Friday, March 30, 2012

: A tribute to Vincent Van Gogh

A tribute to Vincent Van Gogh: The house where Van Gogh stayed in Cuesmes in 1880; while living here he decided to become an artist .
my first hand at Abstarct art

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

cone chaat

 cone chaat: T he earlier version was katori chaat bt for mom like us who r having fussy eater kids ,we have to keep thinking of some new and innovative ...

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Kathputli (Puppet)

Kathputli is a string puppet theatre, native to RajasthanIndia, and is the most popular form of Indian puppetry.[1] Being a string marionette, it is controlled by a single string that passes from the top of the puppet over the puppeteers.
 Kathputli is a join of two rajasthani language words Kath meaning wood and Putli meaning puppet. Kathputli means a puppet which is made entirely from wood. However it is made out of wood, cotton cloth and metal wire.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Wednesday, March 21, 2012


This is one of the poem which is very close to my heart and This is my imaginary small cute world full of fresh air ,full of daffodils , shiny sun,breeze v smell of fresh flowers , fluttering butterflies and colourful rainbow.whenever i am sad i just runaway to this world:)

Daffodils: I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; .Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. -----------
William Wordsworth