i stood there fo half an hour,to see how he was dyeing my dupatta...the use of colors,the immediate planning and than action and than the assessment of need of more hues,and than the way he suddenly dry the part of cloth to see whether it matches the desired one,and than again addition of more and than.....it goes and goes until we get our desired dye....
my mind drifted from that dyer to the times far back wen it all started....may be those times the idea of colors and painting actually originated from the ornamental needs of women ,and than it attracted the artistic minds so much that they started using the colors to create images of their imaginations....
that illiterate man,who sit there fo whole day dying clothes of different people with so many colors that one cant even imagine of their existence,..a little change in hue develop a totally different color and different vibration..that illiterate man plays so easily with these beautiful rainbows....i wondered..until half an hour passed so swiftly...,.. i paid..wanted to take his photo but something inside made me reluctant,may b too much crowdy fo introvert like me...so i delayed this image capture idea to the next time..and went off....
life is not the only image of black and white...these so many colours create beauty ,the actual vibrancy.....i felt may be this dyer if ever get an opportunity can play with these colors more intricately than Sadeqain even...and it again made my mind drifted to the cruelty and dark aspect of society,social circles,authorities and financial problems...i drifted it away....
capacity can only be created if u wipe out ur incapacity with the desire of urs...yes the desires do matter like the need of colours in our clothes,the matching of passion with desire is as compulsory as the matching of laces with ur clothes...and than the struggle is the spice of everything as the neat stitching of clothes to make it beautiful..... i sometimes sit infront of my canvass empty minded and than at once my fingers start playing without any rein of mind capability,they just keep on drawing without the fear of wrong stroke ,with the curiosity to see something creative at the end...and than i conclude result when its complete,i make final finishing to make it presentable to my heart feelings...and than all the tiredness goes away with aLl those strokes.....
may be this way this dyer takes out his whole day tiredness and it satisfies his aesthetic sense ,the real artist in himself.....life's reality sometimes are very pretty delicate and harsh but sometimes like harshness of words,harshness of slaps that create changes,the harshness of its reality does,,may be a good one!!!!!!
hiramalik
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2 comments:
i like your expression
thanku ubaid:)
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