The Women Knew About It All Along!


The Ramappa Temple near Warangal so uniquely named after its architect was constructed in the 13th century during the rule of Kakatiya’s. Its richly embellished sculptures rival the feast laid out by the Hoysala’s in Belur (12th century).

Here are just a few snaps of the icons and panels available on the net:

Musicians and Dancers in ecstatic postures:


A long chain of 523 elephants walking around, sculpted all differently on the base of the temple:

520 elephants walking around all different

And here’s our lady wearing high-heels!

HighHeels Ramappa Temples

Unfortunately, there are no video clips I could find in English explaining the sculptures and their intricacies.


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Secret Inside

How often we have stood before a painting and wondered about the artist’s intent! Here is a beautifully simple piece and the artist’s take, no less beautiful.

We dance round in a ring and suppose,
While the secret sits in the middle and knows.
– Robert Frost

“…This is a new painting, in size about 11″ square on paper…I call this piece Secret Inside.

I really didn’t know what to think of this piece after I painted it. All of the elements fell into place strictly from a compositional standpoint, without a lot of rumination over meaning or intent. They simply worked in the context of the scene. It wasn’t until I had time to step back and study it for a bit that it started to reveal its meaning to me. Or at least what it means to me. You might see it differently.

I began to see the interior scene as the secret self, the part of us that we seldom expose to the outer world, which is seen out the window. The guitar represents our hidden self-expression and creativity. The painting on the wall (looks suspiciously like one of mine) represents the desire for beauty and the book on the table, the desire for knowledge. The empty bottle symbolizes our weaknesses, our vices. Perhaps the desire to forget.

The table shows what might be seen illuminated in a glimpse from the outside and the overall darkness of the interior reveals itself as that dark part of us that is never visible to the outer world. Or which we hope is never visible.
As I’ve said many times before here, this is only my personal take on this. You might see something completely different, perhaps something much less symbolic or you might see it as something darker, more sinister.
It all depends on your own secrets inside…”

It’s GC Myers again working his magic with amazing simplicity! Check it out at

Many thanks to him for kindly letting me carry it here and spread the joy!


Man’s Scheme Of Things

Here’s another one on ‘Garden’ – four over hundred words.

‘Look at the chinar-lined vistas, blooming flower-beds, shallow terraces, smooth sheets of falling water, and wide canals studded with the stepping stones. Beautiful! Breath-taking! If only man had created this world…’

‘Well, our four-legged friends, also the finned and the winged ones, would be very nervous about it. They would want to be more than ending up as garden curios, gawked at in zoos, farmed for meat, or reared as house-pets, assuming they don’t figure in circuses or in labs anymore.’

‘Animal rights, eh?’

 The stray dog behind them morosely thought, ‘Forget it, he wouldn’t have another man around to share his world and women.


The Shalimar Gardens in Srinagar was built by the Mughal Emperor Jahangir for his wife Nur Jahan, in 1619, and later, extended on the order of Emperor Shah Jahan. ‘Shalimar’ meant ‘Abode of Love’ or ‘House of Joy’.

On sighting these Gardens, the Emperor was believed to have recalled Amir Khusrau’s farsi couplet:

‘Gar firdaus bar rue zameen ast / hameen asto, hameen asto, hameen ast’
If ever there is Paradise on Earth / It is here! It is here! It is here!

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A ‘Natural’ Art

A hundred and five words on ‘Garden’ in response to Aheila’s challenge at:

The Garden is an intricate blend of nature’s bounty and subtle human creation, a celebration of aesthetic expression and appreciation, a forum for seamless dialogue between the creations of man and nature inviting interaction and exploration, an ideal retreat for public leisure and awakening of human sensitivity to the environment.

Touch the rocks, partake the fragrance, feast on the landscaping, hear the rustle of the leaves, the bubbling streams and call of the birds, and savor the fruits right off the trees!

An evocative bouquet that awakens the mind to the beauty of life, to a grateful prayer for the gift of the five senses!


Well, I had never looked at a garden before in these terms. Was bowled over by this alluring imagery.

Would the real be a climb-down? Perhaps, not. This is about ‘The Garden of Five Senses’, a project of Delhi Tourism and Transportation Development Corporation.

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