I am a single child. Born on 26th of June in the year 1995. I have an unique family, the best I guess, the idealistic: in every every manner. My grandpa was a college lecturer and most importantly, an artist. He is trained in psychology and he used to train people about 'how to train?' He is a master of 'idealistic' child psychology which I think now is far from what it is needed to be now ( I might be wrong about it). So He trained my father to train me to be an idealist. So accordingly I was kept away from all the rat-races, say whether it be a painting competition or the competition to get a good rank in the class. I was never taken to an Art School, a place where small kids were forced to draw, rather I would say copy, what their trainer thought would increase their ability to make beautiful sketches; and most importantly win more medals and trophies in sit-n-draw competitions. By the time all kids of my age was making sketches of fruit-baskets or village scenery, I was busy making sketches of F-16 fighter jets or 'Titanic' or might be an aircraft crashing into one of the Twin towers. So I didn't develop a single idea about how to draw a tree properly or just say sufficiently enough to look like a tree. But I had ideas, a lot of them. And I can boast that those were far better that those beautiful looking sketches of trees because my ugly & grotesque tree had a soul, it depicted an idea, rather than just being a tree.
Then years later, when I joined 'my school' that sculpted me into what I am now, my art-n-craft teacher introduced me to a mystic world, our art gallery, our 'Saradadevi Chitrashala'. I tried to paint, sketch and draw, but couldn't satisfy myself. Because I had more to say through my paintings and I was a less efficient artist. My 'Trees' had their soul, but were so grotesque that people even didn't consider looking into it. I was sad.
It happened to be my 9th standard in School. It was June. One day an e-bay package arrived home. I even didn't have an idea what e-bay was back at that time. Grandpa said it was for me from his daughter, my father's sister and of course my 'Pishi'. It turned out to be a digital point and shoot camera. This gift considerably changed the course of my creativity. I kind of gave up painting with colours, pencils and pens and started to paint with light. Soon I found out that I could express my thoughts somewhat in a way better than I could do with paintbrushes.
For last 4-5 years, I had completely gave up painting or sketching and turned to camera. But an unexpected event occurred. I met a girl, a good 'Friend' she turned out to be. It was her birthday two weeks back. So I was thinking and thinking and was perhaps over thinking what I could have gift her. Suddenly I was struck by the Idea that, 'Why not I give her a sketch book?' , So I gifted her a sketch book. It was all right until the moment I returned home. A strange question started disturbing me, 'Why have you given up something that was in your bloodline?' I couldn't wait longer. I scavenged through what colors and paintbrushes I was left with, and I made a painting, a recreation of one of my photograph taken. So it started.
So, it is now She who kinda a fuels me to paint, only by discussing painting and art-forms of other artists. Thanks.
