painting function as a page of a book. The artists of western countries, mainly European, seem heavily preoccupied with painting the natural body of female and males. They have made the human body an important, a key building block of their art. In Eastern countries, barring India, the figurative paintings are still a taboo.

John William Godward (1861 – 1922), a painter with a difference, was a British painter. He was a Victorian Neo-classicist painter and a follower in theory of Frederic Leighton. Most of the Godward paintings were featuring the women in Classical dresses. His collection of artworks is rich with the paintings of many semi-clothed and unclothed females. READ FURTHERYour text goes here


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MY MOTHER'S PENCIL SKETCH

February 20th 2009 04:28
AUTHOR : NAVAL LANGA



THIS IS NOT HIS first attempt of running away from home. First time he did it when he was thirteen, studying in standard eight. He had run to the bridge, but failed to beat the cold that had sent tremors to his spines.
He had again tried it in first year of college. This time it was for the reason of Sheena. Sanity recovered in two days. Retired hurt. Sheena still lives in the street, in the same house in whose back yard they had passed hot afternoons. Her windows are still transparent, but her big brother keeps hard cloth curtains.

But today is a different day. He determines to be homeless, finally. He has no plans in mind, no weight in the pockets. In his bag he takes a few things. One pair of clothes, one pair of football shoes, and an old photograph of his mother, his dead mother.

Past. The word makes him uncomfortable. Why people canÂ’t live with the past? Though his stepmother, Bijaya, has never hurt him. Nor she has considered his presence as upsetting, despite his poor record in schools and never attending college properly. But that is not enough. She never helped putting off his shirt after he played in rain. She neither scolded him on coming late at night, nor she shed tears when he was ill. His mother, before she died, did all these things.

But today is a different day. Bijaya removed the pencil drawing of his mother. She wanted the space for an embroidered wall-piece. His mother was a drawing teacher and the pencil drawing, a self-portrait, was her work displayed on the wall. For Amit it was like a relief. When surrounded by loneliness, he would go near to the pencil drawing, put his nose on the frame of the portrait, and smell his motherÂ’s presence.

Today the smell is shifted, from drawing room to storeroom.

When caught in a web of worries, people remember their relationships, old relationships. Amit goes to Sheena. Now he can meet her freely. She lives in PG Hostel, as she has got admission in a post graduation course. Amit could not. While giving admission, they consider only the marks, and not the height of the students.

“It’s not a good ground for leaving home.”

“Sheena, I know. But I… I want my own life now.”

“Okay, I will tell my brother to find out some job for you.”

Amit still dislikes her brotherÂ’s face, especially his fan-like moustache. But he prefers silence.
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Does a writer belong to a nation?

December 13th 2008 14:03
AUTHOR : NAVAL LANGA

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If the question is asked keeping in mind the writers like Rabindranath Tagoreor J. M. Coetzee, the answer is simply a big 'NO'.

It is just like a happy accident that a writer is borne in a particular piece of land called 'nation'.

The writerÂ’s output holds his or her subconscious, mental disturbance of the displaced included, and not more of a land. Though he or she takes clues out of the realities of his or her surrounding. However careful the pen may be, the inner sores creeps out with its ink.

But it would be unfair to attribute such honour to all the writers, as writing is becoming a technique than an art. The final work is redrafted for ‘n’ number of times, and by this process the first shade of the soul is almost eroded.

And after the writing exercises, there comes the marketing mess. It squeezes out writerÂ’s personal qualities and drawbacks to the extent that the writer himself would not dream to possess the same.

So from the mirror of the final draft, the book, it is hard to assess a writerÂ’s strength and weakness completely. READ MORE>>>>

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Happiness is the thing we want to steal from every corner of our life. We run behind it. A beggar and Mukesh Ambani run with equal fever to be happy. But we really do not know what the happiness is. I too did not know. But once I got married, I came to know on very next day that what the happiness was. But then it was too late. The train had left the platform and I was open to all the vagaries of weather. To day I earnestly believe that my marriage was the triumph of my imaginations over my intelligence. I had imagined a heaven on the earth. I doubt, now, that I might have been mentally unstable in those days


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