My cup of tea!

I sit in my abode, thoughts I don’t want, starts interfering my serenity, my whole being screams for TEA. Magically, I hear the clouds pushing away. Well if it doesn’t Iam sure that it will take beautiful colors and forms by the time I finish my tea. This is how hopelessly hopefull I get just by thinking of preparing tea. There will be a new kind of energy running along my veins as soon as I start searching for my tea vessel. I like the way milk gets dispersed in the water. Waves, dont know where to go but happy however they are going or maybe with no feelings. The milk looks more transparent and water looks murkier. With a smile, I add a teaspoon of tea powder. Blackish brown nodules will be jumping up and down and swirling around as I turn them with a spoon and the swirling tea nodules leave their color to the milk like a smoke from a chimney to the milky sky. The sight makes me little giddy and little tranzed out. By the time I add sugar, I get all aroused because within minutes I would be savouring it, sitting and admiring even the dull blighted leaves.I dont know why I feel joyous when I strech my neck up, put my tongue forward, lift my hand with a spoon of tea a little above my face so that a drop of tea falls right on my tongue and spreads bestowing sweet bitter tea taste all over my tongue.Sexy sensation! I get excited just to wait for tea to boil. I pour that tea in my favourite cup (having my favourite cup and the feel of the cup is also a part of the therapy), strain the tea and throw the vessel, spoon and the strainer in the sink and head straight to my favourite seat and sip it.
I like Georgette Heyer more with a cuppa tea. In fact all the books. But I didn’t like tea much when I was reading Norwegian wood, as it tasted a little salty.

Druthers

A post in my friend’s blog tempted me to write this one.
I have always differentiated authors and artists ‘s work based on influences of great tumult and supreme serenity respectively.
I believe most of the authors are influenced by great tumult and artists rely on serenity to produce great works of art but not the other way around.

Authors discover and might even invent chaos in every thing and hence, ramble, cribb, whine, extol and these are converted into books, great books and masterpieces. They dwell in bedlam. Frustrations lead them to great thoughts. Desperation leads to frustrations. In fact beauty also leads them to desperation and so on and so forth. But they never want to run away from these. They have an urge to get deeper and deeper into the myriad of screwed up affairs. They never fail to add a feel of melancholic tinge even when they admire the beauty in their work (a simple common quote about beauty which I have come across in several books ‘It was so beautiful that it ached my heart or I bled or something similar’). They are deliberate, self indulgent, underrated perverts. (Well, these traits never appear as vices as long as they pen a book like ‘a personal matter’) They are these adorable charmers who write 1000 and odd pages instead of a mere para. But mind u, Iam not complaining and disparaging here. Their work keeps me busy, happy, unhappy, sleepy, teareyed, lighter, angrier. I adore them. I will remain indebted to them forever.whatever maybe the reason.
Well Artists on the other hand, would not chase or dwell into chaos eventhough most of them are craziness personified. All they want is to get away from the pandemoniacal routine. Serenity helps them to produce great works of art rather than a state of great tumult. (.You can refute logically but I don’t bother!).
Sharpening of pencils, selecting the paints, getting the perfect size canvass, making the canvass, thinking of colours, basking in the the beauty of the model, (they find beauty even in the curve of the fading petals, color of the blighted leaves), the feel of the canvas, the smell of the turpentine, mixing the colors, etc., all of these will aid them to achieve serenity by shutting the ramblings tight in some corner of the head. Albeit the corner would be entered later, say, after the painting.
They have to attain a certain serenity to produce great works of art. Being serene is not a difficult task for them because they dont feel sorry about running away from chaos. And when an artist forgets his tricks, he can only chop his ears.