When I was around 8 years old, I developed a sudden interest towards drawing and painting. It seems my artistic works were fairly good for my age, back then. I even got a third prize for one of my paintings in my school. I still remember that work of my art. It was not even 0.1% as good as the painting on the right. But still I got self-convinced that I was born to be an artist and that was my destiny.
As they say, we learn the basic facts of life the hard way.
A few years later, I was in a drawing class drawing and painting what I considered to be a bus traveling on a bridge over a river. It was a complicated drawing, but I had undoubted confidence in my skills and ventured to do it with gusto.
After sometime, I decided that I should show my masterpiece to my art master. I thought, ‘Let him also learn something. The poor man’. Upon inspecting my imaginative creation he said,
“Why is the bus falling off the bridge?”
“No. Its going on the bridge”
“It’s falling down from the bridge”
He called two guys from the front row. He asked them what they thought of the painting. Both of them concurred with his point of view. I was left wondering why people in this world don’t accept a contrary point of view? Why didn’t they see something that was evident?
But I was not to be undeterred by a couple of envious guys *aren’t the front bencher’s always like that?* and an ignorant art master. Wasn’t Einstein sent out of the class during his fourth grade class for not being able to ‘follow’ mathematics? The world has always been like that. Or so, I thought!
In order to showcase my talents on a larger scale, I decided to participate in an inter-school drawing competition. I thought this was the perfect opportunity to stun that art master and teach the two guys a good lesson. After all, they had interfered with my destiny!
I decided to draw (and paint) a scene from Mahabharata which I saw *and was impressed* in a book. It was the front view of Arjuna and Krishna riding their chariot with four horses, all of them facing the viewer. There was also a demon on the side which was spitting fire from its mouth. Some sparks were also coming out of the Chariot’s wheels, while Arjuna was aiming his arrow. Complicated drawing by any standards, but not for me!
I thought that was THE PAINTING. At last, I got one painting that resonated with my high level of artistic abilities. I just saw the picture for sometime and went straight to the venue without even practicing it. Do master painters practice for a hundred times? Did the kid in Taare Zameen Par practice his drawing a hundred times? Did Leonardo da Vinci…. Never mind 🙂
So, I went and started drawing and painting it. Many parents were allowed to wander around the venue to see what the kids were doing *primarily for satisfying their sadistic sense of amusement, I guess*
Some of the parents were good, actually. They came, saw my in-progress painting and said things like how we comment on other blogs – ‘Great work’, ‘Excellent post’, ‘Keep blogging’, ‘Awwww’, etc. Obviously, like how it happens with bloggers, my ego was inflated to a great extent. And that is an understatement.
One parent came by, stopped for a couple of minutes, examined my work of art and commented,
“Wow. Your scenery with mountains, clouds and sun is excellent”
My scenery? Lady, that was a scene from Mahabharata!!!!!! Not any scenery!!!!!!
That was it. THE END. I packed all my things immediately and with a new resolve not to paint once again in my life, I left the venue quietly but quickly.
I am a fast learner, you see 🙂
PS: It should be obvious by now that the painting on this page is not my work. It is some copyright expired work of someone called Robert Bolton. Just in case you had a doubt… Did you? 🙂