Circle of life

I was born in Allahabad and spent my childhood there till the age of 4. So i have to take a deep dive in my ocean of memories to pickup the relevant gems which were a part of my growing up. Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different? Childhood = No problems in life. A throwback to better times and even better memories. The sad part is that the place and surrounding of that place is completly oblitetred.Now so easily we capture everything in our mobile but camera was a rare item then so hardly any pictures of the sprawling house is available. Well somehow i could reproduce the layouts using my some incidenes of the past as a vehicle of travelling back in time. While composing it i could hear the echo of my grandmother's shout from the courtyard to me that food was ready. At that moment i would be spending some adda time with my cousine brother and sister who were older than me. Till i was in class 8 we would be going to Allahabad every alternate year in summer. While i was in IIT,Kharagpur during summer time i would break my journey for 4/5 day at Allahabad and then proceed for Delhi. That continued till 1964. The photo of the crumbling house was taken sometimes in late nineties when i paid visit to my oldest aunt and cousin sisters who were alive then. Now i don't visit Allahabad as all my those relatives who had seen me as a kid are no more, i can't relate with the present edifice, it appears as though a bad eraser has been used to rub off the picture.

Red tapism. ...

I have been doing watercolor painting for the last 4 yrs and paintings are in display in the houses of my friends and relatives. For the last 2 yrs I am getting yearly calendar made with my paintings. Polu, the caddy is an excellent golfer with single digit handicap, he is one of the admirers of my watercolor. I wanted to display my this painting in the Pro shop of a leading club but then they have their own complicated red tape...so I gifted the painting to Polu. I know that he will frame it up and keep in his house. After getting the painting he proudly showed to all caddies,each of them is better #golfer than most of us members. So a lesson learnt here, the social position is no criteria for getting admiration of your work,he is a golfer so he could relate the painting.

My childhood friend Tunu

When i was in primary classes then we were staying in Minto Road,New Delhi in a hired house on Press Road. It was sometimes during late 40s.We were 3 brothers then and a sister to start with. My youngest brother was born in that hired place. Tunu was the closest friend then. He was always playing and not studying much and also a mischievious one. My father did not like the friendship. He would often say that Tunu would spoil me. I got lot of beating from my father because of Tunu. I was getting 1st or 2nd position in class so my father had high ambition about me. Tunu's actual name is Krishnamurthy Chatterjee. After i joined IIT,Kharagpur i lost touch with most of my friends of Minto Road. This graphic attempt of mine is about our friendship. He was fond of detective books and i too was.