Madhubani

Hey Guys

What's keeping you excited these days ?
Well, I had been longing to buy Madhubani Paintings for my home for a long time now.
And I found a few good ones at Chithra Santhe, an annual art fair held in Bangalore. The set of three paintings I got frame one wall of my living room completely with a traditional Rajasthani bench below.

I just love the vibrant colors used in Madhubani art form. The free hand drawings and natural dyes give these paintings a raw rural charm . You can read more about Madhubani paitings here.

Madhubani either depicts Hindu gods and goddesses or nature. I got paintings with peacocks, fishes, elephants, trees and the sun on them. These birds and animals are supposed to symbolize happiness, good luck, prosperity and fertility.

Here are few pictures from my home:

 

How do you like them? Do let me know.

With Love
Renu
       

           

Of India & Ethnic Love

I love..

Decor, Design, Vignettes, Creative Corners, 

Indian Art, Handicraft, Eco-friendly

Fab India, Anokhi, Good Earth

Raw Silks, Cotton, Chiffon, 

Madhubani, Tanjore, Mysore, 

Ravi Verma, Vintage, Antique

Block Prints, Bagh Prints, Kalamkari, Meenakari

Copper, Brass, Bronze

Fall, Summer, Spring, 

Sunday Soul Santhe, Chithra Santhe, Delhi Haat

Dhokhra Art, Pipli Applique, Warli Art

Coasters, Table Runners and Palcemats

Ikat, Batique, Bandhej

Terracota, Cermamics, Wooden

Urlis and Pots and Kettles

Peacocks, Parakeets, Lotuses

Rajanigandha, Frangipani, Roses,

Corals, Mint Green, Peaches

Modern, Contemporary, Chic

Ethnic, Bohemian, Traditional 

Brocades, Tussars and Georgettes 

Heritage Hotels, Boutique Cafes, Palaces

My Visit to NYC

Today I went to visit the city of New York. NYC has been among my top dream-destinations, so I feel very peaceful to have roamed on the streets of Manhattan. But I can not deny the fact that it is extremely overwhelming to see the vast ocean of crowds, the magnificence of sky-scrappers, the grandeur of the museums and the ubiquitous billboards.

I first went to Madame Tussauds Wax Museum on the Times Square. Luckily I met Sara, beautiful Canadian girl who was also all by herself. In the museum, I almost hugged Shahrukh Khan, touched the feet of Mahatma Gandhi and stood gracefully by the side of Bollywood Badshah Amitabh Bachchan. Overall I felt that the wax museum is over-rated.

Shahrukh Khan wax statue

Next, I decided to go to the Madison Square Garden, the biggest arena in the world for hosting events. I walked all the way to this place and on the way kept playing peekaboo with all the Sephoras and the Beauty Arcades and the High-Fashion shops, followed by a cab ride by the Hudson and the barren Central Park. It’s so hard to resist those shops, which sell the most chic and the most stylish of clothes and accessories. I also went to the street-side shops to buy some souvenirs.

As the sun was about to set, I marched towards the Empire State Building. It is considered as one of the seven wonders of the modern world. After the security checks, the we were taken to the 86^th floor of the observatory, where we could have a 360 degree view of the gleaming Manhattan. The observatory was flooded with people, couples getting all lovey-dovey and kissing each other, photography enthusiasts trying to capture their best-shots, excited kids and tourists like me who had long carried the dream of visiting the place. 

Manhattan Downtown view from 86th floor of the Empire State.

I was also swindled by a desi-“I love souvenir”-gift-shop-guy, which in a way enriched my experience as a tourist. All in all I had an amazing trip to Manhattan, New York. Every city has its own character, its soul.  I felt as much as you get lost in the vastness of New York, the city lets you be yourself. Though the grandeur of New York consumes you, it’s spirit liberates you.  

I <3 NYC. 

London is next on the list.

The Gentleman from Guatemala

It is 9:30 pm. The sky is still dark blue after the sun-set. I wait for the escort with the Giant Eagle poly-bags in my hand in front of the Hamburg Hall. The escort arrives and as I get in, a cheerful voice of a 60 something man greets me. He says "Hallo!" in his heavy accent. His happy disposition leads me to reciprocate his greetings and I ask him out of courtesy, "Hows your day been?" And this kick-starts my conversation with the Gentleman from Guatemala.

He tells me that he came 34 years back to Pittsburgh.And that it took him six years to learn English. When he first came to the US, he went to Washington DC area. He has family there but everyone speaks Spanish. His grand-mother was an Indian and that is why he has black hair even at the age of 60.  He runs his hand through his black thin hair and proudly announces that he doesn't have a single grey hair. He continues

When I was in Guatemala city I was a teacher and spoke Spanish. But I got transferred to a new place and had to learn Indian languages. There are 23 Indian languages and I learned the ones which were easiest to learn. I can speak K'iche (Quiche) and Kaqchikel. These are two of the 23 officially recognized Amerindian languages.

I ask him about Guatemala.  He happily talks about his native place in the central America. He says there is the lake Atitlan surrounded by three volcanoes in his place.

The Pacific is a one and half hours drive and the Atlantic is seven to eight hours drive from his home-town. A lover of the sea and the beautiful beaches, I ask him which ocean does he like better. He beams for a moment and says, as a child his mother used to take him to the Pacific coast. The beach has black sand. It is volcanic in nature and during the day it's very hot. He has always hated the Pacific coast. While the Atlantic coast has white sand and he loves it. He loves it because the white sand is rare.

To me, beaches without coconuts is like a party without desserts. I ask him do you get coconuts there?

He says that his mother had a farm along the Pacific. She used to grow Coconuts and peppers: red, green and black. He continues with excitement that he loves spicy food and his wife cooks delicious meat with lots of pepper in it.

I imagine this short, little-stout Latin man, with black hair and slightly wrinkled face in a tropical setting. I'm lost in my own world intrigued by his tales. He speaks almost animatedly looking at me through his rear-view mirror

Guatemala has all sorts of fruits: mangoes, apples, peaches, coconuts and he names some 5 other fruits. Guatemala has 60 varieties of mangoes ! I tell him that India has around 20 varieties of mangoes and the best mango is called as Mango Alfonso. To this he says that the best variety of Guatemalan Mango is called "Pashte". Its very sweet and has strings in it which get stuck in the teeth.

I guessed the specie of mango must be very fibrous in nature. And he talked away about some Pashte, that is found in the sea and is used to scrub one's body. But, I was swept by the memories of how every summer my parents used to take my brother and me to a fruit-farm and we used to gorge on amazingly sweet desi-mangoes to our hearts content. We had arrived at my stop and it was time to get down the escort. I thanked him for driving me home and bade him good-night.