A simple picture, just a common one but capable of transmitting tons of a feel, refreshing and inspiring soothing the brain waves. I simply feel like getting lost into it swimming to the miles of peace and tranquillity. It’s human weakness to share even trivial most things with others on earth and I too can’t resist my temptation to fall in line with this phenomenon, hence this picture here.
‘Things of beauty are a joy for ever’, it is said. A green beauty like this is not only so soothing it inspires divine thrills too.
Nearing a full century of life in a few years to come, Maqbool Fida Hussain, a great icon amongst world fame painters, continues to look the same age wise as he was a decade back, nay even much before that.
Age fails to leave any mark of it on him. Difficult to know as to what could be the secret of his longevity in life despite lot many odds he has to encounter every now and then and is always surrounded by some controversy or the other receiving at times even threats for his life on account of his controversial paintings. His mixing up with women and girls in whose company he is seen very often at times promiscuously too remains a subject of hot topics not only for the media but equally for the common people. Still looking so energetic and smart in a style dress he appeared as one of the guests in an Award giving function under the auspices of Zee, was quite in a form and could speak eloquently in chaste Urdu addressing the audience with a prologue '...main to haseen chehron ka aashiq hoon' ( I am lover of beautiful faces) adding that this sort of love on his part is never confined to a single person (obviously he might be having Madhuri Dixit Nene in mind) but any one looking beautiful is my favourite. Possibly his love for beauty, say beauty divine, is the secret of his long life.
Not good at photography but a thing that is beautiful is bountifully appealing to me. Visiting Chandra Shekhar Azad University and taking a stroll in its botanical gallery I couldn't resist my temptation to catch these blooming flowers in my camera knowing fully well that a blossoming beauty has its own way to reflect itself any where irrespective of the fact whether one who captures it in his camera is a veteran in photography or just a layman in the field. In the words of Keats, '...things of beauty are a joy for ever'. http://www.photogb-log.com/2008/05/favorite-photos.html
Making its way out, peeping through the bush leaves, glancing upon the passersby, it's a full bloom rose single handedly heralding the message of fragrance that emerges from love, love for every one, love for the world. There are thorns too but they are the ones that support it, they are the ones that protect it against any potential onslaught giving yet another message to the mankind that good and bad both can not only survive together, they can very well proceed ahead supplementing each other on any move. Inspirationally this single rose is strong enough to guide the humans to survive in odds and yet be able to do something good to others.
Start of the very civilization on earth had the element of necessary negotiational propensity both in humans and animals. They talked amongst themselves and in times of some kind of a dispute or the other they did work on drawing a compromise. Some one who could do this job in a better manner was chosen as their leader assuming the role of the head of the Panchayat. The system in the case of humans got much elevated turning into the shape called a legal system and judiciary took the charge of giving decisions, the decisions that had a legal stamp. Prejudices played a role in Panchayats and so they continued in the judicial system too. It was a panchayat or it is a legal channel, prejudice has all along been a dominant factor in both the cases. It is not always found necessary for the courts to deliver their judgements just dispassionately, it is mostly done on what kind of feelings the judgement giver individually develops for the accused. Amrapalli, a heart throb of thousands in her days when Budhism was in its infancy, was abandoned by her parents for the reasons not yet traced by historians and was pickedup by a locally influencial man named Mahanaam from his mango garden who adopted her as her daughter. What name was to be given to her was a matter referred to local Panchayat where a senior member proposed that since she was the child found in a mango garden she be named as Amrapalli. Amrapalli becoming an adolescent, she was extremely charming to the point that many of the people including very important ones started fighting amongst themselves to get her. This matter again was referred to Panchayat. One of the members who was very considerate and serious about her as a chiled when deciding a name for her came with the proposal that since she was found in the mago grove of their village, she be made a wife of all in the locality. This member was a senior one elderly and aged but he turned out to be the one failing to resist his lustful
temptations for her. Then onward Amrapalli was a prostitute dragged as she was to such status by the Panchayat which worked on personal temptations instead of an impartial view which could otherwise have given her some place with dignity. It was the past but present too is in no way different so far as human behaviour is concerned.
