Innocence +Kathleen tessaro +writing spirit , continued...

At first the same friend got this book from british library,  I didnt read it but later when I started. I found it how true the editorial review is that
"Its irresistible"

So ofcourse I liked the book because its a chick lit. means based on a women and many such feminine aspect.

At first it started in a doomed background of london and a lady taking class at evening. and later the references of her college life and love life came and it became interesting.

I like the kind of books which gives us nothing to imagine further. As when we are reading we kind of have a expectation in our mind that how the story might go. but then it suddenly changes and we have to start building our possible outcome. I like this process as it starts anew each time we encounter a shock in the flow of story.
Kathleen creates a very good plotting of unrelated and related links among the events. Joining them together as a simple quilt of dispersed patterns.
So Evie is a single working mother of a son named alex, she is going through her life, actually dreading through it with all that she can.  And suddenly her college friend appears in the middle of the sentence and she is so over powering though out the novel.
I cried the only time when she has a baby, Oh I never have encountered anymore beautiful scene written for child birth.

She just creates the entire scene with such elegance and to top it off the quote which melts your heart as if that can be the only feeling a mother can have once she has her child. utterly perfect.
We learn about how Evie has ended up being a single mother after all that she had. and you go on, exploring more and more puzzling plots to find out where the story ends.
and oh my goodness. It doesn't end.
I want to confess that I am not a very good reviewer, one should never reveal what happens in a book, which I realized when I had read a small comment about someone being dead in a novel and when I read it I was practically looking for the scene where he is gonna be dead. It was best book yet because I had read one spoiler about it ,It spoiled the entire fun of reading something unknown.

So  I am not going to reveal what happens in the end. but it just doesnt end. :D
now you'd say why should we read the novel which doesnt have a proper end, but I think thats the beauty. Like the kind of book in "The fault in our stars", the protagonist is so tortured by the idea of what happens to the characters further. And you are left with your imagination to feel safely that Yes! this is what I wanted. She gets to live with something that I imagined she will.
:)

So this was one more addition into the book I have read so far. and found out two things, as

when you are in any bad situation, Repeat this like a mantra. and this shall pass.
"This too shall pass!"
and no matter how much withered you are in your life, It always has an end to the suffering, and we do get the things which we want from bottom of our heart :)

merci amigos... :)

Happy womens day...

Have you ever felt that in a moment, you are really happy, and you feel back in some times if you had taken some other route you might not have been here to experience this happiness.
:D
well its what happened with me when it was around 6.45 pm on 7th of march and I was standing in a meeting room where the director of company where I am doing my internship was giving us brief about upcoming few months and I was so very glad that I decided to continue my internship here.

since I have already have a final job offer I might not be continuing here as an employee but if I had a chance, I would have been really happy to be here.
First of all I would like to say somethings about the founder of our company who is sachin, and I had been really inspired from him all along since I came in the loop with company.
He said yesterday while he was giving us a presentation that it was his vision while he started the company to act as a vendor for the company which he quit. and now after the 4 years of struggle they are so very close to the moment when its about to happen. And when they will get PO for this project we will all have a celebration for this achievement.
and I actually felt that this is what achievements should feel like, the thing you wanted from very long time and seeing it come true :D you feel as if its all still a dream, but they are real than reality.

Well perhaps I will be somewhere else in few years, but I really want this one to grow very much and achieve thriving successes in upcoming years, so I can say that I have worked with this amazing team and company in their initial days. :)
 and so today we also had a little womens day celebration, where we all ladies got flowers and cards saying "Happy Women's Day" and chocolated. :D and its definitely gonna go in my journal entry.  also all the male staff in our office :D well I am excited to hear what do they write about me. I will update it in the evening :D

So Happy Womens Day. Well I personally feel its pathetic that we need a day to celebrate the gender we have, and I feel there should be a men day as well :D because We are both equal part from which our society is built up and their being with us should be also celebrated. Well lets hope in upcoming years that day will come up as well. :D

Even then, who doesn't like to be celebrated and pampered for a while. So Happy Womens Day! :D

OH MY GOD!!! LEO finally won a oscar.

Once I was just surfing on Internet, and found  an uplifting quote, (it was supposed to be :P)

"when you feel low, think that you have as many oscars as Leonardo Di'caprio has"

at first it seems a joke isnt it? but now lets take a moment and think about it. Leonardo was the man we fell in love with the moment he first laughs at that card tables, when he has just won the ticket to the titanic. So after all the movies I have seen him in, has his entirely focused persona on his character, and I know that we do not doubt that he is the "The" best actor of all the time.
And The Academy awards is the "The" most prestigious award in the field of cinema.
I cried my eyes out when he is killed by the psyco husband in the great gatsby. It was him who actually fitted the man in gatsby in my imagination after I watched the film.  I actually shouted when he gets killed in the last moments of "The departed". And Jack, oh jack was kind of a person, you want to exist in reality. The handsome looking, gypsy artist. What more could you ask for.

  Then even the after theres no doubt in the minds of each and every people who admire Leo, He wasn't getting Oscar?
The quote suggests that, no matter how capable you are, or no matter how much you want something, you wont get that unless the time is right and the fate isnt convinced that you have tried enough. :)
but ...
 finally Today I read news and I got that leonardo has got that something he deserved from so long time.  and I was smiling with happiness that he has broken the spell and even then He has got his first oscar after almost 25 yeas he has achieved the thing his fans yarned for.
:)

Well its another kind of reverse uplifting quote.

Keep going on you'll. :D Leo got his oscar, our targets are even smaller. :D

And The post is for one of my most favorite artist. Pascal Campion.

His name is Pascal Campion. Perhaps his name we misunderstand for Champion when we read it first time. :D but its really is just Campion.
On one really late night, a night before my finals I was looking for something awesome to draw (because yes I get really these painting and sketching cravings one night before really important exams, and when I start to feel guilty and sad that I might be wasting my time, I remember John Lennon quote , "The time you enjoyed wasting, was never wasted." :D so  I was just happily wasting my time before my finals, in search of something magnificent to draw. And I saw this one painting, painted in all yellow light, at first I didnt got what that was about. And like a magic on screen the dots of colors and pieces started to make sense. And I saw a smiling girl reading a book in a big comfy chair.
You know some times when we find something, and we feel like, "yes, thats what exactly I do." and it was one of those moments. I could picture myself in the big chair, reading a book, and smiling at some humor from the book and the yellow light peeking through windows. And thats how I found Pascal and his amazing way of art.

And above is his introduction from his website, www.pascalcampion.com.

PASCAL CAMPION IS A FRENCH-AMERICAN ILLUSTRATOR AND ANIMATOR RESIDING IN THE SAN FRANCISCO BAY AREA.

Born in River Edge, New Jersey, Pascal began his art career at a very young age of seven when his older brother Sean, gave him the task of “copying” comic books covers in exchange for Pascal to read the comics!  At the age of three, his family relocated back to the south of France, where he spent hours sketching and drawing both comics and the beautiful landscapes of Provence.  In 1998 Pascal began his studying narrative illustration at Arts Decoratifs de Strasbourg, in France.  His formal training emphasized storytelling through art, and also happened to be the last class that was taught without computers.  A year-long study abroad in Boston at Tom Snyder Productions cemented Pascal’s goals and determined the US as the place to establish his professional artist career. After graduating in 2000 from the Arts Decoratifs de Strasbourg with a diploma in Narrative Illustration, Pascal’s brother Sean built him a new tool: a computer. It was the beginning of a new form of art for Pascal and a digital artist was born.

In 2001, the appeal of paradise combined with employment took him to Honolulu, Hawaii where he worked at PREL developing online educational games. In 2002, he joined the start-up studio, Bent Image Labs, in Portland Oregon.  Here Pascal honed skills as a commercial 2D artist and then becoming a commercial director and collaborated on campaigns for clients such as Ritz Crackers and Reese’s Pieces.  The productions were always fast paced and Pascal thrived in the environment, further mastering his stills in speed sketching as well as creating many personal animation works.

In 2005 Pascal moved to the San Francisco Bay Area to be a Senior Visual Artist for Leapfrog where he was responsible for the creation of many Leapfrog characters, storylines and game development for LeapFrog and its partners.

In May of 2007 Pascal married in San Francisco and in 2008 their first child, Lily was born. His intense passion for his family thus began and he has been carrying that flame and inspiration in his work, and has become one of his hallmarks.

In 2006 Pascal began to truly develop his own art and style, but lacking time due to his full time job, he had to come up with an efficient solution.  It was then that “Sketch of the Day” was born: every morning, first thing, he creates a sketch, albeit full color, and a story unto itself. This routine has yielded an archive of close to 3,000 sketches and over 30,000 organic Facebook followers and growing numbers on Tumblr, Twitter, DeviantArt and Pinterest.

As a freelance artist since 2007 Pascal has worn many hats in the art world; from conceptual design to visual development for feature films and television; to creating commercial animation for clients such as Chevron and Disney; as well participating in DeepGreen movie. Today, his current list of clients includes: Dreamworks Animation, Paramount Pictures, Disney Feature, Disney Toons, Bent Image Labs, Cartoon Network, Hulu, They Might Be Giants, Insignia Worldwide, BRC Animation Arts and PBS.  He is represented by Shannon Associates in the field of publishing.

Pascal is excited to be involved in so many diverse and exciting film, print, and commercial campaigns. Recently, Pascal has pushed his personal work into exciting new territory, as he evolves his work to Fine Art.  Pascal debuted his first solo art show at the Galerie Arludik in Paris France in January 2013.  If asked, he will say his inspiration to create and work hard stems from his family. Wife and Business Partner Katrina has helped to create both a thriving business and an energetic home life. Father to Lily, and twins Max and Colin, Pascal loves to draw from his life experiences and moments that bring him true meaning and satisfaction.

Usually he looks like a homely guy, but his work, Oh my. I instantly fell for the expressing way of his illustrations and his beautiful way of capturing something we can never speak in words. I love the light and the small details of pictures, the slow falling snow and the hard falling rain. The beautifully lit roads and lovely characters. and I started following him on pinterest, twitter, his blog site like a crazy stalker.

I never actually liked the perfection in the art, or the pictures which seems real or something. why should they seem real, they are paintings right. Reality is there to see, why you need another duplicate copy of it? so that is why I love illustrations and the animations more because they are not perfect, but they make you believe that they are. Its like even by being incomplete they are complete in a way.
I loved loved loved pascals work, and just as I cant get enough of his illustrations by just looking at them, I started making their Watercolor paintings. and it had become a really awesome part of my collection. obviously I dont pose them as I have drawn them, since they are actually creation of his world and his creativity. :) and I only try to keep them for my satisfaction to keep something close to me which has inspired me a lot in terms of expressing something in painting.
I am posting some of his paintings below, I hope you guys might as well like those. :)
So... To Pascal campion, his name should actually be Champion since he is a champion of catching moments difficult to catch in a simplest way. :)

Nothing gold can stay

Nature's first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leafs a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day. 
Nothing gold can stay.

The first time I read this poem, it was in a book. "The outsiders" 
And when ponyboy recites this, the scene seems something magical, I reread it. again and again. but sometimes you know, this happens as we keep reading a line again and again but yet our mind seems not comprehending anything. I was always good at writing meanings of poems when I was back in school but this... It had something deep within to interpret it and understand it.  
Few days ago, on Saturday 23 I was lying in my hall, reading a book and enjoying my start of 4 days long holiday due to consecutive  week ends and national holiday, when I had a message from my father to leave as early as possible as my grandmother was serious. It took me a minute to absorb what was happening. I felt as if someone had punched in my stomach. I wanted to cry out loud but I didnt know why. And after a while I got that this was it. My deepest and scariest night mare had came true. The message was followed by a call from my neighbor telling me that I should leave as early as possible because Grandma was really serious. But somehow I knew I was never gonna see her again . Dead or Alive.
I packed somethings enough and started my journey to my home where they were already in preparation for cremating her. At first I told my father to wait till I get there, but then I found that it was just an emotional urge, and they couldnt possibly wait till 12 to 12.30 am till I get back to my hometown. 
What I first noticed when our bus started its journey that It was a full moon night, and all the way till I reached  home the full moon was in sky. Not for a minute I lost its sight. 
I remembered all the laughs and moments I had spent with her. a poem I wrote for her when I was in 11th, and I had my first realization that she might not be with me for life time. and how her being there had affected me in every single thing of my life. 
The first time she ever surprised me when she said that "We all are born differently, and we only have these bonds of blood to depict that  I am someones daughter and someones son, one should never grieve for death, as it is as natural as and which has no control of human beings" 
Even after that I didn't want to believe this at the moment, I cried all the way from pune till my hometown, and when I was finally there. There was no body sitting on the couch or in chair or just waiting for me even thought I come late at night. 
There was just a small lamp burning where she used to sit, and my mother gingerly took me in her arms, her eyes swollen due to crying. and Then I felt, it wasnt a nightmare after all. She had actually left me, left us. I couldnt cry, couldnt cry anymore, I felt as if tears wont come out, even if I tried. We stayed awake that night, for long, remembering her, talking about her. The next day people came to meet and asked what happened, and my mother told them. each one of them, the same thing.
"she just went in her sleep. We didnt even got when she passed away, She went without making trouble to herself or to others"
 I wondered why this doesnt seem hectic to say the same thing 100's of times, but the answer was always there. It was good, talking about her. feeling that she was in our memories and she will be always. On the third day, me and my cousin went for the further funeral where the ashes are collected, and I felt myself crying to the fact that, how can only our bones and ash remains at the end. Is that all? One day I might be there, but isnt all the things she taught me, which I learn from her matters. We weeped silent tears while returning when I remembered how we would laugh with her, how many things of her had contributed to me being whatever I am today.  
When we returned home, it just felt as if she has went out to bring flowers or just at my aunts at mumbai or just out somewhere. I just felt as if at any moment she would walk slowly through door, but that would never happen now. 
When my friend asked me "Am I alright?" I had only one answer to say that I am all fine. and thousands of things to tell. 

My grandmother was a huge part of my life always. I always respected her ways to look at all things clearly, to give everyone a fair chance. To give opportunities to everyone who had been wrong, To love everyone in her family silently without claiming it. She loved travel even in her 85th year. She nurtured her 9 siblings and all our family just the same. She didnt just read the philosophical books, but she understood its actual meaning. She taught me to not to just pray but the peace it gives us. 
My mother used to say that it will be really difficult for me to handle her death, but it wasnt difficult, it was  impossible to agitate that she was no longer around. but somehow I knew that she will be always with us. with me.  in one form or the other. 

And the morning when I returned home, and I watched sun rise, painting the whole sky to golden first. and I knew the meaning of Robert Frost's poem above.

Our child hood is the best part of life, the first green when we are new to everything around us. Its the golden time. the best of the times. Thats important and hard too, because it is something which needs to be happen. Life needs to take place.
Our young age is the fruit of the persons life, But it lasts only for a short time. 
Then we grow and watch the others around us being in a young age, and we feel as if we are being old. The energy starts transferring from one to other,
We became sad for this part, but The old age brings out the new ones to play the part we played few years ago. Dawn goes down to day.
No matter how bright and amazing person you were, ultimately everyone will face a fall. And so nothing golden can stay. 

I felt it more intense that, because when the best person leaves us, their absence reminds us of how much we miss them. How good it was to have them with us. 
and I told my friend that "Nothing golden can stay, but that not staying matters. because it gives inspiration for something more bright and best. Its good that I never got to meet her when she was not anymore a person I saw for 21 years. I remember her laughing a toothless smile, walking slowly by taking walls side. reading book by keeping it so close to her face until it touched her nose,   praying in front of gods.  I dont remember her Dead or not alive.Its like she just disappeared into clouds. Clouds slashed with moon lit starry sky, Clouds drenched in golden sunlight.
 She was always golden to me, and always will. "

To Loving Memory of Granny. 
Miss you a lot. 



Yours always,
Gundi. 

OMG! the future is finally here... B-O

Who has watched the film, Wall E? well many of you might have. so there was this nice futuristic vision of world set where people were choosing the food they want to eat from the mobile devices they had in their hands. right?
few days ago i downloaded an app for Fasso's and there were many food items onlines displayed, and also status of my order as now the orders placed and now its cooking and when it was finally delivered. I found this so much similar with the way people in Wall E were interacting with the things. Isnt this is the same way we are dealing with shopping or food now a days?
We see things in advertisements, and search for them online, we place an order for them and they get delivered at our door steps. Ha... Isnt that is the same way as our future was predicted few years back :D
and now the next big thing is Internet of things where our devices will be controlling themselves and contacting among themselves. and it will be just as robots operating among us. well it seems like we are going into the future more fast than we might had predicted, isnt it? :D

so heres to the our next future when we might get things delivered on platter once you wish for them. :D
OMG! the future is already here...

To Natsamrat…

कुणी घर देता का घर... या तुफानाला कोणी घर देता का...

The first time I ever read this dialogue I thought the sarkar word was actually to address the government. But when I saw the play in terms of movie on screen I found out what that was really about. And I really really regretted not being born into the era of such extraordinary piece of art which shakes you from bottom.

I could have never guess how much emotion and pain it involves to be a actor, an extraordinary actor that you forgot to live. I can still hear the dialogues which nana patekar delivered that you feel as if you want to understand each and every word of it.  You want it to repeat till you understand, till you soak it as a sponge soaking water.

The great piece of art, the great piece of literature, the great play…  after a while I started to feel where does these people get this inspiration , the passion that their creation are used to measure all the other creations. In our era of loud and show bizz, have we really lost the touch of innocence and ability to think beyond limits. People have spent nights and nights on creating them, and what do we celebrate today?

The one line of “ I really like you” said by ganpat to his wife at the last of their life together, seems thousand and thousand times real and romantic than a proposals in thousand movies with red roses and violins on background.  But even then, we will watch the movie and forget about it after a little while.  Perhaps back then people didn’t had glossy theaters or tech to create the high definition films but they had so much more creativity I think. If one glimpse in that era can make us this surprised  I cant even imagine what they must have felt when the third bell rang and the curtains opened, which led them to an another world. as the protagonist in today’s film says this theater has ability to create entire world within it.

Again a wonderful effort to let us have a look at our treasure of Marathi literature.  To Natsamrat…