It was a fine Sunday evening. Let me
think again.....Hmmm…Fine Sunday evening??? Not really. It was one of those
terrible Sunday evenings that you curse your job, dream about your passion,
feel homesick and miss your parents. Monster Monday had opened its claws and
was inviting me for a dreadful week ahead.
I switched on the television to come
out of this awful feeling. There wasn't much happening. All the channels were
repeat telecasting one or the other awards show, a classic movie, songs with
mindless lyrics from the latest albums and News-channels were too busy showing
the wardrobe malfunction of an actress whose first film was yet to go on
floors.
My friend WhatsApped me, "Hey Sarah, Whatsup??"
This was my opportunity to kill some
time.
I replied, "Nothin much, Madhu. U tell me"
After a delay of 15minutes she sent a
new message ,"was goin out for chats. U wanna join
me??"
I agreed and sent a "Thumbs
up" emoticon to her.
A ladies meet-up was fixed in no time just because I was in no mood to argue or discuss.
A ladies meet-up was fixed in no time just because I was in no mood to argue or discuss.
We planned to meet up at Bluebird Café around 5:30 PM and managed to show
up only by 6:20 PM. It wasn't much crowded, inside. This Café offered much
needed serenity and my friend was a treat to talk to. We ordered a Hazelnut
Cappucino with Chilly Cheese Toastizza and Macchiato with Double Cheese Veg
Wrap. Don't worry about being so ignorant about what we ordered - These are
just 2 cups of coffee with some bread, each of them costly, and sounded hi-fi.
"I came here to
attend a painting exhibition at Artist's Guild. It's right behind this Café .
Just a walk of 5 minutes. Are you joining me?"
"Hmmm. I’ll join
you. When does it start? ", I concurred.
I am not an ardent fan of paintings but
going back to room wasn't a great option.
"It's 7:50 now.
Exhibition starts around 8"
The Café bill doesn't look strange to
me, these days. I know, we are not only paying for the 2 cups of coffee and
chats that we had but also for the pleasure of leisure, privacy, luxury and
serenity. Though it didn't make sense for the first few visits but now I'm
acquainted. I know, I am sharing the cost of electricity, rent, comfortable
couches, luxurious interior design and salary slips of the employees over
there.
After swiping my friend's card,
we headed towards the venue.
The hall was beautifully decorated and
looked so lively with too many paintings. The theme of the exhibition was
"Black and White". For someone like me, who is an illiterate
when it comes to paintings, this was a refreshing experience.
We stood in-front of a painting which
depicted a young beautiful woman's face.
"This
is mesmerizing. Such an amazing piece of work", I said.
"I think, the
outline is a bit too dark", She disagreed with me.
"Shit! You are
just jealous of his work. The painting is aesthetic!"
"Oh! Come on. I am
a huge fan of Mr. Sharma. But this painting is not that great"
We looked at different paintings in the
hall. Madhu was passionate about painting and spent a lot of time watching
every single art-work with a lot of interest and passion while I kept hopping from one painting to the other.
"What is this??
Two slashes and they call it art" I said to myself, looking at a painting and smirked.
The Person standing next to me overheard what I
said and replied, "What's so funny about it?"
"I mean, look at
it. There's nothing substantial. Even I could do that"
"May be, you
aren't able to understand the painting"
"May be, the
painter thinks himself as a genius. By the way, he isn't"
"May be, he really
is"
"Let’s stop
arguing over some unknown artist and this unwanted painting"
"He is not a
stranger and this painting surely is dear to me. I'm Adithya....Adithya Sharma
and I painted this", He smiled at me.
I had nothing to reply but smile at
him, bluntly.
To be continued...
Thanks for your time.
Drop a comment and let me know how you felt.To get the update of my posts and
to follow me, click on "Join this site" button on the top left corner
of the page.
No comments:
Post a Comment