wandering thoughts! wondering people!!

2008-10-31T08:15:00.000-07:00

Steel and Art! Seemingly poles apart!
But not for a committed artist who is determined to create beauty out of polished steel scrap. The stinging bee seems to be lovely and one would like to kiss it out of affection for perfection!

Other insectslike cocroaches and the family scoffed at, come out as if they are the professional models on the ramp.

Can you believe, a toad can turn you on? Look at these two species and you will find them irresistible! Of course to put them as masterpieces in your drawing room.

This one is specially dedicated to Dear Amol Palshikar for his comment as,"chaknya dolyaachaa bedook", in one of his memorable articles in marathiblogs.net.

A fish like this would never feel out of water if it is sculpted like this one.

Bravo to the craftsmen who have created beauty and envy out of disdainful shapes and lifeless steel.

Prof. Hemant Patil

2008-10-30T22:41:00.001-07:00

2008-10-30T22:41:00.000-07:00

2008-10-30T09:22:00.000-07:00

2008-10-30T07:05:00.000-07:00

A LEAP FROG JUMP TOWARDS HAPPINESS!

THE TASTE BUD SATISFACTION OFFERED BY A LOBSTER!

A BLISSFUL POSITION CAPTURED FOREVER!

DIWALI OF 2008 WILL OFFER YOU A HAT-TRICK!

-Prof. Hemant Patil

2008-10-23T11:08:00.001-07:00

काव्य कॉंक्रीट मधूनही झळकतं! दिव्यांच्या झोतात न्हाऊन निघतं.

2006-01-07T04:05:00.000-08:00

how should i know that i have arrived? though everybody was listening to my cries, i was having only one organ, i.e. mouth to cry. My ears were deaf to the noise of congrats. My eyes were only for position on the body. my senses were yet to make me feel myself. Some unknown hands lifted me deftly and put me on a rhythm familier to me since last 9 months. That was the only sign i could recognise.
The mahurat astrologers were far away to predict my rise. The joys and pain of life were yet to reach me. My achievements and follies were not at all counted. But i had arrived in the eyes of my mother. I had taken birth in the telegram sent to my father. I was noted by the world thru' the sweets distributed by my grandpa. Slowly and surely, doctors gave me a no. Sisters and nurses gave me their fond names. Municipality delivered my birth certificate. School leaving certificate endorsed the same.
Yes! That was me. But soon, i would be taught not to say about I, me, myself. I would be guided to help others. I would be preached to think about others. I would be told, it's sacrosanct to be selfish. Then what about my existence? Who would pamper me? Who would love me? Who would caress me? Am i a sacrificial lamb?
How would i contribute? How would i get noticed?
It's simple! Get on the BLOG. Get Blogged. Publish, post or perish