Drawing Challenge - Day 17 - Favourite Plant

Last year, we had a small plant grow in the little planter in our kitchen balcony. A tomato plant!

It was really a surprise, because we never planted one. Probably the kitchen waste that I keep throwing there once in a while to fertilise the planter led to it.

I have attempted drawing it, but I could not resist putting out a photo of the pretty little thing.

Drawing Challenge - Day 16 - Inspiration

Sometimes I myself wonder if I am really shallow. May be I am. But one thing that I am certain of being is honest.

So when I started wondering what inspires me, for today's drawing challenge, I thought about several famous personalities, some people who have touched my heart, memories that made me stronger, etc etc.

But to be frank, when I wake up each morning and have a few minutes of quiet, it's none of those that come to me on a daily basis. I mean, sometimes these do come to my mind, but not each day. So what is it that inspires me each morning to kick start my day with complete dedication and enthusiasm?

Money. Enough money that allows me to fulfil my little-luxurious dreams, and those of my loved ones.

Yes, money inspires me. It inspires me in so many ways. It inspires me to work harder to gain more. When I have it, it inspires me to bring smiles on the faces of those who are less fortunate. It inspires me to buy little moments, presents, and vacations, that help me weave beautiful memories!

Drawing Challenge - Day 15 - A Family Portrait

As if I had not messed up enough when I drew myself on the first day, and my friends on one of the following days... Now this challenge is taking me a step further by pissing off my family this time, after I draw non-linear faces and stick diagrams out of them. (Ugh!)

But then, family is people who you can do anything with... and perhaps, draw any way you want!

So here are the two handsome, intelligent and loving men of my life, who make for all the family that I have. I cannot thank them enough for the way they love me so dearly each day, despite my madness.

Drawing Challenge - Day 14 - Favourite Fairy Tale

The pumpkin chariot,the fairy Godmother, the tiara and...the glass shoe! :)

 

Well, I found my price...and the shoe fit just right! :)

Drawing Challenge - Day 13 - Favourite Comic

Read loads of them as kids, but who can ever forget computer se bhi tez dimaag wale... Chacha Chaudhary??

PS: I love this drawing too! :)

Drawing Challenge - Day 12 - Your Most Recent Accomplishment

In the life of a journalist, passing every single day is an achievement. Imagine waking up each morning and getting frantic phone calls, emails, etc, questioning your ability and calibre! Like they say -- A journalist is as good or bad as his/her last story!

That happens with me every single day! Sometimes I achieve and at other times I lose.

AND THEN, there are certain days, when my hardwork pays, and the founder and chairman of one of India's most successful technology company write this to me...

PS: I have attempted to draw my inbox there ;)

Drawing Challenge - Day 11 - A Turning Point In My Life

Anyone who knows me would easily be able to point to the one point in my life that turned my ship in a direction I had never imagined! While the moment when I lost her did change a lot of things  for me--inside and outside--the real turning point in my life happened long before that fateful night. About two years before.

I totally hate that my light-hearted drawing challenge is becoming such a mush-affair with this one (and nothing here is sad, it's just nostalgic), but I don't want to leave a lie drawn on my blog for my generations to read (YES, that's how long I plan to blog here, hehehe).

The real turning point in my life was when I saw my closest person struggling with her health. Doctors, hospitals, path labs, tests, reports, medicines, syringes, the works! Ughh!!!

I pray NO BODY has to EVER get into that cycle of hospitals and treatments, because it is just too painful for the one suffering and those around him. The two years when I saw my mom go in and out of treatments, meeting doctors, trying therapies, medications, etc, led me look at life in such a different way. It turned and twisted something within me each day... one day at a time.

Those two years tested my mom, my family and me to the extremes. I saw a lot of people reacting in strange ways. I was young, but I started getting exposed to a life without a shelter. No one to save me from injustice, harshness and abuse that the world inflicts on all of us. But I was really young for it all.

Just one fine day, I was not the kitten wrapped in my mommy's arms, safe from anyone and anything. I was out there, exposed for the world to throw its realities at me.. and I was too young to even build an armor. There were those who looked me in the eye and gave me strength, and there were those who looked me in the eye and gave me the shivers.

I struggled to figure out who to trust and who not to. I was a little girl.

Impressions of those two years, whether it is the memories of my last days with mom or the memories of people around me, are so fresh in my mind even today... over a decade later... that if I sit and think for 10 seconds (and allow them to haunt me), they would start flashing like a high-definition movie playing in front of my eyes.

Well, while I and everyone else thought that I was a little girl, I happen to remember every single word that anyone said to me or about me; I happen to remember just how it all made me feel; I can't forget the bruises and abuses--mental, physical and emotional. I was a chubby little girl, but I remember it all. Everything!

There's such pure joy and such crude pain trapped in the memory of those two years that I don't think I will ever be able to forget them, or even let them fade.