A Trick May Be Easier To Go With

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Unquiet Landscape Of A Different Kind

Anjolie Ela Menon

The painting is by the well-known contemporary artist Anjolie Ela Menon, titled as ‘Unquiet Landscape’, at this moment put up in an online auction by StoryLTD with bids starting at Rs 60,000+ and expected to finally fetch Rs 6,00,000 to 8,00,000!

I found it quite serendipitous-ly. Besides the quiet appeal of the ‘Unquiet’ in its muted hues, my eyes popped up seeing the going price. For I had with me carefully preserved this crayon drawing she had produced in school on the occasion of an Independence Day. One cannot fail to spot the early signs of a genius-to-come – must now be good for at least a couple of lakhs of filthy lucre?


Quite an Unquiet Landscape of a different kind though – fireworks in the sky, music in the air and eats in a basket and kids – do slim kids draw slim kids? –  in colorful dresses with eyes to the right (at least most of them)! You may note how her perception over the years – in eighties now – of the ‘Unquiet’ has sobered up in terms of the participants and their vigor in her paintings.

Removed from Ms Menon by thousands of miles and about a decade in time, how did I land it?

Well…I didn’t. And those lakhs wont be making their way to my house any soon.

My apologies for the misleading attribution, prompted by some vague similarities perhaps more imagined than real. Or a wishful but pardonable exaggeration from a fond grandparent?  I mean I do have the painting with me – only it isn’t Anjolie’s.

But no less precious, it’s dear Ani’s (8 yo)!

And who knows…I’ve started collecting!



PS: To my question why the flag was not fluttering. the painting captured that moment precisely when it wasn’t, it was explained to me:-)


Who Is The Sharpest?



Knives, Daggers, Swords, Arrows…

were all squabbling

over who causes the most hurt.

Words at the back

were smiling.


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Pleasing Asymmetry

Kolam is an ubiquitous art form widely practiced in the south of drawing patterns of dots, lines and curves laid just outside the main door of the house, every morning, welcoming ‘gods’ and visitors to the house. Unlike the welcome-mat, the kolam is never stepped on. Usually simple, on festive occasions, it gets more flamboyant and even embellished with flowers.

Every morning the area is first cleaned by splashing water out of a bucket by the maid or the housewife marking the start of the day for the entire household. An energizing sound, not annoying in the least unlike the strident alarm clocks, announcing the arrival of a new dawn and all is well with the world. A sound that I wake up to even today when we visit my sister-in-law’s place in Chennai, to the accompaniment of an orchestra of bird-calls – it meant Thaayamma, an illiterate old lady and a ceaseless wonder, at work pulling off in a breeze a non-repeat elegant design on the wet floor with no shake or break in her kolam.

The white flour – no artificial colors – used to make the kolam up is intended to be food for ants, insects, etc. – unfortunately these days in many places powder from pulverized pebbles, by no means edible, is used for reasons not known to me yet. Infrequently, flour paste is used if the kolam is needed to last longer and not easily blown away.

The ‘canvas’ on the floor also lets the womenfolk to show off their artistry and creativity, with houses trying to outdo each other during festivals. The women learn it largely from their families when young though books are available these days.

In general, it may not be too wrong to say the kolam on the outside often reflects in some ways the state of well-being on the inside.

Kolam‘s are also drawn inside the house in the pooja room where gods are worshiped.

My wife’s doing today, more as a ‘welcome’ gesture than food for non-existing insects, a simple traditional flour kolam, with two leaves instead of the usual four, generating a pleasing asymmetry:





PS: In the north the art takes the form of Rangoli that is far more elaborate and filled with colors especially during festivals.

If You Don’t Laugh Aloud Seeing This…





Source: Thanks to Gul Advani on FB.


Reader’s DiJest


A selection from the June 18 RD issue:


Scene: Bar

Me: What’s the wifi password?

Bartender: ‘You need to buy a drink first.’

Me: ‘Ok, I’ll have a coke.’

Bartender: ‘Three dollars.’

Me: ‘There you go. So, what’s the password?’

Bartender: ‘‘You need to buy a drink first’ no spaces, all lowercase.’

(Sylvia Maclain, Grand Prairie, Texas)


A %#$@^& defector moves into an apartment in Chicago, and his new neighbor asks what his apartment back home was like.

‘Oh, it was perfect,’ said the defector, ‘I couldn’t complain.’

‘What about your job?’

‘Oh, my old job was perfect. I couldn’t complain.’

‘And the food?’

‘Oh, the food was perfect. I couldn’t complain.’

‘So, if everything was perfect back home, why did you move?’

The man said: ‘Here I could complain.’



An umpire at the ATP Challenger Tour in Nottingham, England, penalized a tennis player, Brydan Klein for calling a player on the court a ‘stupid, stupid person.’

The player Klein was berating was…himself! And he was right! The penalties cost him the game, set and match.


My wife caught me standing on the bathroom scale, sucking in my stomach.

She laughed and said: ‘That’s not going to help.’

I replied: ‘It’s the only way I can see the numbers.’


Jennifer’s wedding day was fast approaching and she was horrified to learn that her mother had bought the exact same dress for the wedding as her father’s young new wife. Jennifer implored her step-mother to exchange hers, but she refused.

So Jennifer’s mother agreed to buy a different dress for the wedding.

‘Aren’t you returning the other dress?’ Jennifer asked, ‘You really have no other occasion where you could wear it.’

Her mother smiled: ‘Of course I do dear. I’m wearing it to the rehearsal-dinner the night before the wedding.’


Feeling down about my thinning hair, I told a friend: ‘Soon, I’ll never need to go back to beauty salon. Whenever I vacuum all I pick up is my hair.’

A glass-half-full kind of a gal, she responded, ‘then you don’t need to vacuum either.’


A customer walked into a post-office wanting to mail a package.

‘Two-day shipping will cost $12.95 to get it there by Friday,’ my co-worker Billy told her.

The customer, clearly looking to saving a few bucks, said: ‘The package doesn’t have to get there till Saturday. Is there any way to make that happen?’

Billy nodded: ‘Sure, you can bring it back tomorrow.’

(David Cutcher, Royal Palm Beach, Florida)




Watch Out…Could Happen To You!

‘Doctor, please help my dad, his eyes have gotten like this over the past few months.’


MD: ‘You must take him to a ophthalmologist.  He may need a scan. I know a good guy in Colaba with all the equipment…will give you a note. Do it asap before it gets worse.’

‘But, doctor, we live in Borivili and Colaba is land’s end on the other side…’

‘Look, if you’re serious about getting him treated…that’ll be 2000 rupees.’

In a few days, Uncle visiting from Thirupparaithurai: ‘Hey, whatever happened to him? He was perfectly normal when I saw him last.’

‘It’s a long story, Uncle – must have happened gradually that we didn’t notice it at all until one day…’

‘Has he been watching English movies on TV?’

‘How did you know? Lately, yes, a lots of them.’

‘Show him Hindi movies…this is what happens watching movies with subtitles.’






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