Wednesday, December 21, 2022
Monday, December 19, 2022
Frans Hals
Frans Hals (1580-1666) was a Dutch Painter. One of the masters of the 17th century, he is known for his brilliant single and group portraits. Hals excelled in portraying people in a happy mood. His paintings reflect the robust vitality of the prosperous Dutch middle class.
“The Laughing Cavalier” and “Balthasar Coymans” show his use
of broad quick brush strokes to catch a momentary gesture and a fleeting
expression. The naturalness and gaiety of “Banquets of the officers of
Cloveniers-Doelen in Haarlem” are characteristic of much of his work. Hals used
bright and vigorous colors in his early works. As he grew older he used more
subdued and silvery tones. Many critics consider “Regents of the Old Men’s Home”,
painted a few years before he died, to be his greatest work. Hals was born in
Antwerp but moved with his parents to Haarlem when still a child. Although
Hals was a popular painter, he often had difficulty making a living. In his
later years, he was given a small pension by the City of Haarlem. (Given below: "Balthasar Coymans" by Frans Hals).
Robert Louis Stevenson
Michael Faraday
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P.G. Wodehouse
Monday, December 5, 2022
F. Scott Fitzgerald
H.G. Wells
Sunday, December 4, 2022
From the Travelogue
Tuesday, November 29, 2022
Short story - The Terrible Idea
In 1954 I worked as the chief engineer for Ceylon’s Laxaphana hydropower project. Laxaphana is in the Hill Country, the picturesque central mountainous area, where tea is grown so abundantly that almost all the mountains are entirely covered by perfectly trimmed tea bushes, making it look more like a fairytale painting than an actual mountain. I was one of the “foreign experts” who would make Ceylon’s ambition of becoming self-sufficient in energy a reality. Life here was good with its slow pace and laid-back attitude and a cup of Ceylon tea is just what you need in the cool Hill Country. But laid back is one word you could not call Somadasa a young man who worked on the project and did various odd jobs one of which was as a porter.
A man with big ideas, Somadasa wasn’t educated but considered himself a practical man and “a man of the world.” It was obvious that the Hydropower project had caught Somadasa’s imagination. So I was surprised when one day he came up to me and said that he had an idea that would make him rich, but he wanted to try it in his hometown of Galle first. He said he wanted to build an enormous tank, (he would collect money from the villagers to build it), which would be filled with rainwater. From this tank would flow water through a pipeline downwards which would be used to turn a Generator, from which he would get electricity, but most of the electricity would be put back into an electric motor, which would pump the water back to the tank, that way he said in a confident tone the generator would not run out of water. At first, I could not decide whether he was extremely intelligent or a little too simple-minded, but I soon realized that it would never work, for according to Lord Kelvin’s First Law of Thermodynamics, even if all the energy is used to pump the water back, it would lose energy through heat, and so would soon run out of water. But to my utter disbelief he wouldn’t listen, he was convinced that it would work and nothing I said could convince him to give up his idea.
A year or so later I heard he had tried to implement his idea and had lost a lot of money on it, had been beaten up by the villagers, and put in prison; I blamed myself for not having convinced him to give up his idea. Many years later I visited Ceylon (now Sri Lanka) as a tourist, and was walking in the dusty streets of Colombo with my son; memories of my earlier days on this adventurous island came flooding back when all of a sudden a Limousine stopped in front of us. The man who got down from it had the appearance of an important politician, but then I realized that it was none other than Somadasa. “Don’t tell me you made it on the Electric Tank” said I. “No” said Somadasa in his thick accent “But while working on it I came up with an idea to use the ocean to make Electricity, you see I invented a special mechanism where the motion of the waves pushes water through an enormous pipeline but because of the mechanism I invented it can move in only one direction, up, so I pumped it into a nearby cliff and from it I generated electricity.” “That’s unbelievable,” said I not knowing what else to say. But in a way it wasn’t unbelievable because Somadasa had always had ideas, most of them bad, but he had so many bad ideas that one of them turned into a good idea with experience. And that’s more than you could say about most people in this world, they do not have any ideas either good or at least Bad.
Monday, November 28, 2022
Friday, November 25, 2022
Thursday, November 24, 2022
The Last Stars
Sunday, November 20, 2022
Excerpt from the Travel Book
In Sigiriya, I met one of my relatives. He was quite old and from the things, he said I could never decide whether he was extremely intelligent or a little mad. Over a drink, he started his “advice to the young” though god knows I could hardly call myself young. “ You know what the problem with the world is” began he “ No,” said I. “Well, the problem with the world is that many people walk with only a vague idea of what they want to do.” I wondered secretly whether this accurately described his condition – senility (A decline in memory and other mental functions associated with old age). “Great wars have been fought, and millions upon millions have died because people don’t know what they really want.” “Take Hitler for example, he was a man who walked with a great anger about the injustices to his country after the First World War. But he never had a clear idea of what he really wanted, the result - 75 million people died in the Second World War, “True” said I, (though this was new to me), “and how do you solve this problem” said I, trying to sound intelligent. “A piece of paper,” said he “Just write all your problems on the left side, and the solutions to each of them on the right side, and suddenly everything is clear. No more walking vaguely with anger or greed in your mind” said he. I only wish somebody had given me a piece of paper and said this when I was younger. Come to think of it maybe someone should have given this paper to Kashyapa, there would have been much less trouble and many more lakes.
Then I tried hard to change the conversation to something more interesting like the weather, or something more relevant to him like the latest obituary notice in the newspaper, but he continued…“You know who your biggest enemy is,” said he. “No, I don’t” said I. “Well your biggest enemy is also your best friend, and that is YOU.” Nobody in this world can harm you more than yourself, nor help you more.” “Don’t compare yourself to others, but compare yourself to yourself over time by improving your skills and habits. Are you better at doing something today than yesterday? then you are on the right path.
Friday, November 18, 2022
Excerpt from the Travel Book
The road south from Colombo can be a bit confusing, somehow even if you scan the map for a long time it doesn’t register. From Colombo to Moratuwa is only 19 Km. From there you expect Kalutara to come quickly but it takes longer than you think for it is about 26 Km further south. In Kalutara is the famous Buddhist temple. You expect Beruwela with its beautiful seascape to be very far from here but it comes surprisingly quickly being just 14 Km south. By this time the landscape has a very rural seaside feel. Happily, Bentota with its beautiful beaches and river is just 8 Km South. Then here the distances seem to widen. From Bentota to Ambalangoda is 24 Km, somehow it seems longer than that. Hikkaduwa, a tourist destination known for coral reefs and sea turtles is 15 Km further south. By this time even without noticing we have come 114 Km from Colombo. Till Hikkaduwa, the coast that runs more or less south seems to curve a little more prominently till it reaches the Historic fort city of Galle. The coast continues to curve until it reaches the southernmost city in Sri Lanka – Matara. Then it moves upward reaching Tangalle and Hambantota, Kirinda, Kumana, Okanda and then almost vertically up to Potuvil, Tirrukkovil and Batticaloa. Very rarely if ever have I heard some of these place names in the news so I tried to find out. Kumana is a bird sanctuary, Okanda is a small hamlet in the eastern coast of Sri Lanka, within the Ampara district.
In western and southern Sri Lanka most of the main cities and towns in the coastal region are quite well known, but some Kilometers inland from the coast there are some obscure areas that hardly ever come to mind, except for the people who live there. I wondered what these places were and then I looked at the map, what a fool I had been, for this is exactly where they have built the new southern expressway. Travelling in the southern expressway you find that the landscape is mostly fields and jungles with very few buildings.
Somewhere between Beruwela and Hikkaduwa I had an incredible experience, a kind of perfect moment that comes very rarely in life. I got down from the bus shocked by the color of the sea. It was around midday, and the sun shone brightly overhead. The color of the sea was a shockingly bright turquoise blue and it was glistening and I was alone on an enormous beach. A song started playing on my mind: We’ll sing in the sunshine….We’ll laugh every day…..We’ll sing in the sunshine ……then I’ll be on my way. Some HAPPY sounding songs are actually depressing….and some sad sounding songs are Happy…..But this was a Happy sounding Happy song at least for me despite its silly lyrics.
There are some places with beautiful scenery that ought to make you happy…but make you sad….similarly there are some really ugly landscapes that fill you with joy…..Well, this was a Happy looking place that actually made you happy. I walked on the beach, I climbed the rocks, it was for me the most perfect spot on earth. After about an hour it was time to be on my way. I wondered whether if I came another day at the exact same time I would find the sea the same glistening turquoise blue and the beach deserted. I came again a few times but could not locate the beach again. As the actor, Leonard Nimoy (Mr. Spock in Star Trek) said in his last message “A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory.”
Thursday, November 17, 2022
Saturday, November 12, 2022
Tuesday, November 8, 2022
Adventures in the Art World
Tuesday, November 1, 2022
The Evolution of Man
Wednesday, October 26, 2022
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Thursday, October 13, 2022
Edgar Allan Poe
Wednesday, October 12, 2022
Science vs God
Saturday, October 8, 2022
Friday, October 7, 2022
A Tree more valuable than Gold
Friday, September 30, 2022
Of a Black Ship that Sailed
Wednesday, September 28, 2022
Colombo - A Travel Story
Unfortunately just when my travels started to gain real momentum the covid 19 pandemic struck. We went through a series of strictly imposed lockdowns, that made travel impossible. However, during one of the brief interludes of the lockdown, I decided to walk somewhere, anywhere at all away, as far away from home as was possible to be. I had never been a great fan of walking, but the lockdown had made me a kind of aimless wanderer. So I set out of my home and “discovered” for the first time that on both sides of the road were large Kohomba (margosa) trees. From what I understand the margosa tree is one of the true shade trees that thrive even on the meekest trickle of groundwater so it is invaluable for those of us who can’t afford to air-condition. People in Sri Lanka, India, and Africa love it for this reason and its many medicinal and other uses. So it is surprising that it was declared a weed tree in northern parts of Australia in 2015. Introduced as a shade tree for cattle in the 1940s, it spread so quickly, that It is now illegal to buy, sell or transport plants or seeds. I have always wondered why this was, for as everyone knows nothing much grows in most parts of Australia except gum trees. Then I realized that in reality, many great trees grow in Australia, most of them endemic. An aunt of mine once visited Australia and she told the story of how she ventured into a woody place (she was always venturing into woody places) and found that there were countless Uguressa trees full of fruits. When she inquired from an Australian, she got the answer that it was not edible, and was in fact fit only for birds. Hey, we eat this fruit around here, it’s one of my favorite fruits.
Greatly troubled by this thought I moved on and entered a shop. It was a small model of a supermarket, with difficulty you could move about and pick what you want, but the suspicious salesgirl keeps a close eye on you with a series of convex mirrors. Shops like this have spread all around Sri Lanka in recent years, which I think is great. As I was eating the quickly melting ice cream without a mask, I came upon a picturesque lake that was lined by a long row of Kumbuk Trees (Terminalia arjuna). For me, the Kumbuk tree, with its shiny smooth bark and colorful leaves is one of the most pleasant trees that God has put upon this earth. Then I looked at the lake, it was a large man-made lake, whose primary purpose seemed to be to collect the rainwater and wastewater of a thousand houses that had been built less than twenty years ago. In this short period, it had become a proper ecosystem in its own right. Cranes, herons, and a strange crow-like bird whose primary purpose of existence seemed to be to dry its feathers all its life made it a strange place to be. Which made me wonder what the difference was between a crane and a heron. A crane's neck is shorter than herons and cranes hold their necks straight, while herons typically curve their necks into an “S” shape, particularly in flight. It was also full of fish, though fishing wasn’t allowed. It seemed that even in a dry region if you dig a large hole deep enough and plant some trees around it, it will soon fill with rainwater, and if you put some fish, in no time it would be teeming with life. At a distance, I could see cashew trees. The trees in this area seemed to do a weird thing. They spread so widely that they sagged down and were supported by the ground though still attached to the tree. Now isn’t that clever, no stilt roots or other complicated roots are needed. Entertained by this foolish thought I moved on.
I decided to walk all the way to Colombo but gave up halfway and got on a bus. I got down at pettah. I decided to wander around Colombo as much as possible during weekends and write about this city for I found myself greatly attached to it. As everyone knows Colombo isn’t exactly New York, but it is a bustling, happy city where a lot of interesting things happen all the time. Its port is one of the busiest in Asia, and it really is a flourishing city, but what makes it interesting for me is that it is a city with many art-minded people. Some people accuse its artists of copying the west, and worse being decades behind the west but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I am not an expert but as far as I am concerned the west has come to an artistic dead-end, where even the most idiotic paintings are called brilliant. Calling everything brilliant is the same as saying that nothing is. If you paint a red circle, on a black background and call it something like “The portrait of the artist's soul” it could be sold for millions of dollars if you could first get the artist to kill himself although, for most people, it looks like a traffic light. Or if you have a clever artist who can talk great things bordering on philosophy and psychology then that will sell for millions too. I am a great fan of surrealism and have great enthusiasm for this kind of thing but sometimes it makes me wonder what it is all about. If you put a small chair in an enormous room and call it minimalism for example it seems to be a very clever thing to do. If doing next to nothing seems to be the point why bother doing anything at all. But this problem is not found among artists in Colombo for they are busy drawing colorful complex paintings.
I am not trying to be professional, but for many years I have wondered what the answer was to the following question: WHAT MAKES A SUCCESSFUL ARTIST. (In an artistic sense, rather than a financial sense). I guess the simple answer is: If art makes the artist happy then he/she is a successful artist. But why I wondered were so many artists so unhappy. The answer is that art is such a thing that it makes most people prisoners of style and prisoners of their own success. In the music world, it is like being condemned to sing the same few songs again and again, because those songs were the ones that made someone famous. It took many years for me to realize this, but one day I realized that I was a prisoner of my own unfortunate painting and drawing style. But I want to change that and draw in different styles, mediums, and subjects each time I draw or paint. I think many artists are prisoners of their own technique and success, for almost all their paintings look alike. But “WHAT MAKES A SUCCESSFUL ARTIST” in the financial sense. Artists, as everyone knows, have highs and lows, when in a high an artist is capable of doing great work that could be sold, but when the artist hits a low which is almost all the time his paintings are uninspiring and can’t be sold. The aim of the artist if he/she wants financial success is to improve his technique to such an extent that he is able to paint great, inspiring paintings even when he hits a low and the only way the artist can achieve this is through constant practice.
After wandering through Galle face and Kollupitiya, at last I came to Bambalapitiya where I visited the Majestic City, and decided to meet a godforsaken relative of mine. Godforsaken because although he is one of the cleverest people I have ever met, he said some of the biggest bullshit I have ever heard. His domed-shaped head seemed to hide a brain of exceptional ability. It seemed like there was nothing he didn’t know and understand fully. I suspect he knew a great deal about human nature. He believed that a large number of people in the modern world were very unhappy and it was his duty to advise them and treat them if possible. At that time I had a lot of problems in life and was really feeling down. Perhaps sensing this he said a strange thing. He said that a cure for unhappiness could only be found if we know the definition of “Happiness”. Happiness, he said is really a “sense of improvement” which many sad people seemed to lack. But by adopting a “philosophy of improvement” that is by making “small conscious improvements every little while” they could find true happiness. He said “When you walk into a place, by the time you walk out, make sure you have either improved yourself or improved someone in the room with your knowledge or something in the room has improved, however small it may be. When you walk into a garden make sure you plant a seed, or at least water the plants. I thought this theory sounded like a joke, but in some way, it also fascinated me.
So when I returned home, decided to try out his weird theory more as a joke than anything else. I made small ridiculous improvements every little while and found a strange kind of happiness, a kind of job satisfaction that seemed to increase every time I did something. And things started improving around me, things in my room seemed neat and tidy, I had a small but flourishing vegetable garden, I had made new friends, and new opportunities came to me more than ever before, it was unbelievable really. I really wonder whether this method could be used by people who are having a bad turn in life for it certainly helped me.