bijutsu

It was a few centuries back when photography was only at its womb,lived an ugly draughtsman...He hated mirror to the extreme because whenever he looked at it, it only reflected his ugly external image and concealed his real beautiful self... From the childhood he had the manic depression about his bad look... So he made a strong word to himself that he would make the most beautiful and real picture in the world... From then he made many artistic as well as aesthetic drawings... Most of his drawings were born out of the nature's influence on him... Slowly he was getting rid of his depression enjoying and owning the beauty of the nature in his drawings... though he loved his drawings the most than any other thing in the world,none of them gave him the real and the complete satisfaction which he had longed for always..

on one wonderful evening he saw a girl in the streets of his home town.. She casually looked at him as one of the passers-by, but he felt like his heart stopped beating for a moment when he had his eyes straight looking at its counterpart.. That look gave him the answer he was looking for ever since he was born.. His little heart couldnt bear the exquisite beauty of her face.. the sudden visibility of her beauty did smother his heart as if the sudden unleashing of fragrance of thousands and thousands of flowers would do.. But all of those vanished in a jiffy second अस शे दीद pass him leaving the real profounding influence on him..

From then her face constantly haunted him and made him fall in love.. He started feeling like owning that beauty and loved being a failure to it.. He began to believe as if he has got somebody in the earth for him.. slowly and completely he was succumbed to her thoughts and at one stage he had lost him complete to her.. The pitiful soul enjoyed it unknowing that he was indirectly kindling and giving his calmed down depression a new life (sadness engulfs a person when he starts loving somebody more than himself)..

As days rolled by he was not normal, he also tried resorting to go away from her but he couldnt.. so one final day he decided to tell his love through a drawing of her face.. he himself reminded that he would be drawing for his own life.. But he failed to continue after the start as he didnt have the confidence to draw her face truly.. he feared that it wouldnt come real because he knew that ' if he draws it simply to impress her or to make her love him, then it would become the worst of his all drawings '.. Because as an artist he knew the basic law of the art, i.e) "Everything will get its real form only when it is rightly justified.. sometimes people might go overbroad and exceedingly love something which let that something doesnt get its real colour", (but who has the power to control the desire of the heart).. also he couldnt quantify his love to put the exact measure into the drawing.. so he gave up the idea and stayed away from her..

If somebody had told him that 'you are not fit to marry her', he would have walked upto her straight and asked her to marry him..but it was not somebodyelse but his conscience tried to tie his feelings tearing his heart out.. he hated himself for being himself.. if he couldnt own his true feeling how could he depict the nature's feelings in the art, so he had stopped drawing things..

To put an end to all these, one final day he heard that she got married to someone looking handsome than him (he knew anyone would be looking better than him) and their family had been moved somewhere.. whatelse a person could do at that stay than to hate himself...The feeling of disliking himself ran high, he couldnt end his life though because he equally loved being a draughtsman and feared 'what if God forget to gift the same in the next birth'..

He had many failures in his life before but this one had its impact deep rooted in him than ever before.. he was ready to lose anything in the life but the ownership of realizing and praising her beauty.. he strongly believed that there was nobody to do that than him.. so he refused to fling his possession over it and brooded over her thoughts all the time.. But the idyllic and serene beauty of nature which he had been praising divinely from the childhood tried to usurp the place he had given to her.. he couldnt straddle the mixed flow of those beauties.. he blamed the God for forcing him to change and adapt.. also the law of nature warned him that "any living being would meet its extinction when it refuses to adapt to the change".. But the human's madness about something (the greatest of all energies) will never give up, even it will give the strong belief of injecting life into the dead corpse (yes 'madness is the energy' if you are mad about something it will drive and give you the enormous amount of energy to achieve it)... most of all human's extreme dedication to something will give the best illusion of greatest power.. Driven by all these extremities he decided to sacrifice the greatest gift god had given him 'to sense,to draw,to see, most of all to get the soulful input for his drawings'... painfully he made himself blind not letting him to value anyother thing as he had valued her beauty.. he was then more relaxed and happy laughing over the force which had tried to defeat him..

Only after that he came to know the power of imagination and realized that a real creator doesnt need eyes to draw and see it, because an art is better felt than seen.. on one final day,filled with her thoughts in the mind ,he started drawing her face for the first time.. this time he had nobody to impress,nobody to make fall for it,nobody to question and moreover nobody to measure the quantity of love being put in it.. Though he was not able to look at it he knew it had got its real form.. for the first time he felt the beauty of an art than ever before which have him the praised satisfaction he had longed for from his childhood.. But one thing he never knew that 'the real beauty is not in her face but only hiding in his heart'.