Monday, 29 December 2014

Comic Strip 10 - Curiosity's New Year Resolution !!!!

My last Comic Strip for 2014.

Friday, 19 December 2014

Comic Strip 9- Christmas and Curiosity.

Merry Christmas to all of you across the World. 
Share and care as much as you can :)

Friday, 5 September 2014

Happy Teachers' Day !!!!!

I have never been a fan of our education system.
it just seems their primary aim is to create uniform blocks of people who process the same kind of information in a similar precision...
A bunch of text books, quotes by few famous people, a few do's and dont's, a lot of have to be's, should be's and can be's.
You do not do it.. You become a variety in their slot...
It does not surprise me that the ones who have broken the mould and have gone ahead to create niche for themselves, are dropouts...
Having said that,I have also seen great inspiring teachers who have so much to give but have become a victim of this system.. they are underpaid and undermined.
Teachers, Doctors play with human life directly. 
They have the power to change the fate of an individual, of a nation.
You can never judge their worth as their profession is priceless.
It is depressing to see, a great service such as this is commercialising today.
However, in the light of our current situation we can never forget the legacy of great gurus and teachers who have enriched our lives.

My request to whomsoever it may concern... do not underpay teachers.
The rudimentary reason why a lot of them do not prefer a teaching job is low pay in times of high cost living. They have to provide for their families too.
An average Indian family see potential in their children and inculcate a belief that they are bound to be engineers.... Teaching job is usually the last straw..
A marginalised sector of the society wish to be teachers and unfortunately their scope for improvement is minimal.
Thanks to few responsible people... we have schools for the potential yet underprivileged kids. I just wish the trend continues.
Happy teachers day to all the hardworking teachers, who have nurtured a civilisation. 
I am sorry about your pay but I am amazed at your service despite all the odds. A good teacher can change the way the world looks.
The ones who teach for the heck of it,please get a grip. You are creating a society which thinks for the heck of it too..
Ps- For heaven sake do not call teachers and professors, Staff... they are not staff members... Respect has to be mutual... there is absolutely no compromising here...
Learn and teach.. follow, then..preach :)

Tuesday, 2 September 2014

My Favourite books of all time...

This is precisely how I work... give me a book and some black coffee... 
Oh!!! are you a ghost ? Does not matter, pour me some more coffee * Smiley*

I have been a lazy reader all my life.
The desire to read more has always been compatible with my physical inactiveness.
That is the reason why I pant like a hungry animal when I see people reading a book... I want to be that person but my body says, " Later, Madam"
However, I have managed to squeeze in a couple of books throughout my vicious three decades. ( How amusing is that ? )

Now, here is the list :

1) Bonda Paper- the paper used to wrap bondas. 
2) Tinkle, Champak. 
3) All novels of John Grisham..
4) Bhagavat Geetha
5) My Experiment with Truth - MK Gandhi
6) One Hundred years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
7) Atlas Shrugged- Ayn Rand

8) Fountainhead- Ayn Rand
9) Dravida iyakka varalaaru (Tamil)- Murasoli Maran.
10) Love in the time of Cholera- Gabriel Garcia Marquez

I understand the list seems pretty normal for an adult like me ...
John Grisham ?Seriously ??? few may ask ....
I am a novice aspiring to be a well read person..
I will get there... someday .. and I know it .

There are a couple of other books that I enjoyed reading despite my incoherence with the content of the book.
They are : PS I love you, 50 shades of Grey, Tell me your dreams, Memoirs of geisha. . 

Profoundly soapy content;however ,they helped me to get out of an eccentric phase . 
Eccentric phase + Soapy books= Diverted Mind . 
Trust me the formula worked better than my new mixer grinder.

My next buy is going to be " The Kite Runner" and"And the Mountains Echoed "-Khaled Hosseini ( What a writer !!!!)

So much for the list.

I would love to become a voracious reader... I aspire to be one...
I just hope, few months from now, I would be able to share with you, an elaborate list of great books

Monday, 1 September 2014

Goodness... The esoteric labyrinthine.

"The majority of people spoil their lives by an unhealthy and exaggerated altruism."-from The Soul of Man Under Socialism by Oscar Wilde

Now, if I have garnered your attention, let me get one thing clear.
I do not believe in the theorems of Sir Oscar Wilde. ( Half truth)
Quoting famous messed up people in some way creates a hallow around the writer's head.
 The presumption of  the so-called, 'something good' is coming by.
Unfortunately ,I seldom know if I can offer that in my perceptive writing.
* Sheepish Grins*

I decided to write about goodness of all the universal things under and above the orb, primarily because of my rendezvous with a startling incident that happened a couple of days ago. 

After going through an unmentionable clump of chicanery by the trusted ones and 25 minutes of introspection, I firmly decided that I am done being benevolent. 

I had been taken for a ride on a mad horse. So, this was it. 
I  stood right in front of the mirror, imagined myself  as a character in a Shakespearean play and embarked on with my soliloquy . 
I said, " My dear stupid woman staring back at me from the other side; You, my honey are going to be smart,ungiving and unforgiving". 
What a major breakthrough it was.  I felt light, like I was being ambushed by a vanilla flavored refinement. 
Thus, with a new found confidence I got dressed and got my grocery list ready.

My walk to the department store was flawless, I mean my cerebral walk.  

During that entire 5 minutes and 28 seconds I was plotting my shenanigans and spot on reflexes towards people who were not so kind to me. * Angry Smiley*
I reached the store, picked things on my list and before I could move to the billing section, I met a well dressed middle aged french woman.

She was blonde, impeccably dressed in knee length black skirt, a beautiful white semi formal top, neat flat shoes. She had a thin glittering chain around her neck. Her brown eyes were deep and seemed in pain. 
She was watching out for the rest as if she had stolen something. 
I was wondering what was wrong with her and then I saw her moving towards me like a tortoise ( I meant the speed, not the posture).
She said something in French. I replied to her that I was incapable of making a conversation in french and all that I knew was Bonjour and Je m'appelle Preeti.
Surprisingly, she spoke to me in English. She said " Could you please lend me some money, I need to buy Milk'.
In a couple of seconds my mind did a lot of maneuvering ... * Enlarging eyes Smiley*
A) She is from the FBI and all that drama was because I caught her in the mood.
B) She is a terrorist trying to insert a bomb in the milk section.
C) She is trying to poison the milk .
D) She is a journalist working for a top production house, questioning public's social responsibility and if I refuse to help, the whole of France will spit on my grave.( Good gracious, I am going to be on TV ) * Excited Smiley*
E)She is going to loot the store at gun point and her gun is in the milk section.
F)She is cheating people and
G)She is honestly hungry and penniless.
PS- For some odd reason I count in alphabets ....

I quickly retreated from my smart thinking while she was looking at me oscillating between the counters. 
I walked towards her and said " I can pay for the milk, do you want anything else'
She had tightly clasped a small packet of half eaten cheese. 
It just seemed that I had to pay for the cheese too.
I asked her what else do you want.. She replied, "Some water"..
All of a sudden a flock of people charged towards the milk section and the lady sprinted away.. Everything happened so soon;I could not fathom anything.

I was standing there for a while and could not get a glimpse of that lady.
Hence, I walked to the billing section facing the milk counter, hoping to see her .. * Funny scene*
Just before my turn I saw her moving swiftly with a lot of goodies in her hand... I ran towards her and offered to pay.
The lady politely declined and moved towards another section.
I presumed someone helped her but it was unlikely as there was a certain level of capriciousness in her body language which made it obvious.
Anyway, I just waited for a couple of more minutes, paid and left.

 On my way back home, I was trying to analyse what had just happened. 
My tenacity to be ungiving had failed me. 

The fact that the lady had declined my help troubled me so much that all the anger that was piled up in me, evaporated... My mind was steaming with guilt.
I was questioning myself, why am I so hung up about being kind, being generous or for that matter being good.

What is goodness ? How does one define it ? Why does being good involve an amount of sacrifice?
I know of many people who work honestly, who are diligent, who abide laws, who are loyal to their family and friends; however ,they do not help people in need. It is ironical that they are not considered as good people.

I know of people who are none of these but have sacrificed their life for the common good and surprisingly they are celebrated as the epitome of goodness.
An Individual works hard, makes an ample amount of sacrifice, earns a good living but if he refuses to help a stranger in need why is he not considered as a good person ? why is not willing to share such a bad thing ?
A dirty politician who was running a line of liquor shops in a vicinity got himself some brownie points by donating food to needy people. The fact that he was responsible for supplying liquor and ruining lives was off peoples' mind.. the food he donated made him the finest person in the town.
So, what exactly is good and bad? Who defines it and by what parameters?

The likes of Buddha, Gandhi, Mandela, Mother Theresa...
Would you , a common person ,love to have a parent like the aforementioned....?
 Someone who would have absolutely no time for you but just for the common good? Someone who would give up on their family to change the world...?
Why does my mind shriek... * when each one takes care of himself the world will be a better place*
Our human mind is dichotomous .
Being Good is what each one wants... 
But, how practical is this with such huge disparities and implementation challenges?

I am just like this donkey in the picture above, who can see his food to self actualization somewhere.. 
Likewise,I see a pile of entwined tunnels; the tunnels of the perceptive good and bad.
What do I choose and how ? This is something I am endeavoring to explore... 
I retreat and start all over again.. I find my way , 
I presume I am going to reach my goal soon but again I see a block and I return.

Pardon my too many 'I' 's but the realization that the road to satiation is about the journey and not about the end of the labyrinth,settled in pretty late.
There is nothing wrong in being selfish, keeping what you want for yourself
Nevertheless, make sure that when you are in need, these are the kind of people you are likely to meet.

I went back home, stared back at the mirror and said, " My dear stupid woman staring back at me from the other side; You, my honey are going to be smart,giving and forgiving". 
I just broke through my breakthrough to refine myself.

The road to happiness is how you define it.
Introspect, talk to yourself more, evaluate your perceptions and listen to your voice.
Travel the labyrinthine of Goodness, make that tiny little sacrifice when you can. 
You may reach somewhere , maybe not a place you had premeditated but the journey is worthwhile.

If any civilization is to survive, it is the morality of altruism that men have to reject- Ayn Rand

I presume I have garnered your attention yet again... Ah!!! the power of fame !
For the ones who have read the first and last lines, just like how I read my textbooks.. Trust me, you have no clue what this piece of rambling is all about.

Never mind.. nothing really matters !!!

- Preeti Venkateshan


Tuesday, 26 August 2014

A vague song of an estranged Marrow

She paused; she heard a moan of pain throttling her uvula.
Should I struggle or be content?  Should I stay or perish, she asked.
Again, she paused; a stifled sob slipped out stealthily.
Long silence followed, ­then again, her voice, the putrid dusk stirred.

She wrenches her arm with aimless vigor and shrieks like a feline phantom.
Gliding along the vermilion walls, she murmurs words that rhyme.
Come to me, beckons her haunted memories bedecked in silver geranium.
I cannot come my love, she says, for I fear dark blankets and Chime.

The ineffable prophecy of my sorrow tells me I yet have the inner swarm,                                                                                                        
Like a soft spot on a ruthless man, like a desolate widow’s lone revelry.
If only I could cede my delusion, as if it was a cavernous storm,
My undying hope shall not be nugatory as a fleeting reverie.

Untangling her frizzy hair with fingers brown, Some tears of feign she shed.
The tears that fall unfelt, forging truth with perennial guile. 
Her love does not revive mirth anymore; her fear touches none with dread.
Her sorrow cuddles none with pain; her life embraces none for a while.
There were moments when her amour was hourly heard as hourly spoken.
When the long, sunny days of bliss, sparkled like a gleaming beacon of hope.
Where the moon juiced out all its light and filled her cup of faith unbroken
Her sparkling three winks of time, Still never dreaming of the two- faced strop.

But again how could she refrain from slipping into the vicious scheme of dubious life.
To bruise round her fallen utopia, that drops feigned tears upon her barrow
She cares no longer and desires to leave, where she can rest her inward strife.
But, before she goes by, she sings a vague song of an estranged marrow.

Preeti Venkateshan.

Ps- The picture displayed is not my personal property.

Monday, 6 January 2014

Comic Strip 6 - Curiosity goes to a New Year Party

Here is my first comic strip for the year 2014. Wishing you all a prosperous year ahead !!

What's up 2014 ?

It is that time of the year, where I rekindle my memories and see “What have I done so far”.

Facebook had an option to highlight the special moments of 2013. I said to myself, “How would you know Facebook? Let me write one myself”.

Firstly, I survived a year. I had presumed the world would end on 21 December 2012 and I was so sure it would be due to tsunami as I live quite close to the sea. Maybe I was destined to see another Revolution of the earth! 

I have always told my image in the mirror, “I do not like your body,” and this year I realized what happens to a person if the body replies,” I do not like you too”. Honestly, every limb hates me  Now how good is that?

2013, the year is special to me for so many reasons.
I speak in present tense, as the year is not over.
Like every year, this year I had my own set of enlightenment, without sitting under a tree.

My life is like watching a tennis match.
The match, where the two players are contradictory. Where one player
represents innocent people with pathetic lives and the other player represents pathetic people with luxurious lives

I realized everybody’s lives are complicated nevertheless few do not deserve to be treated that well or that worse.

I always wonder whom should I look up to, the ones whose lives are unfortunate and feel how lucky I am to breathe air, and to see another day or should I look up to people above me and wonder why can’t I be there if those morons can make it . 

The tennis got too tiring so I embarked on playing squash with my conscience… Playing against your own walls with your own balls, saved a lot of my "Your brain time". 

I developed an unfettered reverence for Middle Eastern movies. Their flair to stick to who they are and their confidence about what they believe in, amazed me. For a change, I realized not all throw bombs and molest women and Children. 

I made new friends on Facebook and blogger, mainly through the world of web, lost few, got blocked, blocked couple of stalkers. My Facebook year ends with 251 amazing people in my quote unquote “friend’s list”. I reduced it from 850… so someone’s fortunate, is it not? (bad humor) 
I profoundly thank each one of you for being there and being receptive of all the stupid things I say and Photoshop-ed pictures, I upload. For those kindhearted people who are willing to meet me, Facebook is deceptive. 

For the first time ever in the history of my life, 2013 recorded the least amount of fights I have ever had with anybody. The reason being I hardly interacted with humans on a personal level. However, I managed to get blocked by some people for unknown reasons. Wish I had the option to like them. 

The most important aspect of this year on a personal level was to see my baby grow. 
Every inch of what she does makes me forget all the pain and I could not have done anything without the support of my family and good friends; Thank you so much for that. 

I embarked on cartooning this year, just another step in the gigantic world of creativity.
I am so happy to be the recipient of, the support and encouragement of my family and friends. 

My writings were published; my dream of becoming a writer is taking her baby steps now. 

To summarize 2013 has been a good year for me. It does not imply I was devoid of adversities. Fortunately, time has taught me how to move on with it. Moreover, this year especially, I am glad for every second spent on this planet because I know even while I am typing this, there would be millions out there, struggling to breathe. 

If I had to choose a song to represent my life that would be “Bitter sweet symphony” by The Verve.
I walk my life, in my path no matter what, despite all turbulences. You like me then you may walk with me, if you do not, that is fine, you were not destined to be with me at all.
I can’t change my mold, I can’t walk your path as I'm here in my mold …I'm a million different people from one day to the next and I can't change my mold.

I feel guilty for having a good life while the others struggle, I may not be helpful or I may not go out in the streets making a difference, May be I just have good intentions that is not put to action... But I believe in my destiny. If there is something for me to do, I know I will do it. Maybe my time has not come and maybe it will! Until then, I choose to refuse to believe in what others say about my baby steps, “You are just an empty vessel”.

That is about it, a boring and narcissistic view of my 364 days.
The fact that I survived to see another day brings me immense joy.

A very prosperous 2014 to all of you.

May time give you the chivalry and tenacity to move on with your complicated lives, with an immaculate smile

Comic Strip 5 - Curiosity meets Santa.

Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate the most beautiful festival of the year . 

Comic Strip -4 Curiosity goes to Prison.

Sunday, 5 January 2014

New Woman

Blast from the past.
Year- 1998, Poem- New Woman !!!!

New Woman

Oh Beautiful ! For you are the woman who has risen,
From the fettered graves of your affiliated slavery.
Guiding the pain through the closed walls of your inner horizon.
You have nurtured a tempest through the ashes of your cindered reverie.
Pioneering a path that you shall never return
To the mourning realm of your serrated past.
Alienation of the affliction could never be deferred.
You had to move places as the dice was already cast.
But now,
You are empowered to swallow freedom in your ravenous trap.
And to carve the words that was meant to be spoken.
Incinerating the ethical norms and sacrilegious scrap.
You have strewn the imposed rule meant to be broken.

Preeti Venkateshan

One of my favorite painting Artist- Amrita Sher- Gil

Amrita Shergill, an eminent Indian painting artist, a stunningly beautiful woman with an amazing talent. Amrita's art has influenced generations of Indian artists and her depiction of the plight of women has made her art a beacon for women at large both in India and abroad. A classic artist who flawlessly imbibed the complexities of her life within her beautiful paintings. The beauty about her work is the intricate yet innate marination of modern sensibilities with traditional values.
Of all her beautiful paintings, I liked this one.. It is a self painting nevertheless there is something about the picture and her expression that makes me want to look back a million times.