Wednesday, 19 April 2017

Man(u) of many arts

From his love for painting to his admiration for Bollywood actor Govinda, artist Manu Parekh is oh-so-candid on his recent visit to the city

Etle interview sharoo?’ asks Manu Parekh as he sat surrounded by his paintings at an art gallery on Friday afternoon. That is when art connoisseur Anil Relia intervenes, “Sharoo, sharoo…emaa kaain naariyal phodvanu naa hoi!”

And Parekh, 78 – known for works influenced by Varanasi, burst into laughter at Relia’s retort. Born in Amdavad and now settled in Delhi, Parekh – who was awarded with a Padma Shri in 1991 – says, “For me Amdavad means Anil (Relia) and Amit (Ambalal). I often come down here just to meet them. Art brought us together and now we are great friends.” He has also made a painting on Amdavad, a city where he was born and spent 18 years of life before he moved to JJ School of Arts, Mumbai in 1962. “No city can have Uttarayan as vibrant as it is here in Amdavad,” he says. The painting comprises a huge kite with a picture of Lord Ganesha on it. “In Amdavad, kites are important, but so is Goddess Laxmi and so I drew a Ganesha (known for prosperity) on the kite!”
A glance at the paintings around and the first thing that strikes is a darker colour-scape. Parekh briefs us on his style as “I use a dark colour palette because only then can I highlight the lighter shades. Light and dark are both present, it all depends on what you choose to see. I guess, the same applies to life!”

Credit to Calcutta
He firmly believes it was living in Calcutta (now Kolkata) for 10 years that brought out the artist in him. And later, he felt his thirst for finding more meaning in life and work was quenched on a visit to Varanasi in 1980. He made a series of paintings on Benaras – one of his most well-known series of works. “I have visited that place more than 100 times because for me, it is more than just a place.”
And that brings in Relia again, sitting next to Parekh, informing us, “I should tell you this. Taarak Mehta was a very good friend of Manu.” This transports Parekh to his pre-artist period, when he dabbled in theatre. “While studying at JJ College, I featured in quite a few of Taarakbhai’s plays. I even did a play with Jaswant Thaker named ‘Mukhya Dhara’ where I was not just acting, but was also involved in designing the set. I never saw acting as a career, but yes, that theatre stint did influence my work a lot.
“Even today, I leave spaces in my painting signifying that someone is yet to come, and someone has just left this place…”

He loves Govinda!
Few know of Parekh’s love for Hindi films and actor Govinda. The veteran artist reveals that he watches movies essentially for entertainment. “I’m a great admirer of Govinda. He is so spontaneous, unadulterated and stands out from the rest. A common man can relate to him.”

‘Madhvi is better than me’
Parekh’s wife Madhvi, also a renowned painter, belongs to the rural area of Sanjaya, Gujarat. So, how is it living with an equally prolific partner under the same roof, we ask? Parekh laughs, “That is a scary question! Let me just reveal the good part.” Parekh adds, “It is a cliché that the going gets tough if couples are from the same profession. Madhvi won the National Award before I did, yet there is no competition between us because I believe she is better at the craft. We travel together, work together and I enjoy her company as I am not a man afraid to stay with a powerful woman.”
Talk of the one artist he admires, Parekh comes up with a totally unexpected name: “Steve Jobs. I admire his work a lot.” The artist loves Jobs’ gadgets, too. “Steve’s field was different, but his art is unparalleled,” he reveals, before turning to Manan (Relia) who ‘taught’ Parekh to operate his new phone. “You can’t bring your ego when you have to learn from the young,” he says, leaving all of them in splits.

How to keep grounded
“The moment you think you are a master, you lose it,” says Parekh on how he manages to keep feet firmly on the ground even after an oeuvre that boasts over 50 years of experience. “Over 500 landscapes later, when I sit in front of my 501st canvas, it makes me question, it makes me struggle and that keeps me going every single day.”

Is that even a question?
So, is there anything about art/painting he would want to change? “Sawaal j nathi ne! (That question doesn’t even arise). The field of painting is very exciting. There is no room for any dislike here,” he exclaims, before giving a piece of advice for the young: “Everyone has to find his own way and before that, find your self. Hard work, dedication, concentration and everything else will follow.”
On that artistic note, Parekh readies to interact with his audience at a bookstore, not before this parting shot: “Saaru thayu interview ni practice thai gai.”

Interviewed by Janvi Sonaiya 

Wednesday, 31 August 2016

Finally.


It all started with a text message,
And then feelings outdid the cage.

Coffee mates, bulk dates and chit-chats,
Opened our stories’ flood gates.
  
Those giggles and laughter,
At times with tears we barter,

Immense ecstasy of holding hands,
And that cuddle, seamless as sands


Was falling in love the idea?
Or growing in love was the panacea.


‘Baba, But why don’t you express?’
Dumbstruck again, I sensed distress.

Where will this lead?
Is love our peculiar greed?
Is this love or sheer infatuation?
In heart’s terrain, when mind gives suggestion!

Ahh! The head is already pissed,
While amidst the poem you are missed,

Wait! Let me not overthink,
Your face just flashed in a blink.

Overcoming the labyrinths of the past,
It’s time to pave the future, so vast

Finally,
I guess, at the climax of the poem,
Ready I am, for a new chapter…pretty wholesome.


                                            ---Janvi Sonaiya 





Tuesday, 19 July 2016

The Conundrum

“Angioplasty or a bypass heart surgery, please decide?’ The middle-aged doctor with rim-less glasses asked this closed ended question with a flat face while my dad was still lying unconscious in the intensive care unit after a major heart attack.

My younger brother looked at me with eyes that enquired an answer while my bewildered mom pondered on the difference between the two medical terms. The three of us were left with the question hanging in the air. 

I went inside the room my dad was admitted in. Gradually, getting conscious my dad looked at me with sanguine eyes, holding my right hand he said “I don’t want equipment’s to cut my body as...” While he left the sentence sketchy I saw his insipid eyes becoming a pool of tears. I was quick to find trepidation on his face, conclusions in his fragmented sentence, and reliance on me while he pressed my hand tighter.

Feeling choked, I left the room, ran towards the lobby and a perennial stream of tears started following from my eyes. The same dad who was my hero , who used to become my strength while I had to take injections was today lying feeble on the hospital bed. And it was on me to decide with which treatment to opt for, the price difference between the same and the amount my company can provide under the life insurance scheme.
***
 I took the liberty to call myself an adult the day I started getting my periods and worn a bra! But off late, I faced predicaments like when my dad was admitted or the same mother who used to remind me of brushing my teeth every night over the phone call started reminding me to write my bio-data and send her the same ASAP! This is when I ascertained that my life is rejigging and this time the things are not as plain sailing as periods and bra.  

At 22 years of age, The range of decisions  have started becoming onerous than just choosing over what to wear or where to hang out with my gang of friends. To gratify my hormones by having sex before marriage or to save my virginity for the first night? To continue working with dna newspaper or shift to AM which rejected my profile a year ago? To marry a affluent guy to become moneyed overnight or wait till I can buy diamonds for myself? To propose a guy without dreading the chances of refusal or just keep the fantasy limited to myself? To go for bikini wax or settle with a razor? To go for casual dates just because it is the most economical way to pamper oneself or take time to deal with ones own demons alone? To shop, go to a temple or opt for grueling choices like sitting down and reflecting about the reasons ,when I am feeling depressed. 

Alas!The range of decisions to take needed more audacity than I thought of. At times, I wanted someone to take those decision on my behalf. I have been living away from my home, my parents from over seven years now but I had never felt so vulnerable like I was feeling then. The phase of life when you could blame your parents for taking erroneous decisions on your behalf is finally over! And the real game starts now!
***
Few days later my dad underwent angioplasty. He was hastening to go home, he started bickering with mom while she gave her medicines, he was iron-willed not to exercise even after the doctors prescription. The very same day I discerned that my parents and I are exchanging our roles. 

Somewhere during that time adulthood and I started becoming friends...

Monday, 11 July 2016



The ‘Real’ conversation 

While I looked vacantly on the squeaky clean white tiles of the hospital waiting room, my heart sank and a trail of tears started following from my kohl eyes. The equilibrium of my body was disturbed but I managed to pull a flat face even when the incident was hovering over my mind...

“He is a politician son, they have a chopper at their place, his mother has a pile of bio-data to choose from and you are ambivalent about marrying him!? A wrong time to act imprudent, Piyu!” my dad lashed out on me just before entering the doctor’s cabin for a medical check-up.

I took a small pause, reignited my valour to reply “I may not have built my own empire but I have earned this decent job in an unknown city ...on my own. His money can’t be the only parameter to marry him...”

“You are working as a reporter with a newspaper and they own a newspaper! Do you get the difference, huh!? Today you have to grapple against the crowd to take interviews of celebs and if at all he gets hitched with you ,reporters will wage their tail around you to talk to you! But all these is tangential as I am suspicious if they will even show interest in you after-all they have sundry options!” And my   dad ambushed my morale mercilessly before leaving my soul sore. 

As my dad talked with the male nurse I saw his pale daffodil coloured eyes, his wrinkled face, grey thinning hairs, his creased azure shirt and cream pants, his untidy shoes. Perceiving this, my heart poured celemacy on him while the very next second I wondered  how the same father who spent his life in making me stand on my own, in making me self assured,  didn’t give a second thought in showing me my aukat in the most pivotal phase of my life.
  **

‘Priyanshi Shah’ I whispered my name while I sat on my white TVS pleasure , parked on a roadside. Drowing in the whirlpool of thoughts I wondered how my education, my trophies, my job, my salary, my career, my struggle and my journey ceased to matter when I had a moneyed prospective groom. I am a girl who wants to hold on to the carefree life that I am living now and when I read  the ‘Guy’s bio-data, it read (in bold letters) ‘Need a well educated girl who takes care of my family.’ Huff!I reassured myself that I don’t qualify for marriage.

Ah! My phone rang and it broke my chain of thoughts. I stretched my hand to pick up the tangerine ‘dal-stained’ tote bag draped on the right handle of my scooty. I struggled to search my phone among the keys, diary, pens, deo , power bank and what not, lying strewed in my bag. 

‘1 missed call’ my phone flashed.
‘Home’ it read, I stared at the screen for a while and called back.
After the regular session of ‘How are you,Where are you , my mom came to the point as she said “Piyu, I was wondering if  we could undergo your eye’s laser operation this month.”
I was quick to smell her intentions behind this but I chose to go with a tranquil answer “Maa, Even I wish to go through the operation but not as of now.”

“Ditch your specs before a guy comes to see you. Having specs will be a limiting point from your side. Hope you get this simple equation!” 
Aghast! I was left with no words to answer, this ‘Specs and the scandal’ episode of my life made me feel that I am the product my parents want to sell to a rich vendor. And my mom is just handling the ‘Packaging Department’.

Writing a bio-data is harder than compiling a curriculam vita , I understood this when my dad asked me to write one for myself. I tried jotting down the facts, I wrote ‘I don’t understand what commitment for life is!?’.   Irked, I closed the word file without saving it. 

Cut to : 3 days later. 
My father who abhorred the journalism field was glad to hear that I have got job offer from one of the leading newspapers. ‘Beta, change your office soon. I am delighted to see you getting such an great opportunity.” After feeling fortunate for a minute or so, I acknowledged the hidden motive. He actually wanted to make my Bio-data stronger with another newspaper’s name, rather than my CV! Priyanshi Shah 2.0, maybe! 

And then one fine day, my dad called me anxiously ‘Piyu, it’s all over. We have received a ‘No’ from their side. But I still covet as if you would have got married to him, your life would have been quite posh. Anyways, We will look for another better guy now.” 
And he dropped the call. I was left speechless. The crestfallen story was over. I wonder if the ‘prospective groom’ even had the slightest of idea as to how much he has effected a family! 

Was I a misogamist? Did I have a boyfriend whom I am planning to elope with? Did I abhor arrange marriage? Was there something wrong with the ‘moneyed prospective groom?’ Well, The only repent I had at the culmination of the chapter is even though the question here was of my life none bothered to ask me as to ‘What do I want!?’ And I knew what to do next...My parents and I need to comprehend each other before I start envisaging about a guy. 

Till then, I chose to write about it as words are all I have!