Artist.

All of us are artists as creativity exists in each one of us.Only we have to discover or rather recover it.Pablo Picasso put it so aptly "Every child is an artist.The problem is how to remain an artist when we grow up. "

A home maker is creative as she makes use of leftovers & recycles containers,cases,etal.A child is creative when it makes innovative excuses of skipping school.Maids are being artistic when they rearrange things that they work with in a manner, that is handy to them ...it hardly matters that the things they use are detergents,soaps,dishwasher liquid etc.All arrangements have a beauty & purpose of their own.

In office,thinking out of box, is emphasized upon & yet more often than not,we frown on creativity.Artistic endeavours are supposed to  be the hobbies of the rich.This is so untrue.Even poor people are artists at work.The way they make use of their limited resources is artistry, in all its manifestations !

Nature is an artist as it is so beautiful.Artistry makes this world aesthetic !

All the progress that has been possible today is because someone thought differently about an idea & brought it to fruition despite the odds & the opposition.Moreover ,artistry promotes green action as it is recycling of ideas.Plastic recycling reduces pollution & that is  saying a lot ! There are other fringe benefits of providing jobs to the rag pickers etal & giving them a better life ! Hence ,as Picasso said ,we must try hard to remain artists throughout our lives !

This is the my first post for the  A to Z Blogging Challenge 2014.

Parading blog posts of fellow bloggers :

Aswathi Jerome. 

Ananya Kiran.

Really natural !

Nature is beautiful, to say the least.It is always working & the results are magical.It works slowly & steadily -never furiously like us The end result, is that nature continues to stun us with beauty, which refreshes & inspires us.

When I was small,I stayed in a place, where my dad grew a small garden. My dad, found gardening very relaxing & would inevitably be found there, tending to his numerous plants,shrubs,etc.In the backyard,there was a papaya plant.It had grown in the usual manner -having an umbrella like cover of leaves at the top from which hung some fruits.We devoured the fruits often.Once ,our backyard gate, was left open.A calf came & just ate the  the papaya top.Now, the papaya plant looked just like a stick- its umbrella was gone ! We were upset.A few days later ,we saw fresh leaves  & new shoots at the top.Very soon ,it grew into a well built papaya tree ! And then, it bore us so many fruits, that, we had to distribute amongst our well wishers & friends !


After some years,my dad was transferred to a place, on the banks of the holy Ganges river.From our home ,we could see the water of the holy river.In summers,we would head to the river & take a cool & refreshing bath.We also looked  at peacocks on the opposite banks.Whenever we had guests visiting us,we made it a point, to take them to have a  holy dip in the Ganges .After all ,how many get a chance to wipe away their sins in serene surroundings ?

In the holidays ,I would visit my mother's native village, where, we would bathe in the river & then go to the temple for feast.We hardly swam &  the cool waters were soothing in the hot summers ! I visited my grandpa's farms once in a while & we travelled on bullock carts ! The slow winding journey would make us drowsy, till we reached our destination.

When I visited my paternal aunt's bunglow in Vadoadara,I would pick up chamelis & mogras for my aunt's daily puja .The chameli shrub had wound its way towards the bedroom & it smelt superb ! I would water the garden regularly.The smell of  wet earth reminded me of the monsoons which would soon make an appearance.

After we shifted to the metro, for our college education,I thought, I would hardly get to see any natural wonders.I was absolutely wrong.My neighbour grew a small garden downstairs, just next to the building where we lived.She had planted kadipatta plant , some flower shrubs like hibiscus  & others.Her hands were magical & her plants grew beautifully ! She would give me fresh curry leaves & we would use them for rasams & sambhars.Inspired by her,I planted the hibiscus plant, in the  kitchen window, in a pot.It grew magnificently & every Tuesday,I would offer the red flower to Ganpati as I did Ganesh puja.

Again, we shifted & this time, it was a green colony, full of trees & meadows.The walks, we took,  rejuvenated us after a hard day's work.  The tress & surroundings looked, as if we were in a hill station and the temperature inside the colony was  always, below, the average, in the rest of the city.

After my marriage,I always had  a Tulsi plant for company.It keeps the air pure & can be added to tea for that herbal touch .My kid is found of puppies & is the one, who spots them on roadsides,even, when we travelling.A year or two back ,she & her friends found some puppies.They tried to cajole us -parents into adopting them & as we refused,they hit upon an idea! They would carry milk & biscuits to feed the puppies daily.In spite of this tender love & care ,the puppies died except one, which survives to this day.It is now, an adult.My kid always calls it & it responds by running behind her ! My daughter & her friends keep running after a cat, which has made  its home, in the building, where we stay.I tell my daughter & her chums to stay away from the cat which is pregnant most of the time & will therefore, be aggressive.I am glad, in a way, as she is having her own real experience of Nature !

 This blog post is written for the The Kissan 100% Real Blogger Contest on IndiBlogger.Please do share your real experiences which motivate us in enjoying the  nature even as we marvel at it  !