Art , Artist and Appreciation

Life is a supreme level of an Art and you should feel lucky to be living one . Every work which consist of colors, music and words is an Art and in more or less composition every work has these three elements in every work . There is no work which does not have colors , music and words in it so every work is Art so of course everyone is an Artist . Only thing is not everyone can be a painter, musician and writer !

Art is form of presenting any work in more creative aspects . Art can be materialistic or idealistic but it all has origins from human brain . Art acts like a bomb which is very compact but create a powerful impact . We humans are blessed as we can taste and test what Art is ... as no animal rather than human will be reading this blog . 

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No matter from which stream you are , if your work does not consist color , music and words then you are not even working . Right from a watch men at parking lot to the overpaid surgeon,  everyone has got some relation with colors, music and words . So everyone is an Artist but 'professional artist' is one who learns to create a illusion , reflection and narration of what he wants to express and gets paid ... is an 'Professional artist' .A painter a musician and a writer ... a magician , a cook and a pilot some are idealistic, some are materialistic respectively , but at last all are noone other than living artist !

Many people assume 'Artist' as one having smoke in between two fingers , Chai in hand, bands in wrist , uncombed hair , unshaven faces , sleepy eyes and cough in lungs . Well this assumption is not totally wrong , but a real artist is one wants to present his work neatly and mostly does not care for presenting his body and manners many times . Even in parties or even at funerals artist find themselves lonely , because they have their own world to create .Some Artist don't like to fake a smile and showcase their sorrow ... art is oxygen , water and food for them . Sometimes pinch of hard work gets them a success which adds spice of glamour to their life but real artists never wants glamour ...they need  appreciation .

Appreciation is mother of artist , it is source of energy and inspiration as Sun is for Earth . A round of applause, a praise , a good remark or a good comment can really act as an ignition for aspiring artist to express his views accurately and widely . 

Even if a artist does not get a good acceptance , better platform and best awards ... Appreciation is most wanted , from satisfied audience, reader , customer , fan follower . Teacher or banker or soldier even a Nagarsevak deserve a appreciation if work is really done in best way possible which should be paid . 

Humans choose path where they are appreciated and anticipated . There are many many many talented artists who should get into a race . They need a word about them to spread , get platform of your heart and mind to share there talent . 

So choose your favorite Art to pursue , be a Noble Artist and always Appreciate others work if good . 

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Words

Look at this words caged down on the blank paper . Every word has its own story , own place of origin , different language of origin . Looking straight into eyes of readers words held in cage are so much lazy but yet alive . Lisentance to complete a sentence .A piece of paper is world , home , cage , prison for words or but a book can be called as Circus of Words .
ke a criminals in jail , words are completing their

Words are like animals which perform in circuses . Creating a story , hunting a perfect words , writing them down in perfect manner is work of Writer , as same as Hunter conducting a circus . It is very difficult to catch a good, exact, healthy and meaningful word , for which a writer has to go far away from chaos of real world to the Jungle of words . You know ? Books are great dense jungle of words with many many many paragraphs as their trees , there are rhyming rivers and even sometimes personified rainbows , rain of wisdom and food of imagination .

Well this words mostly come from books and books are made up of trees ... trees are natural , so we can say words are fruits of trees too . But as trending thing  ' Trees are cut down to make paper on which Save Trees is written ' ... what a blunt comedy i would say .

Have you ever seen lion acting as a Hippo ?
But this words which act as animals performing in circus keep on changing themselves . Leave of tree act as going away . Read which is alone working in three tenses looks same but pronounced different respectively . No & Know look different but called with same name . To , Too and Two are three brothers called same but look different .Why 'NIVEA' is pronounced as NE-VI-A and why not NI-VE-A ? 

One day to get something from market i first opened the gate , got outside & again closed the gate but wait ! As it rained roads were still wet but we were already late , so i told let us take a taxi . When we reached market i got confused by variety of items to buy and to which shopkeeper to say a unwanted good bye . So, after a good deal , we left the market and turned towards left on the road .

We wanted to reach at Rich Cafe  , where even to eat peanuts there were spoons , knifes and forks .
Meeting ended soon and we came back to our English Circus at Nineteen Hour .

Eight at night we eat . Soon we slip on bed and got to a sleep . In morning i witnessed a rising Sun with my son . He is very curious about words . He is influenced by Wright Brothers and want to write a article on them and so he was asking me for right words . I suggested him some jungle of words to go through and mentioned to carry Jungle of MEANINGS with him as a map which is called as a dictionary .

I remember same day in evening i met his classmate . Who used 'u' instead of you and was confused in then and than , when i got to know his name , i no more wanted to be alive , even i got confused to whether pull or push myself in some valley of death . I concluded my unplanned meeting with MR. Shakespeare and also i returned home alive and written this incident in my diary and later wrote a letter to father of Mr. Shakespeare about changing his name to Columbus as he was discovering new form of words he knew .


Well , from market i got a new E-Jungle which replaced my many books , magazines , newspaper at which i was looking to . Suddenly i heard some noise form near a well . There was drunken Mr. James fighting for gems his wife possesses .

This words are getting very hard to maintain as some animals are in verge of extinction . Some classic old words are on death bed . This circus of words is not much explored nowadays .

Clowns are fighting for Crown and Kings are in love with lady in a gown .

I sometimes visit universe of words means libraries where no word is spoken only read and written .

My words  my world .

Where gigantic may be my ant and tiny would be a Ross's dinosaur . Cute may be a lion and dangerous would be a panda .

Writing is really conducting a circus of words .

P.S - Thank you readers ! happy to announce that i have  Completed 2 years as blogger few days back . It's all due to i only know to write which i dint perform very correctly i know . Mainly Its all your love , inspiration and love for My Words ... which make me write .
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Flying elephant

 She realized it lately that it was not her regular route as she was looking down and walking with tired body. She was lost in herself when suddenly a huge shadow covered her and went away quickly . It happened twice but she realized it third time and looked up . She rubbed her eyes again and again as she was too amazed, shocked and curious about what she was seeing . Her smile curved up with glitter, eyes widened ,eyebrows went up and her neck went from right to left witnessing something very unusual that evening, when even Sun was trying to get every glance of that miraculous thing which was a ' flying elephant '.

She was in a new place , no one around and her mobile stopped working .Partially a desert partially a green, soft cold breezes touched her suddenly and a sweat slipped through her body, it was not a Earth  .A murmuration of birds flying in sky and there was huge elephant following this formation.

Aviators covering eyes, neck had a yellow muffler, with a ears flapping back and forth , a short tail floating pleasantly to set direction , two front legs to accelerate and rear two legs to land, clouds dashed with huge head,long trunk inhaling a fresh air. For instance elephant looked like surfing over birds formation , some instance later it looked like swimming in a sky but really elephant flying was the truth . 

As the formation moved she moved herself to look at it as it was magnificent view and comedy to see a huge elephant behind it which got a smile on her face but soon she realized this wont be a reality as she had read , watched cartoon of 'Dumbo The flying elephant ' manytime. She thought it would be her dream she is in .

This circus lasted for few more minutes as everything dressed itself in darkness as Sun abandoned .She suddenly started crying loudly as she wanted to go home when she realized this is not a dream as she was insomnia patient  .