Friday, June 26, 2009

Michael Jackson, the ultimate creative artist



It was so sudden and just hit me out of the blue. When I read the news this morning online I was out of words though I wanted to express what a great artist he was. Someone wrote"Cardiac Arrest during show at O2 arena would have been more dramatic, befitting jacko." and that really hurt me. Why are people so heartless and prejudiced? Can't they simply look at Jackson the performer and leave out the rest?

I just want to share what little or more I know and understand about creativity and artists.
Artists are these very sensitive set of people who have extreme emotions.

That is why when a normal man looks at a square, he sees four equal sides and and four equal angles joined at 90 degrees to form a regular quadrilateral shape. But show the same to an artist and he sees a stage, an ice cube, a chess board, a table,a book, a photograph, even a square watermelon(honest, its possible, Google "square watermelons"). The list is endless, the difference between the engineer and the artist is only their imagination.

I also believe that only when this imagination hits a new frontier that it transforms into creativity. And this extreme creativity gets recognition only when it goes out of boundaries, because only then, they can get singled out from the others. And to out-perform other such performing, creative,artistic geniuses is something only a mad person can do. Yup, you got me, I heard that there is only a thin line between a genius and a mad man.

That brings me back to the equation, of our common man who is standing on the first rung of this creative ladder and trying to laugh at the creative genius who is standing on top of the hill, a headliner, all alone. That also brings me to the question why are artists so lonely up there? Afterall they have toiled for all their life(being singled out).Jackson would've competed with others as he found recluse in the admiration, adulation and encouragement (the by-products of success). And believe me he would've worked harder to keep getting more and more like an addict. He was also a perfectionist, you can see it in his music videos and songs.

It is an awfully lonely and insecure place to be above everyone else because you don't know why people are being nice to you, you assume it is probably the money and the fame. You lose your sense of judgement, you are in for many disappointments when you realize that your mother or brother is with you because you are their walking, talking bank. That's devastating. You feel insecure and get scared that you are being manipulated by everyone around you with sweetness for money??He probably didn't trust all the women too and treasured his own company.

I can fathom the insecurities which Jackson probably went through, all the rifts and pain, all the media glare which he would've liked in the beginning, but hated or couldn't do anything about later on.... He's just not a whacko jacko, he was a legend, who will probably live on...as long as music and entertainment live.

Love is in the air



There is a good way to start the day. Listen to some beautiful music. I was listening to some great lyrics, yeah, all yester-year music had great lyrics...I decided to spread this beautiful poetry around. This is one of my faves, by Kenny rogers. I never liked Kenny's white beard, that's why I didn't marry him (Hee,hee, even my husband sports a beard, but I told him otherwise, that I fell in love with him when he was with his beard, so he better not shave it off) I can be sucha pain...just kidding, actually he looks better with his beard that's why to keep up my-attraction-to-him-quotient high as ever, I asked him not to.

And you decorated my heart(Watch it here)

Kenny Rogers

All my life was a paper

Once plain pure and white

Till you moved with your pen

Changing moods now and then

Till the balance was right

And then you added some music

Every note was in place

And anybody could see

All the changes in me

By the look on my face

Chorus:

And you decorated my life

Created a world

Where dreams are a part of my heart

And you decorated my life

By painting your love

All over my heart

You decorated my life

Like a rhyme with no reason

And an unfinished song

There was no harmony

Life meant nothing to me

Until you came along

And you brought out the colors

What a gentle surprise

Now I’m able to see

All the things life can be

Shining soft in your eyes

Repeat Chorus


Ahem...how many girls are floored, lemme count. I know that a smart guy will use these lyrics, like present this album to the girl whom he wants to floor...women are such emotional fools.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

General Knowledge



Come April, and all the schools are out campaigning about their "summer camps" for those pests called children. I also like to send my kids to summer camps where, they are kept busy with some dancing, singing,playing,painting whatever. I was not really expecting them to emerge into Picassis(feminine for Picassos) but simply let them have a good time. In fact I really don't want to strain them but learn something only when they are truly interested. I never went to a single summer camp in my childhood, (actually there weren't any except the ones organized by Bal Bhavan which was on the other end of the city) and spent time reading books and innovating new ways to spend time. Well, I'd really like to put down the questionnaire which was given to my 4+year old. You can read her answers inline.

General Knowledge Questionnaire

Q1.How many bones do we have in our body?

A1.Donno.

Q2.How many times does our heart beat in a minute?

A2.Four times.

Q3.How many continents are there in the world?
A3.Donno.

Q4.Who is the President of India?
A4.Donno.

Q5.How many states are there in India?
A5.Donno.

Q6.What is the capital of India?

A6.Donno.

Q7.Name the biggest animal in the world?

A7.Giraffe

Q8.Which state do we stay in?

A8.H.S.R.Layout.

Q9.What is the capital of Karnataka?

A9.Donno.

Q10.Who is the father of the nation?

A10. Daddy.


Amen!

(Mummy now gotto go and interview daddy)

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Que sera sera


I have been through such an eventful period these two months that encapsulating all of it would be a huge task which I do not want to take up. I maintain a blog not because I want to share every event of my life over a public platform, but to aesthetically put down some little sparklers in my life which I can check back every once in a while and smile.

One such thing happened the other day, after my younger daughter's fourth birthday, the same day Obama swore in as the President of the United States. I had a hectic morning after her B/day celebration and fell asleep. I felt something rustle near my ear and woke up to find my little one motionless and dumb-struck like a thief caught red-handed. I demanded to know what she was upto and she said"Don't scold me or beat me". I agreed to her negotiation. She then said" I put sand in your ear" On further inquiry she revealed that she had brought some sand in her dungarees' pocket from the sand-pit in her school. I really did not get angry and found the whole thing so amusing. I mean I am usually impressed when someone comes up with anything original (because I consider myself highly ingenious)
And my daughter just beat me.
I named her Anuhya when she was born. It means "the unpredictable" or "something which is beyond imagination" [ooha means imagination]
That was the last thing that I could ever expect. Imagine. Sand poured into the ear. What was she thinking???Beats me.