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Wednesday 6 February 2013

Another Artist Silenced???

"Another artist silenced"- that’s how the headline read on NDTV 24X7. Bangalore Gallery removed canvas of nude painting of, guess what, Hindu gods and goddesses by this artist. Yes, once again (last time it was the legendary Mr. M.F.Hussain).

I have a question, no, actually three:

1. Why this fixation with Hindu gods and goddesses? May be, their freedom of expression should expand their imagination and they should try their hands at other religions too. I have a feeling they will be hugely surprised by the recognition of their work.

2. Why is freedom of expression always mistaken with insensitivity to other people? Would you like it if someone made fun of your accent, your clothes, your food, your ethnicity, your traditions, culture, nationality or your faith? Then why, in the name of art, does one have to be so thoughtless?

3. What do you do in your bedroom? Would you like to make a painting of your bedroom activities and exhibit for everyone to view? I don’t think so. Why? Because that’s your personal life- nobody's business. It is far too private. It IS YOUR right to protect your personal life.
What about my rights? Isn’t Faith, Belief, Religion a private matter too? My relationship with the One Above is strictly my business and no one has the right to ridicule it in anyway. Isn’t that what we teach our kids- respect for all? The basis of Secularism?
Artists are supposedly more sensitive people, so how can an artist be so inconsiderate to hundreds and thousands of people who, he knows, will be offended by his fixation and interpretation? It is either being forgetful, selfish or ignorant (Nudity is anyway a very sensitive matter in all the cultures across the world), or simply too engrossed in his work to notice anything else???

For a change, I support Bangalore Gallery's decision.

Sunday 20 January 2013

That Phone Call


What is one thing that NRIs are always scared of? 

That ominous phone call- in the middle of the night, early in the morning, anytime of the day…that unexpected phone call that tells you that you have lost someone. It is the loss coupled with that feeling of helplessness…you cannot even rush to attend the last rites- by the time you reach home, it is all over. A chapter closed. An opportunity to see one last time missed, forever.  A regret mixed with guilt stays in your heart that tells you you were the only one absent.

As that feeling hit home today, it left me nervous. My first thought was to go home. Next came the practicalities. Where should I leave my kids? Should I try to find airline tickets? Will I be able to still see my grandfather, or will it be too late? I do not want to go home and see his empty bed after 6 months. I do not want to cry alone with his memories in my heart. I want to celebrate his long life (99 years) and remind myself that he is probably with my grandmother now, and happier.  But sitting so far from home, it is not easy to let go; to not remember him with his walking stick,  his conversations, his treats, his hand on your head even when his memory was failing him, or even his sickness in the last few years…

I have to admit- I hate these phone calls…