Some old Paintings !

Years back, I had the habit of doing some paintings when ever I find myself free..or even I make myself free from other activities to do paintings.. I am not a good artist and all, but used to paint some small small stuff at least for my own satisfaction.. But now it has been many years since I touched the painting brush and pencil.. very long since I have done something of that sort...
Anyway here with, I am sharing some of the painting which I have done many years back...

Today, I was just thinking what is that keeps me away from all these interests.. what is that make my life so mechanical with out all these..! Is it my busy corporate life that keeps me away from this. Might be... But the question is unanswered..!

All this paintings may look so childish... yes of course, It was done long long back during my school days... paintings of a child's crazy mind...

Now it is high time to check if pencil and paint brush still suit me and it go according to my mind and wishes..!

First crazy thought

This is my first attempt of blogging. Let me start with a crazy story of mine!!!

That was a Friday evening and I was on my way to home for the weekend. I have got into the bus and fortunately I got a seat in bus near to the font door. As time moves, bus was getting more and more crowded with students and people who go home for weekend like me. I was happy in getting the seat to have a comfortable journey.. and so far so good, looking out at the evening sun rays spread on the sky through the window of bus.

Sometime later, one lady got into the bus with one kid, there were no seats available and she came and stand near to me with the small kid in hand. Even though I feel sympathy to her, I didn't want to get up and give my seat to her. I normally don’t mind in doing so, but that day I was very tired after work and bus was so crowded. I do not want to struggle standing in the bus for rest of my journey. I kept my eyes away from that side acting as if I did not notice the lady and kid in her hand. But my mind started blaming me for behaving with out humanity. Finally with half mind, I looked at her offering the seat. It seems she understood it and given the kid to me. I have taken the kid to my laps, he is around 1 year old. I felt proud of me in helping them. I was so tired and started sleeping after half an hour or so.

After few hours of travel, suddenly I woke up from sleep when the child started crying or moving around. I kept the child properly in my laps and looked outside through window of bus. It was almost reached my destination and it was still dark outside and time was early morning 3.50AM. Then I noticed that the kid's mother was not standing near by me. I turned around and search in each seats. By the time bus has reached in bus stand and passengers started getting down from the bus. My eyes were scanning the whole bus in search of that lady who gave the kid to me...

Now there are only very few passengers in the bus and they are also about to get down. And I am sure the lady is not there among those. I started worrying thinking about what to do with the kid. The kid is sleeping peacefully in my laps not knowing my worries. There is not much time left for me to think because one by one all the people are getting out of the bus.

Then I approached some of them trying to say, what actually happened. Some of them were not even listening to me and they were busy to get out of the bus and go to their own way. Some others were looking at me as if I am a criminal. no body seems believing me.. I thought of handling over the kid to driver or conductor of the bus and leaving to my home. But no one is ready to take the kid from me. They have gathered around me and looking at myself and the child with doubt or unbelif in what I am saying. I could even see pity, sympathy in some their eyes. But no one is supporting or believing me... the world around me was so cruel to me!

I had to catch another train from here to go to my home and it is getting late for me. But what do I do with this kid in my hand. I felt as if I am alone in a big crowd around me. I have started crying when the world around me not at all believing me. Among then, one young gentle man is saying 'He would have abducted the child for gold and after removing the gold from child body, now he want to leave the child'.... Oh god. I would never even think about doing such things. All I did is helped that lady when she was struggling to stand in bus with a kid in her hand!

They have planned to call the police or take me to police station along with the kid. I am so worried and afraid to go to police station itself. I was about to leave the kid on the seat and move away, and then one person caught my collar and slapped me. Suddenly I shouted, got up from my bed, opened my eyes and looked around for the kid and the crowd. Then I realized that it was a dream...!

A crazy dream...!!!