love or lowe?

Well. This is not the first time am experiencing this;…. When during my 9th std holidays.. I had gone to Mysore palace… I had this strange feeling that I had been there already.. as in.. I knew every turn in that palace.. and I was so familiar with it tat.. I could even recognize the faces in the painting whom I haven even remembered studying in my history text books… I know… I have psychic powers… I can foresee certain stuffs in my dream… and well.. I can at least tell u what I had seen. And that some one has a problem.. and it actually happens… now.. I wonder if I started remembering my previous birth….

Ok,… but what I wanted to tell u al now.. is something entirely different.. Am actually in love. Love as in… love. Not Lowe. But the problem is tat he is not alive. He wasn’t alive when I was born. Its Ravi varma….. The famous artist. I happened to go to Trichy and Tanjore.. in the Tanjore palace… there is a separate place for displaying various artifacts of the veterans and the royalist…. I have given a detailed description of those in my previous blogs… but now, strange it might sound, I noticed a painting.. That of a woman, sitting on the banks of a river… not river exactly.. A lake... ya. U might it call it a lake. With her hair open… and looking into the open sky... with bright full moon shining… and what does she do.. What is she awaiting..? It s al a mystery… and it was an artwork of Ravi varma… that s not the end… or beginning of my love…

Few days later, here in Nanganallur, there was an exhibition.. Creations from Kashmir were in display. I went there with my mom… actually I noticed the exhibition when I went to the 32 ft hanuman temple.. Co-incidence… and let me tell you, it plays quite a havoc in your life.. I went around…Buying earrings and neck pieces… and al of a sudden.. what do I notice? The same painting.. of the same Ravi varma… a malayali… his paintings displayed in a kashmiri exhibition… tat was quite astounding…
co-incidence.!!!

I have heard about love at first sight. Some friends of mine are no exception.. they have fallen head over heels for a person… that too just after a small glimpse. I used to tease them, pull their legs… there is a saying in Tamil…you can feel the pain of headache and fever only when it comes and attacks you…[not perfect translation though]. I felt the pang of that stupid pain when I saw that painting again here. It was terrible.. of all the things, why should that painting be displayed in al dimensions? In all possible combinations? That s what is called co incidence… I just fell in love with that painting. Anyways I went home…

Just the following week, my best friend, srikanth was celebrating his birthday. And what else could make a pleasant gift than that painting? Thankfully he has taste in arts and stuffs. So the very next day, I sneaked to that place and bought that painting… but the yarn doesn’t end there. My curiosity was kindled and I went online.. Started checking out facts about him.. His paintings and his expressions in them.. so serene.. so mysterious… Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa doesn’t stand a chance next to varma s art… and I slowly started liking his strokes.. so smooth, creating a transfix.. and that s how I fell in love with him… maybe I can call it affection.. Or more wisely put.. a patron of his… but emotionally.. I feel it s just plain love.