The Artist

Art is in our everyday life, why not search for an artist within the people we live with, work with, interact with. 

When everything is artistic and everyone is an artist automatically mundanity vanishes.

Speaking of art and artists there is this one person in my life who thinks he is not an artist.

When asked about what he thinks of art and I will quote him here-

 “Ghanta art, aplyala kuthe kay samajata. Meaning I don’t get any of it.” And then he marofied a bollywood dialog -

“Apun public hai public…kisiko bhi kuch bhi bol sakta hai…Jispe apna paisa vasool nahi, uska dabba gul…” 

 But well the point is he thinks he is not an artist, he is just mundane, ordinary, pedestrian and quite happy to be the public. So as a really good wife it is my solemn duty to prove how wrong Adi is  about this as well!!

You say you are not an artist.

But, breakfast in bed today morning was art.

Ordinary or mundane would be making a delicious omelet with all the right ingredients.

 But adding cashews and basil to it and decorating it with a naughty ketchup smiley that mister is art. 

You say you are not an artist. 

But, those butterfly kisses you shower on every inch of my body make my toes curl and my soul sing. Lovemaking mister is art.

You say you are not an artist.

But when I change the bedsheet, our king size bed looks like a homeless person

And when you do it, with military precision corners folded, sides tucked in, no creases, no lines, it truly looks worthy enough for a king.

That mister is art.

The Bollywood twist on bhajans, the obsession for excel sheets and maps,

the shaky photos you click, those neatly folded clothes,

those stick notes on the fridge telling me to go win the world,

 your soothing forehead kisses, the bone melting hugs,

putting up a straight face as I force you to watch my romcoms,

 putting up a straight face as you eat my experimental cuisines,

putting up a straight face as I chat away with my ex,

 pulling out funny faces to drag me out of the dark depths I so often vanish into,

 your stories, your mimicries,

getting my friends of over 25 years to love you more than they love me,

your ability to see qualities in people which they don’t even know exist,

your filminess, the awful moonwalk, the awe inspiring mithun dance, but my favorite is how our souls tango together.

Nothing about you is ordinary or mundane. You bring order to my chaos, madness to my boredom, calmness to my anxieties. That mister is art.

Shaping a statue out of soil, transforming a blank canvas into a mesmerizing painting, injecting feelings in words. That’s all artistic right?

Well how about shaping and molding a person,

transforming a negative person,

 injecting your joy in them,

 how about keeping a smile not just on your face but in your heart despite destiny punching you so hard time and again

 how about filling the world with your kindness, your vibrancy, your positivity, your charm.

 That mister is art.

So considering you are an artist now and I am part of the public let me tell you something- snoring tonelessly every fucking night is not art!

 Apun public hai public kisiko bhi kuch bhi bol sakta hai.