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Art Blog: The Day God Went Dancing With Me

dancing with God low resLast weekend, I was really feeling low and feverish, and all I wanted to do was stay in my bed, huddled under the covers. But it was a close friend’s birthday … someone who has stuck by me through thick and thin. I literally remember at around 12 pm talking to God and saying, “ok dude up there, we have to get up and go. I am going partying, dancing, drinking because this friend means a lot to me, and you gotta help me through this cuz I ain’t feeling sick or feverish or low through his bday celebrations. You do what You do best!”.

And I got up, showered, got dressed and landed up for the party. And boy did we enjoy, laugh, eat amazing food, dance, laugh a lot more 🙂 Took lots and lots of photographs. Somewhere around the evening, he took this pic of me dancing, with the sun setting in the background and reflections on the sea.

I posted it up, and a friend pointed out that an angel was dancing with me! The setting sun’s rays actually formed an angel on the waves of the sea! At that point I KNEW God had gone dancing with me that day. He had done what He did best … He took care of me and ensured I had an absolutely incredible time.

Now how does it get even more AMAZING than this? 🙂

This artwork was done using Charcoal on Paper.

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Art Blog: Goddess Laxmi – where it all began


In 1999, I was sitting bored, watching TV, and on a piece of paper, I started sketching this Goddess Laxmi from a Diwali greeting card.

When my mom saw it, she insisted I make the rough pencil drawing look better. So I got calligraphic pens and did this sketch. I got a cousin of mine to help me draw the eyes because I was not too confident in doing it.


That’s when my mom found a teacher who used to teach painting at home and she pushed me to go for those classes. I used to think – OMG its my weekend, my job is crazy as it is, pleaseeee let me sleep. But she saw in me a talent that even I didn’t believe I possessed.

As I started going to those classes, somehow the passion instilled in me. Until that point in my life I wasn’t sure what my talent was, what was so special about me as a human being. Somewhere there in those weekend classes, I discovered a side of me that made sense to me.

Colors made sense to me – the shades, the hues – it all made sense, even though I could not figure out the true colors of people. Brush strokes made sense to me even though I could never tell the intentions or motivations of people. Creating paintings by mixing and experimenting made sense to me even though I could not figure out the manipulative nature of people. Even when I messed up and had to restart a canvas again – even that made sense to me – but I could not understand the way people would walk away without giving things another try, another chance.

They always say even when you don’t understand yourself, your mother does. And my mom understood that her daughter is not like anyone else. She helped me find a way that I could express myself, gave me a gift that I could grow and harness in order to make sense of the nonsensical world around me.

Even now, when I’ve been stuck in my life, it’s usually been phases where I have not been painting. As soon as I take my brushes and start to paint, I pour out all my feelings, confusions, insecurities, anger, rage – everything – into it, and within days, my life shifts. Everything makes sense and it all falls into divine order.

And then at work I would be stuck trying to come up with ideas. Seriously how many ideas can one come up with on a daily basis?? In my head I would start to create a painting, and ideas would flow. If I needed something solid, I would take my canvas and the dam would break 🙂 and we delivered at work.

You all might say ‘you always had the talent leena’ but deep down I know that it was my mom that pushed me, believed in me.

This is where it all began. 🙂 My art. My paintings.

Thank you mommy.


Brain on Fire: My Month of Madness

Brain on Fire: My Month of Madness by Susannah Calahan

I was browsing through Amazon, looking for some biographies or memoirs to read, and the title of this book grabbed my attention – ‘Brain on Fire’.

It is a memoir reportage written by a journalist Susannah Cahalan, who lost 1 month of her awareness, her ‘normality’ when her brain got effected due to a rare illness.  Susannah is just like one of us. Intelligent, hard-working and driven with ambition, a woman with a solid career.  Within a matter of days, she lost the consciousness that defined who she really was,  and soon she started to lose control over her speech, thoughts, movement and was very nearly committed to an asylum.

The book is brutally honest. She has tried to make sense of the lost time using journals her parents wrote and maintained, hundreds of interviews with doctors, nurses, family and friends, medical records and videos … and the effort in detailing, in understanding the ‘Other Susannah’ shows.

It shows the strength of her family and boyfriend, how they stood by her, believing her that she was not ‘losing it’ when doctors could simply not diagnose what was happening. It shows how she kept trying to battle the ‘other Susannah’, the nightmare she went through when her body attacked her brain.

This book actually brings out a fear in you. One day everything in your life is absolutely normal. And the second day, your life as you know it, starts to spin out of control and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.  The one major organ that controls everything, from what we think, do and feel consciously (or even subconsciously), to all the processing of ‘signals’ our body sends us … there is simply no replacement to our brains.

This book surprised me, and I would highly recommend it.

Rating: 9/10