Holiday Doodles

Some part of the holiday was spent with no travel. Just stayed put....with no agenda, no plan, no place to visit, no checklist to tick off! There was a lot of leisure in the afternoons. Dil dhoondta hai...phir wahi....fursat ke raat-din!


Tried to paint a picture, each in a different medium and "on location", with live-subjects and without photographs for reference- sometimes in pen-and-ink, sometimes, a cartoon of sorts, and at times....with water-colors and a realistic style.


A couple of attempts below to get a breezy picture done....in quick time! It didn't matter that the resemblance was a tad off.... Just wanted a picture at the end of the session.

At Puvar.....

At Isola....Puvar...painting done on location!

Painted on location, the Anaconda-boat-ride in the distance!

Puvar is an hour's drive from Trivandrum.....right on the coast. From Trivandrum, you head down South, pass Kovalam and reach Puvar. It's a sort of island, flanked by the back-waters and the Neyyar River.
The Neyyar River empties itself into the Arabian Sea.


The Puvar beach is an unusual sight. You have to cross the Neyyar River by boat before you can hit the sands of the beach and the expanse of the Arabian Sea. It's a little like the land-and-water game we used to play. There's land...which is Puvar, then water, again sand....and then water!


The Anaconda ride:


Amongst the to-do things at Puvar, is the "Anaconda boat-ride"! Not that there's an Anaconda snake in these parts. But the ride is such. It takes you through the backwaters, flanked by mangrove forests...almost as if you are in the Amazon.


Vegetation is all around- it thrives in the water. Branches crisscross just above the boat like Old-Delhi-City electric-wires...all tangled and haphazard, creepers dive into the water, coconut-trees grow out of the water. It feels like a tropical jungle...the kind you see in the movies!
Simon Raj, our boatman gives us a running commentary through the journey. He talks about a certain "water-dog" in these backwaters, which looks like a normal dog, but with no tail. And points to a "water-crow" which stands in attention with its wings spread out like two-hands! And draws our eyes to the Kingfisher....with its bright blue-plumage and red beak! There are storks, there are herons, lots of crows.....and birds we could barely identify. Towards the end of the ride, which lasts an hour, we turn into the Neyyar River....and ride with the river into the Sea....where we get dropped.


You can't do this trip everyday. It has to do with the water-level in the back-waters. Simon talked about a man-made estuary which is sometimes cut through the sands right up to the sea. The Neyyar River now gets an alternate path to exhaust itself. And with that, the depth in the back-water reduces.


The boat is well maintained, the life-jackets are in good condition. You feel safe and in-control all the while. The next time you are at Puvar Beach, just ask for "The Anaconda ride"!


Nature:


Puvar is nature at her best...in all her pristine beauty. It's as if she has been in some ways over indulgent and pampered Puvar with groves of coconut trees, lush vegetation, trails of backwaters, ponds with lotus and lily......and made it home to birds of every variety....from droves of common crows to the Kingfisher.

And above all, Puvar is about the Arabian Sea- row-upon-row of waves shimmering in the sun, now billowing, now falling, now surging over the sand like frothy, fresh sugar-cane juice, now receding........and carrying with them.... forever....all those little notes....those notes scribbled.... on the sands of time....someday, somewhere. 

Sri Chitra Art Gallery....and the zoo, Trivandrum

The painter, Raja Ravi Varma was a trail-blazer when it came to depiction of mythological and religious figures in the last century. Since then, prints of his works have found a place in every traditional home across the country. When we think of a Krishna or a Lakshmi or a Saraswati, the standard is Ravi Varma. If Lord Krishna appears before us, and looks any different from these paintings, for sure, we will reject the original! In terms of grandeur, grace and beauty, Ravi Varma's paintings have no parallel.


Many a budding artist tries his hand to copy these works. We get elated when our amateurish painting gets a few words of praise! To know where we stand, in comparison to the Master, the original paintings are a must-see. It is a humbling experience.


Ravi Varma's works are predominantly found in two galleries: The Jaganmohan Art Gallery at Mysore and the Sri Chitra Art Gallery at Trivandrum. If you've not seen either of them, plan for it! It's time...well spent!


The Sri Chitra Art Gallery is housed in a 160 year-old structure. In 1935, the monarch of Travancore converted the building into a guest-house. Today, it showcases several Ravi Varma paintings.


It is difficult to do justice to these paintings in the short time at our disposal. We look at the plaintive expression of the little girl clasping her knee in "The Beggars". Soon, Damayanti's radiant face drags us! Before we can see the picture in full, we get distracted by Shakuntala! And immediately get pulled into Draupadi sprawled on the ground at King Virata's palace. In a moment, the eyes have moved onto "Rukmangada". And ere long, to Ravana, Sita and Jatayu! You get the feeling now.....? It is simply a problem of plenty! We are spoilt with such riches, heaped and piled up, all in one place!


We gaze at each painting, studying it now from far, now from close-quarters.....trying to take in......as much as we can, the technique used for the face, for the "zari-work" on the sari, for the backdrop, for the multitude of expressive figures in each composition!


Apart from Ravi Varma, the gallery has other exhibits- works by his uncle, his brother, his sister and son! Evidently, painting runs in the whole family! Roerich's paintings form an entire section.....in their characteristic flat tones and predominant usage of blues and violets. It's impressive.
We glossed over the rest of the sections....Tibetan "thangas", Balinese paintings, Japanese works, miniature paintings, calligraphy from the days of Aurangzeb, a Persian translation of the Mahabharata....it's an assorted collection.


As we wear our slippers and head out of Sri Chitra, we are truly inspired. The mind is full, the ideas are many....and the hands twitch in impatience! It's time to take the oil-paints out of the shelf .....get a new canvas board....and paint away!


Who knows....who knows...the next work to rival a Ravi Varma......may take shape in our own garage!!! Inspiration is such..... it often borders on childishness!!!


The zoo!


Sri Chitra is part of the same museum complex as the zoo. Spent the rest of the morning ambling around the zoo.


The zoo is a debatable topic. Part of us says it's wrong to keep animals in captivity. The other half says...at least they are cared for! They get regular food without having to hunt! How bad can that be!?


The Trivandrum zoo has a nice collection. The big ones- lion, tiger, leopard, hippo and rhino. The also-rans like deer and bison and monkey. The "I don't care" ones like peacocks and owls and parrots. And a section for reptiles.
As it turned out, the bear was in hibernation and couldn't be spotted. The lion was sleepy and crouched in the distance. The rhino merged with the rock-formation and could barely be seen except when the rock appeared to be on the move!


The most interesting were the hippos. Five of them....and a loner...all in one pond! When it was time to feed, five social hippos egged each other with loud grunts.... and trooped out of the pond to the open-area close to the enclosure. Their biological clock was spot-on! Within minutes, food was served by the attendant. The hippos cleaned it up in no time!
The loner continued to sulk in the water!! Poor thing! Wonder what upset him so much! May be, the rest of them ganged up and cut a joke, which was in poor taste? May be!

Hippo at T'drum zoo....ink and water-colors

As we turned the corner, a tiger paced about his cage impatiently. There was anger in the gait, ferocity in the heavy breath and displeasure in the low-growl. May be, the food was late. He looked plain menacing. The deduction was on the dot! As the attendant walked to the cage (thankfully, from the outside) and held the bar, the tiger pounced at him....in one lightning move! Had the bars been absent, it would have been all over! Such was the strength and the awe-inspiring....raw...power!
In High School, we read this poem by Harindranath Chattopadhyaya.


I am not afraid of a tiger,
I am seven years of age,
I am not afraid of a tiger,
When it rumbles and roars in rage,
I am not afraid of a tiger,
Provided..........it is in a cage!!!


It says it all!!!!

Trivandrum and the Padmanabhaswamy Temple

Kerala is surely God's own country! In these cash-crunch times, there are no lines at the ATMs and yes, these ATMs are actually functional! It was not an isolated incident- we withdrew cash multiple times, at the airport and elsewhere too. May be, God's own country has a divine currency....all its own- they don't seem to care for our measly 100 and 500 rupee notes!


Trivandrum is simple, much like its Domestic Airport. The monstrosity of mall-culture....is yet to take over the city. There is a languid feel to life on the street, none of the ugly traffic snarls which plague the metros for instance. Don't know if it is a reflection of Kerala's literacy numbers, or the place we stayed, but MG Road, Trivandrum's MG Road that is.....abounds with book-shops. It's a bookworm's delight!


A few things caught the eye......public-transport, not overly crowded and the buses- all new and gleaming....with full, open windows (no window-bars). A swanky next-gen bus-stop.....with elegant seating arrangement and catchy billboards.
And yes, an ongoing protest of sorts....with a little group camped on the footpath, and a rhythmic chorus...to give expression to the voice of dissent!
The weather.....comfortably humid at this time of the year.


 Padmanabhaswamy Temple is one of Trivandrum's main attractions. The gopuram is characteristic.  It's as if the gopuram was made with the usual proportions and then, someone changed the mind and patted the whole structure down, as one would...a sand-castle! The result- it falls really wide at the base....but the height doesn't quite match the width. The gopuram has an off-white coat of paint, which masks the antiquity of the structure.

Quick Ink and water-color sketch- Just after temple visit!

Padmanabhaswamy is Lord Vishnu. He reclines on the serpent Adi Shesha. What distinguishes this pose from Lord Ranganatha at the Srirangam Temple, is the right-hand hanging down. The finger-tips touch a shiva-linga.


"Padmanabha" is the one.... from whose navel....(naabhi), a lotus (padma) emerges. The lotus signifies this world.  Like a lotus, everything in the world has a symmetry, a pattern, an order....and to the eye of the beholder....it is attractive and a source of wonder!
Through the lotus-metaphor, it shows that the world has its origin and being in the Lord.
Where do we find this interpretation? In the Purusha Sukta. It says... "naabhyaam aaseet antariksham". "Space" (antariksham)....emerged from the "naabhi" of the Lord. And by extension..."space" includes all the five-elements. And the world is but a combination of these five-elements (space, air, fire, water, earth). Thus, we can relate the imagery of Padmanabhaswamy to this grand vision.....a vision wherein...whatever we see in the world....is but Him. And He cares for us, and nourishes us, through that lotus stalk as it were, like a mother through her umbilical cord!


While our mind is occupied in these lofty thoughts, it is jolted with practical issues which hold us hostage before the temple-entry. Mainly, the dress-code. For the uninformed, you cannot enter the temple in a regular shirt-trousers or salwar. Men should be in a dhoti and no shirt. Women have to be in a sari or its equivalent. There are enough eyes to confirm whether you subscribe to the dress-code or not...as you walk down the street to the temple. If you're caught napping, you can always purchase a dress which meets the requirements. The shops are well stocked. Cell-phones, cameras and eatables have to be deposited in a cloak-room to be claimed later. All this takes time. Give yourself that time.


Don't worry....we were well-prepared! It allowed us the luxury to scour the crowd...in their quaint dresses. Men in first-time dhotis...which clung to them dangerously....and women in a newly purchased off-white drapery wrapped right over their tucked-in Punjabi-suits!


The temple is crowded, but not to a point where it becomes irksome and you want to give-up. Plus, for a little price, there is provision to skirt the crowd and surge ahead in line for an exclusive darshan.
The interiors of the temple are grand- with sculpted, stone pillars...and exquisite figurines on each pillar....down the entire corridor. There are open sand-courtyards to give a welcome break from the labyrinthine corridors and crowd.
The details become sketchy after a point. We catch an "ugra narasimha" shrine just before the main-canopy. The main-mandapa is all gold. Three doors give us a quick glimpse- one to His face, the second to his middle and the third...to his feet. The dwara-paalaka (door-keepers) figures are special. They majestically rest their foot over a hooded snake as if it were a footstool!
With milling crowd, it's tough to register details of the Lord. The hand hanging down....a faint outline of the feet....is all that stays with us. It's enough. We pass by the Rama-Lakshmana and the Kshetra-paalaka shrine followed by "Tiruvembadu" Krishna....an alluring idol of Krishna...smeared in sandal-paste and with beady eyes!


A pick-up of  delicious "Aravana paayasam" prasada-tins and a stop at the gift-shop complete the visit. Our hands are full with a clutch of curios and knick-knacks for the mantle-piece- wooden procession elephants, elephant heads, picture-frames of the Lord and the temple. It's been a full-morning.....and an experience, at once....rich and divine!

At the park....

At the railway station....