Back in school i was crazy about art – Painting/sketching/drawing – and i would usually find my way to interschool fests. In those days one could not just express a desire to participate in an event. One had to prove their talent in the intraschool compititions that were organised. My drawing teachers had great talent but they were unable to transfer the same to fiegity, hyperactive teenagers. Who always thought dwaing classes was a relaxation class. Speaking of drawing classes.. there were many students who had never even held a paintbrush in their entire life upto eight grade. Drawing classes don’t specifically require anyone to use paint but our teacher insisted that we use water/poster colors in our classes. Many of my classmates failed to bring the paint in his next class and all of them were shown the door. By this time i was quite familiar with paints/paintbrushes, different texture of papers and differnt techniques of painting. All thanks to my wonderful aunts who were awesome artists/painters. To this day their talent astonishes me. They carried their duties as a women.. and they didnt pursue a carrier in art. I dont visit them much.. and i am not sure if they still paint or do any form of art. This art teacher was a nut actually. Evry class he would give us a homework and by the next class all the drawing books were supposed to be on his table before he entered our class. That was okay with us. But what he used to do was not just grade the drawings. He would hold up each painting/drawing and critize it in front of the whole class. Like we were all artists and our works were lined up to be critized and awarded. My classmates werent bothered much by it. They would have a good laugh at the manner in which he criticized each drawing. Some would even immitate him if they found us doodling in classworks during classes. One year later i stopped painting/drawing cause pressure was in for our board exams. After tenth too i was caught up in the entrance exams coaching and following rat race. Its only a few months back that i started getting back into this hobby of mine. The water paints that i have are all cramped up in a box with the paintbrushes in the attic (The house i live in isnt huge enough to accomodate infrequently used articles/materials). I have worked with water/poster color, acrylic paint but had never tried my hand with oil paints or oil pastels. A month ago i bought these oil pastels. I couldnt find enough time to even unbox the pastels. Anyway today i did! And managed to make two “pieces of art” 😛 😉 Noo.. these drawings are too amature. Oil pastels are used as a replacement for oil paints(In a crude sense). There is no waiting required for the paint to dry.. the colors blend easily (Just like oil paints). Here they are..IMG878

JpegThis is one of my creations.. I had something else in mind but it turned out like this!


This is a drawing from google search that my friend asked me to draw.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Secret Santa.”

You get to choose one gift — no price restrictions — for any person you want. The caveat? You have to give it anonymously. What gift would you give, and to whom?

Have heard and seen a lot of this secret santa. The earlist of ones that i got to know were at school. The ones that people did at school were funny.

All students had to assemble in ground for morning assembly and during this time when the class was empty people had to sneek out of the assembly to place gifts into their friends bag before the assembly crowd dispersed for their respective classes. You literally had to turn invisible cause you needed to make sure that none of the faculty and none of your friends noticed your absence and god help you if you got company sneeking out with one of your friends to whom you turned secret santa.I mean he or she would keep yelling “Go keep it. Now is the chance”. I have seen people sneeking in the washroom to emerge out at the right time to carefully place gifts. The hardest part was for the ones who opned found their gifts hidden in some corner of their backpacks in the most strict teachers class who captutred the slightest of change in your face muscles. You couldn’t even show surprise and the friend who put it in your bag will be smirking away to glory looking at the controled show of surprise that you emit in small doses. And the gifts people would give.. ranging from oreo cookies, lays chips to stuffed toys. That was what they could afford at that time.

Well whatever i mentioned above never happened with me. So i am quite inexperienced in this field.

What would i give and to whom? I don’t know. May be something that brings a simle on peoples faces knowing someone loves and cares for them. I really don’t know. Too bad at it.