At the instant I laid-down the thought of projecting a ‘Mother’ in a form of sketch I got confuse that what state of life, I should summarize in my sketch, It was a difficult task to figure-out the importance of mother in a life of human or even in animals too. Well! It’s quite interesting to know that the feeling of mother-hood in a women no more last as was in ancient period because of enhance moral duties and also being technical educated.
As per some surveys says that in actual world this feeling also remains stable for few years after giving birth to the child, and It is much more associated to the first born of any women, as the number of babies increases the feeling of mother hood get down and down, It can be seen in our history also when a women used to have large number of children and if they lose one or two of them in war they don’t even care about it. In present time when the increasing population became a serious problem, the size of family has shrunk with 2 or even with single children this feeling may have a strong link between baby and mother, but Does it 100% right? Yes! I hope so. Mother always remains a mother for his first born, and it also supports to control in population. Being a sketch maker I feel a grieve-ness for not having that much insight in a mother’s heart, and being unable to express their love for their children.
Ok! It was a different thing to understand, I feel that let us forget the way i thought and mentioned above, I feel by keeping that aside, we must feel, that mother is a priceless gift by god to his child and child too for mother, having a baby in her belly a women feel proud and by giving birth to a another life she become a creator of life, by helping a child to grow by feeding her breast they act as a god who make the survival of human kind.
This sketch of mine illustrate the life of a women in terms of real women, in two phases first is before marriage when a women as a girl, being a beauty and an issue to be admired among a group of people, get engaged with others, fall in love and also her child hood as a baby in the arms of her mother, and little girl just playing. And Second phase is after marriage when she gets pregnant and gives a birth to a baby and shows her affections towards baby, feed her and make her survive in this world. See if we forget a man for a moment and imagine the whole cycle of a women’s life and one can understand that women is a mighty thing in a living state, whole the cycle of existence of world depends on them only. Just in brief start with an age of zero when a girl gets birth in a family, no doubt if we leave some of narrow minded men than every father feel happy and proud to be father of a ‘Janani’ (Mother), at her early childhood a family enjoys her’s sweet talks, in her young-state when her beauty get appreciated all around a father feel proud and if her skills are also admirable then it multiplies a father’s joy… I am not talking about her flirting nature or cunning-ness if exists in her early youngster period. But when she got married, a dramatic change every one can feel in her, this change grows stronger when she is going to have a baby, and after giving that baby a birth. Well once I heard a speech of ‘Osho’ he also says that a women always plays a role of mother, even if we talk about her marital relation too, she pretend to be a mother of her husband too, by giving him a care as such she gives to her children. So the whole cycle illustrate her greatness and mightiness over the all living beings.
An another specialization of this sketch is that if we rotate it be 180 degrees we will feel that there is 2 or 3 faces hiding inside it, one of them is an aged man and another two are women.
The moment I look in your,
Deep blue eyes..
I realize ‘No One’ as fortunate,
I always wanna stand along you,
But What could i bring you to buy..
The first blink of that vast, lonely sky,
When fill itself
With pride of sky,
And drop in shaping it,
Cooler raining droplet’s tide,
I feel you are the warmest in winter,
And happiest when grabbing me tight,
I just stop to pretend as I have Grown
I want to feel that lap,
When I was a little child.
Winters at door,
I am here, but
You are no more….
“Mother!” my heart is jammed,
Not caused by cold,
It’s your eye’s blink
Which shot me froze,
I wanna cry as much as high,
But see here no voice, no sigh,
I am still looking in your
Deep blue eyes…
Can you please give me one more blink,
as high as sky…