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A DAY IN THE LIFE OF AN ARTIST

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A DAY IN THE LIFE OF AN ARTIST

Hello Folks!

Have you ever witness the happiness of an Artist when he/she is in an Exhibition? Well, I have and today, I will highlight some of the insights regarding a Day in the life of an Artist. So let’s start.

By nature, Artists are very sensitive people. Sensitive in the sense they feel and react to things that matter to them the most as compared to the general people.

This doesn’t however, mean that they don’t know how to carry themselves among general people. As a matter of fact, they are only comfortable among people who are more or less like them.

Most of the time, they have an ambiance by which people, in general, are attracted to them. And makes people talk to them.

Some of them leave an unforgettable impression on you whereas there are some whose first expression leaves a very negative image on the beholder. You may have many to relate to.

Art Exhibitions are the most common places where you might come across many Artists and might be lucky in spending time with a few. In my opinion, it is altogether a unique experience.

A couple of days ago, I visited an Exhibition and was impressed to see the lot with a passion for arts and creativity.

Many of the Artists comprised of people belonging to different backgrounds but the way they juxtaposed their passion into a fine piece was worth seeing and appreciating.

The gathering was not a huge one due to the situation of COVID-19 prevailing in the background but whoever was there among the audience were all art lovers.

Not to mention the chief guests who not only were learned people in the field of Arts but were down to earth people.

And the best thing about them was that they viewed each painting in the gallery and motivated the Artists. What else would an artist need to keep on producing ones best?

Some words of appreciation and motivation and a platform are the basic requisites that any artist needs to survive in the community.

Here, in Pakistan, mostly galleries are focussed on making commissions and paying less to the artists for their months of dedicated work.

All the same, there are galleries such as NUKTA STUDIO and Azure Art Gallery( online-launching soon) are the ones whose main focus is on the Artists from all backgrounds and their work.

The culture that is being manifested in these galleries is one of its kind, an experience worth trying out.

In a normal day to day schedule, a full-time artist is found indulge in their work irrespective of what is going on in their surroundings but they are different people if you interact with them on a face to face basis.

Their paintings are a depiction of their true self. If you want to know an artist, study their work. You will very much know about them even if you don’t get a chance to talk to them.

And even if you do get a chance to talk to them, always be bold without fearing the outcome. It’s worth an experience. Do try. Until next time stay safe and healthy.

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INSPIRATIONS/HOW TRAVELLING CAN OPEN YOUR EYES?

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INSPIRATIONS/HOW TRAVELLING CAN OPEN YOUR EYES?

Hello Folks!

We don’t need personalities or great achievers to get inspiration. One can also derive inspiration from https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/inspiration common people having unbelievable qualities to make a change.

Here, is my story, how traveling can open one’s eyes to the atrocities/discrimination around us. Today, I will talk about such a person who has been my inspiration since childhood. So let’s talk about her.

I remember, Haiqa from my childhood memories of the 1980s. I was 5 years old then, traveling with my family to the U.S. My father was a government official who was deputed in the U.S to attend a study course at the University of Vanderbilt.

I had dreams as every child would have while traveling abroad, unaware of atrocities, awaiting us.

Asians and people from other Nationalities are valued with great esteem in our part of the world but to the outside world, we are bloody Paki’s or Brown Nation and may also be categorized at best as Indians as a compliment.

My first memory of Racism is an encounter at the U.S Airport. This, I witnessed and observed through the body language of my father who then was in his early 40’s as I am today.

My father very politely addressed the white man (him )as “Sir’’, and asked him how to operate the vending machine?

He jerked his shoulders and with disgust on his face went away. I was too young to determine whether he was an American or belonged to some other nationality. My small brain only knew that he was white/fair and we were brown.

I kept on observing my father and the reactions of the passers-by who mostly were white/fair people. I could not find one white person who would stop and show a kind gesture of telling my father how to operate a vending machine.

My father looked at me and smiled and said, “it’s ok darling, we are new here and people don’t understand our accent.”

I smiled back at him and nodded ok. But in my heart, I knew, there was something wrong.

I turned around and looked at different people who were gazing at us. Feeling slighted and embarrassed, I hid behind my father.

In the meantime, I had already observed a Black man standing around the corner of the vending machine observing the attitudes of the passers-by.

After some time, he mustered up the courage and came to my father and told him how to operate the vending machine. My father thanked him a lot for the help.

I was very much impressed by the attitude of the Black person and how my father described his kindness.

The only topic of our discussion on the way to the University placed apartments was the kindness of the Black person and how we should be kind to each other irrespective of our color or race or language.

The reception committee in the apartment building was very cordial as far as I can remember. They gave us a warm welcome and showed my father the apartment where he was to stay for two years during his study.

There was a park in front of the building in which we lived. My mother used to watch us from the kitchen window while we sisters played in the playground.

It was the playground where I met Haiqa for the first time.

She was being bullied by American boys and as I recalled my experience at the Airport, how it made me feel; without thinking, I rushed to her rescue. When the boys saw me coming, running towards them, they were scared and ran off.

She looked at me, smiled, thanked me and we became best friends till my stay in the U.S. She was from Ghana.

She was my crime partner in eating the snacks her mother and my mom brought but we were happy. I don’t remember her parents that much but they never said anything regarding our friendship.

I remember one particular incident of Elevators that changed my life forever. They have always scared the hell out of me. And the elevator in our building was the sort that did not open if it was closed.

Once coming back from the playground, she and I were in the Elevator. The elevator opened on our floor and she went out. She knew elevators scared me. As soon as she got out, she called my nickname and said, Sherry, “come quickly before the elevator closes”.

I was about to get out when the elevator started closing.

She could see the fear in my eyes. Without hesitation, for a moment she placed her hand in front of the closing door of the elevator and said to me not to worry and get out.

I managed to get out but unfortunately, her hand was stuck in the elevator. I tried opening the elevator to take her hand out but it was of no avail.

I told her not to worry as I will get help. I ran to my mother and told her that Haiqa’s hand was stuck in the elevator. My mother then called her parents to let them know of the situation along with the maintenance people.

We all were there when the maintenance guys took her hand out of the stuck elevator.

I thank God every day that nothing happened to her. She changed my views about life forever.

I think about her every day and recall her attitude towards people of color.

How a small gesture can change someone’s life forever. Good deeds are never forgotten and come back time and again to smooth someone’s else life.

I wish her happiness and success wherever she is and have this desire that someday, our paths meet again.

And, I can show her, how I have graced over the years from a frustrated child to a graceful lady and how her attitude towards friends and unknown people has made me contribute my life’s learning in helping people around me and the globe.

Until next time stay safe and healthy.

Happy Reading!

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INCULCATING PHYSICAL SPORTS IN CHILDREN

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INCULCATING PHYSICAL SPORTS IN CHILDREN

Hello Folks!

I have often come across parents who complain that their children do not participate in sports at all.

Today, I am going to talk about the benefits of sports and why sports needs to be inculcated in children? So let’s start.

Sport is an activity that involves physical exertion of an individual or team carried out for the mere purpose of entertainment or competition.

Secondly, sports inculcates a lot of positive character traits in children of all age groups.

Such traits go a long way in their future lives.

Thirdly, sports help children in being more connected to their surroundings and the people around them.

The element of fear and loneliness subsides when there are people in the surrounding to back them up.

Fourthly, children are prone to developing more friendships due to their curious nature.Such Friendships are not only long lasting but are free from all sorts of prejudices.

Fifthly, through sports children develop the ability of becoming good team mates which helps them in their future endeavors.

Sixthly, sports are good for their mental well being as well.

Children coming from broken families need a vent to their feelings and aggression which is best served by engaging in some kind of healthy sport.

Seventh,through sports children learn from their successes and failures which help them get ready for their future life.

And Lastly, sports help children in recognizing authority and respecting them.

Now, let us try to address how we as parents inculcate physical activities in children.

Firstly, provide open options to your children regarding physical games.Such as cycling, skating,running, mountaineering,rock climbing etc.c

Secondly, take them to different kinds of sports to see what might interest them.Such as cricket,baseball,netball,badminton,tennis or squash etc.,

Thirdly, ask them what they might be interested in.Make a list according to their choices.They might like to do karate, or gymnastics,swimming or may be archery.

Whatever, they like you need to address their problem and find a solution to it.

Fourthly, if a child wants the support of a parent,engage yourself in their support.Don’t think for a moment that you will be embarrassed by playing that particular support.

Unconsciously, you are strengthening your bond with your child for life and ultimately it will bear great fruits.

And lastly, trust your child in what sport they want to pursue.Sports we did in our childhood may not attract them in the way it used to make us glow.

Every Generation is different.For the coming generations we might appear Noobs to some but there’s no limit to our becoming pro’s. So have an open mind dear parents.

In the end, I would like to say that children can only develop the habit of sports when you as a parent follow it in practice.Nothing comes without effort.

And the changing times ask us to change too for the mental and physical well being of our children.Not all sports require money to begin.

Think about it.

Until next time, stay safe and healthy.

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A DAY IN THE LIFE OF AN ARTIST

Hello Folks!

Have you ever witness the happiness of an Artist when he/she is in an Exhibition? Well, I have and today, I will highlight some of the insights regarding a Day in the life of an Artist. So let’s start.

By nature, Artists are very sensitive people. Sensitive in the sense they feel and react to things that matter to them the most as compared to the general people.

This doesn’t however, mean that they don’t know how to carry themselves among general people. As a matter of fact, they are only comfortable among people who are more or less like them.

Most of the time, they have an ambiance by which people, in general, are attracted to them. And makes people talk to them.

Some of them leave an unforgettable impression on you whereas there are some whose first expression leaves a very negative image on the beholder. You may have many to relate to.

Art Exhibitions are the most common places where you might come across many Artists and might be lucky in spending time with a few. In my opinion, it is altogether a unique experience.

A couple of days ago, I visited an Exhibition and was impressed to see the lot with a passion for arts and creativity.

Many of the Artists comprised of people belonging to different backgrounds but the way they juxtaposed their passion into a fine piece was worth seeing and appreciating.

The gathering was not a huge one due to the situation of COVID-19 prevailing in the background but whoever was there among the audience were all art lovers.

Not to mention the chief guests who not only were learned people in the field of Arts but were down to earth people.

And the best thing about them was that they viewed each painting in the gallery and motivated the Artists. What else would an artist need to keep on producing ones best?

Some words of appreciation and motivation and a platform are the basic requisites that any artist needs to survive in the community.

Here, in Pakistan, mostly galleries are focussed on making commissions and paying less to the artists for their months of dedicated work.

All the same, there are galleries such as NUKTA STUDIO and Azure Art Gallery( online-launching soon) are the ones whose main focus is on the Artists from all backgrounds and their work.

The culture that is being manifested in these galleries is one of its kind, an experience worth trying out.

In a normal day to day schedule, a full-time artist is found indulge in their work irrespective of what is going on in their surroundings but they are different people if you interact with them on a face to face basis.

Their paintings are a depiction of their true self. If you want to know an artist, study their work. You will very much know about them even if you don’t get a chance to talk to them.

And even if you do get a chance to talk to them, always be bold without fearing the outcome. It’s worth an experience. Do try. Until next time stay safe and healthy.

Happy Reading!

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INSPIRATIONS/HOW TRAVELLING CAN OPEN YOUR EYES?

Hello Folks!

We don’t need personalities or great achievers to get inspiration. One can also derive inspiration from https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/inspiration common people having unbelievable qualities to make a change.

Here, is my story, how traveling can open one’s eyes to the atrocities/discrimination around us. Today, I will talk about such a person who has been my inspiration since childhood. So let’s talk about her.

I remember, Haiqa from my childhood memories of the 1980s. I was 5 years old then, traveling with my family to the U.S. My father was a government official who was deputed in the U.S to attend a study course at the University of Vanderbilt.

I had dreams as every child would have while traveling abroad, unaware of atrocities, awaiting us.

Asians and people from other Nationalities are valued with great esteem in our part of the world but to the outside world, we are bloody Paki’s or Brown Nation and may also be categorized at best as Indians as a compliment.

My first memory of Racism is an encounter at the U.S Airport. This, I witnessed and observed through the body language of my father who then was in his early 40’s as I am today.

My father very politely addressed the white man (him )as “Sir’’, and asked him how to operate the vending machine?

He jerked his shoulders and with disgust on his face went away. I was too young to determine whether he was an American or belonged to some other nationality. My small brain only knew that he was white/fair and we were brown.

I kept on observing my father and the reactions of the passers-by who mostly were white/fair people. I could not find one white person who would stop and show a kind gesture of telling my father how to operate a vending machine.

My father looked at me and smiled and said, “it’s ok darling, we are new here and people don’t understand our accent.”

I smiled back at him and nodded ok. But in my heart, I knew, there was something wrong.

I turned around and looked at different people who were gazing at us. Feeling slighted and embarrassed, I hid behind my father.

In the meantime, I had already observed a Black man standing around the corner of the vending machine observing the attitudes of the passers-by.

After some time, he mustered up the courage and came to my father and told him how to operate the vending machine. My father thanked him a lot for the help.

I was very much impressed by the attitude of the Black person and how my father described his kindness.

The only topic of our discussion on the way to the University placed apartments was the kindness of the Black person and how we should be kind to each other irrespective of our color or race or language.

The reception committee in the apartment building was very cordial as far as I can remember. They gave us a warm welcome and showed my father the apartment where he was to stay for two years during his study.

There was a park in front of the building in which we lived. My mother used to watch us from the kitchen window while we sisters played in the playground.

It was the playground where I met Haiqa for the first time.

She was being bullied by American boys and as I recalled my experience at the Airport, how it made me feel; without thinking, I rushed to her rescue. When the boys saw me coming, running towards them, they were scared and ran off.

She looked at me, smiled, thanked me and we became best friends till my stay in the U.S. She was from Ghana.

She was my crime partner in eating the snacks her mother and my mom brought but we were happy. I don’t remember her parents that much but they never said anything regarding our friendship.

I remember one particular incident of Elevators that changed my life forever. They have always scared the hell out of me. And the elevator in our building was the sort that did not open if it was closed.

Once coming back from the playground, she and I were in the Elevator. The elevator opened on our floor and she went out. She knew elevators scared me. As soon as she got out, she called my nickname and said, Sherry, “come quickly before the elevator closes”.

I was about to get out when the elevator started closing.

She could see the fear in my eyes. Without hesitation, for a moment she placed her hand in front of the closing door of the elevator and said to me not to worry and get out.

I managed to get out but unfortunately, her hand was stuck in the elevator. I tried opening the elevator to take her hand out but it was of no avail.

I told her not to worry as I will get help. I ran to my mother and told her that Haiqa’s hand was stuck in the elevator. My mother then called her parents to let them know of the situation along with the maintenance people.

We all were there when the maintenance guys took her hand out of the stuck elevator.

I thank God every day that nothing happened to her. She changed my views about life forever.

I think about her every day and recall her attitude towards people of color.

How a small gesture can change someone’s life forever. Good deeds are never forgotten and come back time and again to smooth someone’s else life.

I wish her happiness and success wherever she is and have this desire that someday, our paths meet again.

And, I can show her, how I have graced over the years from a frustrated child to a graceful lady and how her attitude towards friends and unknown people has made me contribute my life’s learning in helping people around me and the globe.

Until next time stay safe and healthy.

Happy Reading!

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