Category Archives: Art and Creativity

Writing the (soon to be) forgotten art !

I was walking down hill as the monsoon rain came to a brief halt. It had been raining cats and dogs throughout for the past 24 hours and as some people find the idea of rain falling romantic , I pretty much loath it.

But rains are not my topic for this blog post. As I was walking I started thinking about the long written letters that my uncle used to write to my grandfather when the latter used to be away for work. I, for one, am a sucker for hand written letters on parchment papers that are old and coffee brown and brittle, all ready to break because they have overgrown their age to tear apart. It’s that ink that stains them which is worth a million smiles and million memories that are re lived as you read the calligraphy done by it. 

How will it feel when the online Facebook posts and these blog posts is all we will get to read from? I wonder if the jokes relating a person with a bad hand writing still be related to a doctor or the myth of hand writing depicting the characteristic of a person still be valid. 

Remember that rush of adralin when for the first time we were upgraded from a pencil to a pen ! Wow we felt all grown up. Using that fountain pen taught us the art of writing along side teaching us  a lot of patience that was required to fill up the ink without staining our hands or clothes. It will be a shame that the gen next might have to do with tabloids, iPads and laptops. They might never be able to feel the texture of a hardcover book and the smell that the papers hold within. Trying to copy the handwriting of some famous personality will no longer be a task nor will be there that smile of satisfaction crossing their face seeing the words their quill is capable of creating. 

Trees will still be cut, forests will be long gone, trodden paths will be a myth and along with them the beautiful art of muse and writing displaced. 
~ SNOWY RAHI 

Literature: An Analogy with society

Here is a blog post written by a friend of mine. He is a student of English Literature at Aligarh Muslim University and has a versatile personality. From writing to playing basketball to trekking the trodden paths of the mountain. Here is a blog post by SHubham Sharma. Hope you guys enjoy it.

We have been studying literature since we were toddlers, perusing each and every aspect of Literary terminology. However, we are still unable to comprehend the exact meaning of this term “literature”. If we carefully perpend this word, it gives haphazard obscurity. Albeit late, but I have understood the meaning of literature. Literature for me is the connection of experiences. In other words it is a quintessential confluence of various ideas and ideals, amalgamated into one. For example: if we consider the circumstances prevailing in Elizabethan period, Renaissance and the Romantic Period, writers had sundry experiences and they penned down them. Now, it is Literature that has intermingled all those experiences and connected them with one string. 
Unfortunately we have confined “our” literary knowledge solely to books. But real cognizance of literature comes from the society, which decides the literature of the sphere it covers. For most of us, literature is just a subject not a delight. Studying literature as it is meant to be studied, hones our grey matter and generates conscience plus conviction. It makes us a better being and a good teacher as well. My English professor said a very beautiful hence introspective line about teachers, “A good teacher does not make good students rather a good teacher makes better teachers”. And for being a good teacher you must have the possession of conscience and conviction.
 As a student, one must have two dreams: one is getting knowledge and the other is getting character. Mark Twain’s quote finds relevance in this context. He says, “The two most important days in your life are, the day on which you were born and the day on which you find out why”. That day had certainly came in my life when i opted for Literature. I felt a certain excitement. I could fancy myself with the greatest of ease. Ignorance was bliss for me before, but later it was my remedial weakness. 
For me Literature acted as a mould in which it shaped my clayey mind to tackle life problems with ingenuity. Literature has turned my idle yesterday to a delightful tomorrow. 

-SHubham SHarma

Of Thunderstorms and Splendid Skies.

The forces that drive thunder to strike and screech through the smouldering sky is the same force that forces it to later smudge and blend into the night like that smudge of a blend in mascara on a girls face wearing a scarlet blush which compliments it. 

The thunderstorm is scary,No doubt about that. But in midst of the scorching heat and swooning bodies falling here and there and here, under the charms and spells of the sun, feel relieved when the thundering sound approaches and the clouds cover the blue of αΉ­he sky and turn it into grey and finally a shade of black. The mighty yet not so mighty of God’s creation look up in awe and relief thinking it’s about time that their prayers have been answered. 

Rain has always had it’s way with humans. Humans who have a heart that connects to that of nature. The rain drops touch the lithosphere and dance at the touch of the ground as if their tinny droplet bodies are caressed after ages and their thirst finally quenched. It is in almost the same way humans dance to their tune. I look out of my bedroom window and I see girls dancing their hearts out with every touch of rain that is setting their bodies ablaze in fits of laughter at the thundering sound of the invisible magic wand being waves somewhere afar behind the cloak of the night.

Now looking at the trees I have this different observation. Where as for the humans, thunderstorms are a chance to create more noise and chaos and laughter,for the tress it’s a time of whispering and trespassing the boundaries that are otherwise always created. I see them bending this way and that and hobbnobbing together as if whispering to each other the stories that their hearts have kept locked up until that very moment.These storms bring them close but as it is , attachments come with a cost. Too much snuggles and cuddles and whispers are out of bound and if they try to cross that line the result is fatal. As fatal as imminent death caused due to unacceptable bending and breaking. 

Lifting my thoughtful gaze from the ground I again look outside the window. The storm has ceased. It’s calm. Everything back to the way it was and the eventful hours or could have been minutes, who could tell, have passed away. Solace and order has taken it’s authority back after much of a battle. To conclude all Is well under the splender of the dark dark night but I see a sapling sprout and I wonder … But Ah well that’s a story for another time, under different skies , under different shades of the night. 
~SNOWY RAHI

Art Challenge : Day 7

This days post are going to be my personal Favourite ! As it is I’d rather fall in love with words than people. Gives me assistance of my heart’s safety. So as the post itself consists of words, I won’t be intruding them by my words and steal their beauty. Great going gang ! Keep playing and keep it interesting. Let the artist in you breath and live and flourish. 

Here are the submission by people . Some of the write ups are originally written by the sender and some are quotes and write ups that they liked and want to share. So read with zeal, you might come across something that could be your new wallpaper!


Submission by Yashfeen Fatima.


Here is a tribute to Hammad Uz Zafar’s cat . Who Died last year. In it’s rememberance. 


Write up by Naila


Submission by Sahar Khan.


Submission by Siraj.


Write up by Shamaila Fatima. Translation ” The value system which you go around preaching , is it so weak that it gets wounded by even the tiniest of rebellious particles ?” 


Write up by Soumya Abidi


Submission by Afreen Fatima.


Submission by Dutt.


Submission by Rahil. 


Write up by Tazeen.


Submission by Amir Pashtun


Submission by Rahi. A piece from the alchemist.

By this day 7 comes to an end ! Great job fellas ! 

Topic Day 8 : Something/ Someone you miss. You can submit it with your name or anonymously . All the best !

Art Challenge : Day 6

Dream destination . Everyone has that urge to travel. To see as far as eyes allow and smell the wonders of the worlds delicacies and reach the sky as high as the mountains permit and yet travel beyond those infinite undefined lines.   


Write up by miss Afreen Fatima ! 

Calligraphy by miss Yashfeen Fatima . world of Disney is something that she fantises about ! Prince and their palaces is perhaps every girls dream place πŸ˜‹


Photo by Mariyam Tariq . Hill stations always have their way. The calm , the peace , the never ending green cascade covering hills and that sailing on top of clouds mountain tops ! 


Photo submission by Mr Amir Pashtun. Look Inside, The Hayat Baksh Bagh, which means “Life-bestowinggarden”, is the largest of the gardens in the Red Fort in Delhi. Architecture: Ustad Ahmad Lahauri Location: Red Fort, The Hayat Baksh Bagh, Delhi .


Write up by miss Shamaila Fatima.


And Miss Zabi is back with her amazing doodling work !from the minute details to the words, her art work says it all! 


Photo,calligraphy, presentation and edit by Soumya Abidi. Well girl is there something left? So much effort and a master piece is created ! One of the best submissions till date. Keep up the fine work ! 


Photo by Arshi Zeba. Away from this world full of smog and dirt and dust. Into a beautiful sunset coloured arena is what everyone of us craves currently . A beautiful picture indeed.


Photo submission by Bushra. No place like home. For indeed the beauty of the sky never feels more homely and never acts more of a roof then when you are sitting on the ground of the place you call home. 


Photo by Samreen. The wast and open meadows are what calles her. To run with naked feet on that great grass and then to collapse on its ground and just giggle and laugh like a carefree innocent child.

Photo by Rahil. Coorg, the Scotland of india. Is where he’d rather be than on a monotonous office chair πŸ˜‰

 

Dream destination. When we hear the word ‘Destination’ we mostly relate it to the end of something. But destination has no end to it. People tend to give up too easily these days, Actually the problem is that there is a difference between ‘Desire’ and ‘Destination’ that one needs to understand, and ‘Destination’ is the goal, ‘Desire’ is temporary and yes once your reach your dream destination, then you may fetch out your desires anyway. Just don’t let the spark into you go like that, Work upon your dream, not for yourself but for the person you will be in five years. At Least, be your own hero. Struggle for success not for money. So, If you have a dream and you have a destination to reach then never satisfy yourself with temporary desires. And yes, 
“The Harder the Struggle, the more glorious the Trump”

Ouch, *Triumph ~ photo and write up submission by Areeb Uddin.


Submission by Siraj. Barcelona Spain.. its the football stadium of FC barcelona. And to watch Messi play on its ground is what would just be a cherry on the cake !


The happiest moment in your life is when ,you’re standing in a place once you dreamed.

My dream destination _

Women’s college ~ photo and write up by Tazeen.


Photo and edit by Mr Dutt. Australia is his Dream destination. No justification needed, after all who wouldn’t want to see the Sydney Opera House ? πŸ˜‰
With this the day 6 comes to an end ! 

Topic for Day 7 : LITERATURE !!! you can write your own verse or poetry . You can send a quote of your favourite author or book . You can tell which book or novel or poem is your favourite. There has to be some passion for words people ! LET IT OUT ! language is no bar ( I’ll put up an explanation in English for all those who will submit the literature of any other language) . Let’s get started ! 

Art Challenge : Day 4

I always put my work at the end of my blog post but this time i thought I’ll begin with what i have to say. Friendship. with me it started when i was 3 years old, wearing a monkey cap and jacket and sitting out in the sun looking freakishly cute and feeling awfully irritated because even at 3 i knew a monkey cap could never be cool! then i saw this other girl, whose dad stopped to talk to my dad and she was wearing a monkey cap as well and then there was this another little girl of my nano size sitting on the ground wearing the same monkey cap as the two of us. It was then we looked at each other and smiled and 19 years later we are still going stronger than ever. so yeah i have had friends who were just always there, i mean i opened my eyes and pop ! they were there.

then one fine day i went to school, all dolled up in my navy blue uniform crying like a chicken( trust me i looked ugly to the power 23998). and then i was suddenly in a room full of girls wearing the same dress that i was and its since then i just knew they were a part of me, well not all of them but a major chunk of them. its been 14 years since and i can still say when i go home during my college break all of us will meet and giggle and tell each other who is dating who and how doomed our lives seems.

then there is this lot of annoying , crazy , flirtatious, the there for me at 3am kind, my bro gang. was it class 9 or 11? i cant put a finger to it but till date they have never let me regret having met them. they are the ones who call me at 4 in the morning to say ” yar tu mar kyu nai jati”. they travel 230km just to see me for 3 hours, its with them i share my ‘guy problems’ and go insanely crazy with! i know ” they will handle my shit”.

and then there is my “abdullah ka khandaan” , my college family. nothing, i mean nothing on earth could make me feel this home away from home other than these people. the girls , my girls are turning into a family, turning into my family. we fight, we laught, we eat and at times even have to go to pee together ! our lives our intertwined. i hate them when they dont do things according to me but they hate me when i do the same so i guess that neutralizes things. all i am trying to say is with all the mess that is on my life i still would rather cry in front of them than sulk and die. which is what i choose most of the time. from dressing up for a red carpet event to just sitting and hogging food in my shorts , they have seen it all ! ans since they are still here ( i mean shocking right?) they define every level of why college friends last a lifetime!!

The following posts are by people , majority pictures showing their IRREVOCABLE AND IRRESISTIBLE LOVE for their friends. hope you all enjoy the post!

doodling and painting by Miss Soumya Abidi. well alot of double meaning in your words girl, but then again the person you love could also be your friend πŸ˜‰

this is my personal favourite ! Photo Submission: Hammad Uz Zafar. syed sahab indeed this picture is a very lively one. put up that ear to ear smile on anyone’s face.

Photo Submission : Mr Siraj. He says “friendship is partying together” πŸ˜€

Doodling and painting done by Miss Haifa Kulsum. well i will let her words speak for her. why kill the essence of it? πŸ™‚

photo and edit by : Sabahat Zaidi

photo and edit by : Mr Dutt. aint it a class click?

sketch by Yashfeen Fatima. her creativity is just inceasing by the minute !

calligraphy by miss Fateen. her words say it all !

Friendship? We hear this word often and tend you assume that the bond two people share is called friendship. But sometimes it is more than that, people expect and then they regret, its not always people will like you or yes the other way round. Friendship is a pure relation that tend to last forever with any conditions or clauses, And if we talk about loyalty the best one can fetch for is an animal, which tend to understand you without knowing what you can give them, that is the basic principle that is the basic principle it works upon. In today’s world people are just friends because they want friends, but yes there are people who tend to fetch out those diamonds which are meant to be there as a support forever. So, I believe that friends are the family we choose. “True friendship multiplies the good in life and divides its evils. ” photo and write up by Mr Areeb Uddin

and here is a super edit by miss Zabi ! what can i say i cant stop this silly giggle passing my lips!!

here is an Adorable picture submitted By Mr Shashank , alina and you look so cute in this ! its great to see your school friendship going strong.

photo by Miss Tazeen . she says “apni yaari sab pe bhari Ruby Quadri, Ruby Quadri!! Ruuubbbbbbyyyyyy love Tazeen. partners in crime, the jungleeeees you are my photographr and i am your photo freak. I love you meri moootiiii :* :*”

photo submission by Mariam Tariq. this is the cutest thing on blog today!

write up by Miss Afreen Fatima.

photo submission by Alina Siraj. and then there are such submissions which make you nostalgic AF!

photo submission by : Habiba. because girls tend to do everything together !

photo submission by Mr Rahil. and hence true friendship is potrayed in just one click πŸ™‚

photo submission by  miss Arshi Zeba: this left me in tears. her people, my people. a constant, rather a forever constant is this gir :*  thankyou for this submission!

lets end the post that gives us something to thibk and re think about . wake up people before its too late to even realise that it wasnt a dream. write up by Mr Sharjeel Usmani.

Art Challange : Day 3

Submission by miss Zabi. Here is a beautiful doodling piece done by her within it’s intricate patterns lie it’s beauty! Well done girl. It’s amazing to see such zeal.

My my my here we have a submission by miss Afreen Fatima! I can see that her love for Taylor Swift is irrevocable and she paints this love with the red of her lip shade. Pretty out of the box thing !

Sketch by Hammad Uz zafar. The depth. The pain. The blood . If any thing else could speak more of the trouble and pain of the human heart then let that be brought forth. Syed sahab your work is just splendid !
Painting by Habiba . For the girls in veil hides everything beneath their cloak but their eyes betray them. Beautiful art work! Keep the creativity flowing girl!
Another anonymous submission comes our way. It’s good to see the girls playing it bold . Bleed red . If society creeps out then it’s their problem not yours as it is who could compete with his creation which bleeds for 7 days a month and yet plays the game of life the toughest!
Write up by miss Shamaila Fatima. Words that need to be listened to !
Photo by mr Sahil. The bright red in the sky just adds more to the beauty of it. A reminder that even if your life canvas Is dark , it’s never too late to paint it red πŸ˜‰
Phenomenal calligraphy by miss Mariyam Tariq. Because a girl knows how to set her curvs right πŸ˜‰
Photo submission by mr Rahil . Ain’t it nature captured at it’s best?! Kudos !
Painting by Miss Yashfeen Fatima. She says she is enjoying and wants to keep playing along !
Write up by Mr Kamran.
Sketch by Mr Dutt. Ah! Indeed the red of the heart is the deepest and bleeds the longest. Keep up the good work !
Photo submission by Mr Shashank Gupta. The glitter and shine and shimmer after all it’s something about red that engulfs the dark and brightens the rest!
Photo submission by Mr Siraj. He says it’s his old school bag πŸ˜‹

Photo by Miss Tazeen. ” This is the only red in my life these days” were her words for her geography file. I feel for you girl πŸ˜…
The red of my lips the colour of my heart and everything else that seems to make this world a better place to live in includes a women in it’s parameters . Maya Angelou rightly said ” I am a women phenomenally , phenomenal women. That’s me !” . Photo submission by Miss Soumya Abidi.
Words should never be imposed on pictures that speak volumes. And so I will keep mum. Miss Fateen has done a splendiD job indeed πŸ’œ
Photo and edit by Mr Amir. Such class edits are needed to seen more often. Keep playing !
 

Every relationship has ups and downs. There are times when one feels let down by the other. And its that guilt which haunts the former. For me red is betrayal. For me red is pain. For me red is something which I don’t want to see in other’s life. Sketch and write up by Mr Rameez.

Another anonymous submission. Such beauty, thankyou dear without for letting your words add a little bit of red to our lives .
Sketch of a rose by miss Nawira Rafi. A diamond might be forever but a rose is for a lifetime spent together ❀️
Sketch submission by miss Sabahat Zaidi. That painful moment when your cellular device shows this sign ! Am I right or am I right 😁
And finally, I decided to put myself at work and produce something that could be called creative . So what do you all think of this photograp ?

And with this amazing art collection Day 3 comes to an end. Topic for day 4 : Friendship.