अभी हम श्रीनगर पहुंचे नहीं थे. शहर के बाहर पहली रेड लाइट पर रुके थे. बगल में रुकी स्कूटी, मोटरसाइकिल वाले कभी हमें देखते…कभी हरी बुलेट को. बायीं तरफ स्कूटी पर बैठा आदमी मुस्कुरा रहा था. हम भी मुस्कुरा दिए. बत्ती हरी हुई और हम बढ़े. स्कूटी पीछे पीछे आई…..कहां से आए हो दिल्ली से..हमने[…]
Thirteen year old Anil has big eyes and they are searching for something all the time. It sparked when he saw us opening the colour bag. “Aaap painting kartey ho?” (you guys paint?) he asked with glitters in his eyes. He was asked by the family we were staying with, to assist us in the[…]
As you know we have been writing about our Bullet travel and Painting on people’s wall. This time Shirley Ann George writes for Artologue. We met the beautiful family of Shirley, Francis, Zerah and her grandmother (Nani) through Shirley’s Son Pheroze. Read Shirley’s impressions about us and the art. We will post the Hindi blog[…]
होसूर की नर्म हवा में घुले ढेर सारे प्रेम ने आर्टोलॉग के आखिर चरण की यात्रा को सुखद बना दिया है. पहले हमें यहां एक घर में पेंट करना था लेकिन अब वहां के द टाइटन स्कूल की प्रिंसिपल चाहती थीं कि हम स्कूल में बच्चों के साथ पेंट करें. 120 बच्चे, संख्या बड़ी थी[…]
गोवा से कुंडापुर की दूरी ढाई सौ किलोमीटर के आसपास है और रास्ते में समुद्र की नमी महसूस होती है, नज़रें घुमाएं तो या तो खूबसूरत तट दिखते हैं या फिर घने जंगल. इन सब को पार करते हुए कुंडापुर के नज़दीक पहुंचते ही समुद्र तट और बैकवार्टर्स का अदभुत नज़ारा देखने को मिलता है.[…]
”I never thought in my life that my favorite God and shloka will be painted on my wall so beautifully. I invited you because a close friend referred you. Never expected you to paint such beautiful piece of art….though I have read your blogs.” That was the reaction of Malini Adiga of Kundapur when we[…]
Goa was our holiday destination but we ended up painting in a 200 year old Portuguese house there. It was all unplanned. Someone referred us to Ravi and Kasia. Neither we nor they were sure whether the painting was going to happen or not. We had a small chat on phone and decided to meet[…]
The moment he saw us, he came galloping to us like a horse. It was the moment of joy to see an old buddy. He was Tarun. We studied together in Class XI and XII. We were meeting after almost a gap of ten years. MAG on the Move: MUMBAI After the school we went[…]
The balcony panel at Versova flat of Pankaj and ShradhaIt was during one of those romantic bullet rides, when Meenakshi whispered in my ears- “can we travel the world on the bullet?”. And I replied- “I can drive, you can paint”. “And you also write about it”, said Meenakshi without any pause. I left the[…]