Wednesday, 25 September 2013

Mumbai Z-I Workshop - 2

On the heels of the first exposure of Zentangles in Mumbai in the first workshop came a request for a shorter version of 3 hours introduction to the methods of Zentangles workshop, and 6 very enthusiastic and charming ladies came in to attend it on 23rd Sept. Once again Meghna was the host at her Crafts studio at her residence at Juhu, Mumbai.

Their first tiles at Mumbai Z-I Workshop 2
It was an experiment with me to create enough interest among the participants while giving them maximum imparting that I could manage within 180 minutes together.


Hiral Kanakia, Prachi Doshi, Vinita Maroo, Lajja Shah, Sonal Punatar and Mitali Maniar at work.

And the feedback words they left behind were the greatest reward for me.
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It's a wonderful art and very meditative for sure...I would like to surely learn further as it's an art without any rules and regulations and freedom is my desire, to live life...

Zentangle has shown me and my doodles a path...I don't want to stop here...
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For me it was getting engrossed in something unknown to me leading to happiness at the end. Feels like I keep drawing it, create it, churn it again and again to reach at the extreme level...

Zentangle is a new direction for me to go to meditation and get lost in it. I am loving it. It gives me a sense of freedom to do anything I want on paper.
***
Really enjoyed. Very relaxing, need more time though.

Could never draw, or create anything artistic. Zentangle gave me a newer outlook about myself. Will definitely practice it.
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Something very interesting and new concept. Can be easy if your hand remains steady...

I was too engrossed when I was doing it.
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Had a very interesting time and learnt a unique art, I have to say.

This is the best meditation technique I can ever do, or think of. I am sure I would be able to take it up in a more advanced and different form of art.
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Great!

Felt so connected to life. As we feel we can plan life and see things would go the way we want, but after this workshop I felt that we rediscover better things than what we had planned. Go with the Flow!!!

I am so very exhilarated with these feedback and reflections from  my these students. Thank You All.

D I L I P

PS: I will be in Mumbai again between 19th to 24th October, 2013. I will be happy to conduct one or two workshops during this period. Do get in touch with Meghna on her mail id mercyitsme(at)gmail(dot)com.






Monday, 16 September 2013

Z-Inspiration 4

The value word for this edition is TRUST


Confession:
Dear Visitor,
I have failed so far maintaining regularity in posting new value words for this series of posts under the title 'Z-Inspirations' I did some soul searching, and found that I am expecting too much from the participants, in the sense that the participant has to
a.  Share an incident/event/interesting story about the value word,
b. Go through some experiential process about the value word as I may prescribe, and
c. Create a zentangle/zia on the theme given, using suggested tangles, and post it.

So, while reasonable number of visitors do come in, I found that a very few of you are able to meet all the above three requirements, with the result only few of you are able to create your posts and register them here on this platform.

The confession is that my motivation levels were dwindling. But I am committed to the cause, and hence want to suggest the following for your considered opinion, and increased participation.

1. The prospective participant need not meet all the three criteria, as some of you may not be well versed with the method of zentangle, or you may not like to go through the experiential process as described in point b above, or even if you do go through the process, you may not have a story or experience to share.

2. Hence, what if we open up for the participants to only create zentangle/zia on the theme and post it ignoring points a and b above, or,

3. Write your story/event/experience on the value word given and post it, or

4. Just go through the exercise prescribed and report back on your blog and post it here, or,

5. Combine any two of the above and share with us, and finally,

6. Encourage those who are well versed with attempting all the three, as some of you have already been doing ( ) so, which is our ultimate goal.

The above will open up for more active participation and we all will benefit.May I seek your opinions on this, please?

And as an experiment we try out in this very post, enabling you all to choose your comfort and skill level to participate in any of the above 3 options I have identified.

Now, for this z-inspirations value word, TRUST, following are the inputs:

1. Story: Here is a very small story, but tells all about trust.
Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,
'Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.'
The little girl said, 'No, Dad. You hold my hand.'
'What's the difference?' Asked the puzzled father.
'There's a big difference,' replied the little girl.

'If I hold your hand and something happens to me,
chances are that I may let your hand go.
But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens,
you will never let my hand go.'

In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. 

So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold yours...

This message is too short......but carries a lot of Feelings.
attribution http://www.citehr.com/89599-trust-small-story-read-big-message.html#ixzz2f377F1r1
You may also like to click on the following:
http://rishikajain.com/tag/trust/
http://www.inspiringstories.org.nz/category/inspiring-stories-trust/

2. My own experiential take on trust - In some way my above confession, and coming clean itself is my experiential submission. The regular visitors of this blog have to respond to it!

3. Exercise: For those of you who would like to explore trust for themselves may like to sit in silence and direct their thoughts to a recent episode of trust involving self, and narrate it here in all its details.

4. Zentangle/Zia: With TRUST at heart, create a zentangle, or a ZIA using tangles whose names are embedded in my illustration below.


You may need to go to z-inspiration 1, and register your post on the Linky machine there. 

Thank you for your indulgence, and hope to see you on this blog regularly. Please register yourself as a follower her.

D I L I P




Sunday, 8 September 2013

Z-Inspiration Mumbai Workshop--1

Z-Inspiration workshop debuted in Mumbai on 6th Sept, 2013...

And it was a very satisfying experience.

Priyanka, Leena, Hema and Shweta had the honour of being participants in this very inaugural workshop in Mumbai.


First tiles of the first batch in Mumbai
Priyanka is a Yoga teacher from the Bharat Thakur's tutelage, Shweta is a mehandi artist, Leena is a lawyer and home maker and Hema is a Management graduate and a Life Long Learner!


While expressing their exhileration, Shweta suggested that it shoulid have been a two days tenure while Priyanka said she could go on for another 6 hours! And, perhaps, she did it too after returning to her home as I received in my mail a tile which she finished before mid-night. Leena would like to come back along with the next batch. So, the next batch should get scheduled sooner in Mumbai.



Rachana Kapoor, Claire and Manisha Bhandari are waiting in the wings as they could not make it in the first batch. 

I must place on records here my sincere thanks for the support rendered by Meghna Patel who co-ordinated the whole workshop in Mumbai and permitted to use her lovely residence in Juhu for conducting the workshop.

Priyanka completed this tile before midnight
I request all my students to practice all the tangles taught, and given, and send me by e-mail all the tiles created. I will post them here on thie blogpost till they create their own blogs. Happy tangling.

D I L I P




Sunday, 1 September 2013

This Taste Would Linger on for Life...


This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 41; the forty-first edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "SWEET AND SOUR"
 After the four months of untiring labour, Joseph was breathing a sigh of relief, standing outside the compound of the foreign employment agency. He had just handed over his passport, all other documents and visa fees. In less than two weeks time he would be in the Gulf. And soon after he would start sending money home

 ‘So what if I have no sufficient money left in my pocket now for the auto fare to the railway station, as soon as I reach Mumbai, I will borrow some money from the Tailor Master (his childhood friend in the chawl who had grown up to take after his father’s profession)’, lost in such thoughts Joseph headed for the bus stop

 Joseph had lost his father in an accident when he was still in high school in Mumbai. They had to move back to their native place in Kerala and his mother had somehow managed to get him complete his degree.Not getting any job in Kerala for some time,   he came back to Mumbai, stayed with the Tailor Master and began looking for a job. However, luck did not support him. Money his mother had given was fast depleting.

 The period of early ‘80s was an era of his entire God’s Own Countrymen rushing to the gulf wards for greener pastures. He could not remain an exception. He too applied to the agency, investing all the remaining money left with him, and now the final task was completed in Delhi.

 But, it was not to be. Few minutes later Joseph had found himself lying on the footpath, in pain, and all the pedestrians crowding around to see the victim of a hit and run case. A young man had held his head in his lap and was asking the crowd to move away to get fresh air for Joseph. After recovering from the initial shock, Joseph realized that he had just met with an accident when, lost in his thoughts, he was crossing the road. But the most puzzling part was that this young man in whose lap his head was resting, was talking to him in Malayalam, and addressed him as an elder brother taking his name!

 Seeing the puzzled expression on his face, the young man asked, ‘don’t you remember me? I am Mukundan…. Oh, but how will you remember, I had never spoken to you…I was very small then…... and you used to come to our school during lunch time…

’ Joseph started searching for the younger version of this man’s face in his memories. He could recollect that during his own lunch recess, when he would come home for quick lunch, his mother used to send him to this school carrying lunch for his aunt who was a teacher there. He was given cycle hiring charges for this task. But it was strenuous for him to place this boy.

 The young man continued saying that he was on the other side when he saw Joseph crossing the road. One glance and the younger Joseph’s face flashed in his mind who would bring daily at the lunch break fist full of sweet and sour sweetmeats and throw up them in the air for all the children to grab one or two pieces each…It was an instant recognition. Seeing a speeding motorcycle rushing towards him, he simply shouted out his name warning of the accident. But Joseph was lost in his thoughts and the inevitable happened. The motorcyclist knocked him down and sped away. By now Joseph could recall these sweetmeat throwing incidents. He was buying these orange taste sweets from the left over money after paying the cycle rents, and would spend time with younger kids distributing pieces among them as his aunt would finish her lunch. It was all fun for him, but not for young Mukundan. He was so tiny a kid then that most of the time he would not get any sweetmeat piece. Mukundan recalled that Joseph would keep in his pocket a few extra pieces, and press them in his palms specially while leaving the crowd. Little Mukundan had remembered always  being special.

 With moist eyes Mukundan told Joseph, as he still lay in his lap on the footpath, that looking at him he just got back the sweet and sour taste that he had experienced in his mouth years ago.

 Mukundan was presently in Delhi as a student of Architecture, and by coincidence present at that very junction along with his friend who had gone to fetch a taxi to take Joseph to the hospital

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 Lying in the hospital bed with his left leg hung in plaster, Joseph did not know whether he should feel happy, or cry. Mukundan’s presence had certainly facilitated his hospitalization in the strange city, and hence, saved his life, but at the same time, he felt like crying as he had lost his opportunity to fly away to Gulf. He had also lost his money as could not connect with his agency in time for refunds.

 6 weeks later, he was permitted by the doctors to travel, and he bade goodbye to Mukundan and boarded the train back to Mumbai. He had no courage to go back to his mother. He was absolutely dejected. Throughout the journey he spoke nothing to nobody. He seemed aged by several years as he walked in to the shop of the Tailor Master.

 After getting him a cup of tea, and a while later, Tailor Master started comforting him. He asked him to start searching for a job in Mumbai afresh, while Joseph was still cursing himself for being so careless on the road in Delhi, and become a cause for his own disaster.

 Suddenly Tailor Master remembered having received a post for Joseph a few weeks’ ago from the employment agency, and he fetched it for him.

 With trembling hands, and hoping against the hopes to find some refund amount along with his passport Joseph opened the packet. While his passport slipped away from his hands, he clutched the accompanying letter as he read the contents. He lay frozen for quite some time.

 No, there was no refund cheque. The letter simply read-

“Your not showing up at the airport on the day of departure turned out to be a great blessing in disguise for you. Two days after landing in Iraq, all the members of the group, of which you were supposed to be a part of, perished in an air raid as war broke out between Iran and Iraq. You are the lone survivor!”

All the dots of his accident, Mukundan’s presence, prolonged hospitalisation and missing the flight got connected. Strangely he felt the sweet and sour taste in his mouth as he smiled for the first time in weeks. He knew, this taste would linger on in his mouth for life!

 D I L I P P A T E L
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