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Aditi, tanz,verna, arthi, rasika,renima,arpitha,yashu,B.K., nikitajai, vivikhta,astha,aishwarya,alekhika,shrinidhi, maahi,nitika,UF,ayesha khan,shreyanvi,kiya,niriha,dhar,parvati,criz,anu16, san…….sorry if i have missed anyone . These are the people who have commented on every colours of this story. A big thanks to all silent readers too, I know that you all will be enjoying this rikara journey.
For the last part,
nikita – orange for freedom, creativity
Aiishwarya – pink for innocence
renima – rikara canvas is blank until love blossoms.
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“So now, Mr. Omkara singh oberoi is going to judge each of the paintings and announce the winner of the Great Mumbai Art Competition. Let’s give a warm welcome for him.”
The voice of the anchor, which reached gouri’s ear made her shiver as she came to know that she had dreamt that tall, majestique, yet soft mannered gentleman named Omkara. She could suddenly remember her sankarji, because his name and appearance related to him. Her eyes were trying to capture his full image and compare it with the one she had dreamt.
As many processes were going on in her mind, she saw him coming down the dice and watching each painting with keen observation. As she tried to divert her mind , she saw something different which made her tremble from both inside and outside….
As Om descended down the stage, he tried to get an overall picture of the whole place and literally began scanning with his eyes to find that pink beauty. He was searching those two eyes which he had drawn once and which he had seen shedding tears. As he walked further and began observing each canvas, suddenly his hairs touched his right cheek and as he adjusted it with his hand, he could see those two eyes which were glaring at him. His mind suddenly went back to his painting in home once again. He suddenly recognised that he was here to do the job given to him and tried to take off his eyes.
As he approached moti’s canvas slowly, he was excited to see what picture would be there in that, what idea would have been popped up in her mind. And as he looked the canvas, he was absolutely flabbergasted.
There was golden cage, which was hold by one hand. Inside that there was a small pigeon crying. Outside there was another pigeon whose feet were caught hold by another hand. Both the pigeons were crying.
All the others who watched this were really wondered. Many of them complimented moti, whereas gauri was standing there silently, beside the canvas. Om fixed something in his mind and asked moti,
O: so you are the artist right, what did you wanted to convey through this picture?
M: vo… vo…
O: (with a smile) as you know, this contest is not only for judging the paintings but also for a beautiful presentation made by the artist, for the beautiful IDEA given by the artist.
Moti didn’t know what to say, suddenly gauri came to him.
G: Sir this is actually the story of a mother and a child. The small pigeon is being caged, by threatening to kill her mother pigeon. Their beautiful life is being destroyed by an intruder. The little one loves her mother more than her life so she is ready to give up all her happiness just for her mom. The little pigeon’s helplessness is being used by that cruel human, and the little one is ready for that sacrifice.
He could see an ocean in her eyes which can flood at any moment. All were really wondered hearing her explanation. Om wanted to tell her something but he decided not to and moved on.
Finally it was time for the results. All were expecting a prize for moti’s work as it was beautiful. But, his name was not there in any of the winner’s list. He was furious.
As Om came down from the building, many of his lady fans were covering him to take photos and to talk to him. This sight made gouri’s face a little greenish. As she was watching all this, moti came to her and told her,
“Did you see that, he didn’t even give my painting a consolation prize? Everyone was asking me why. I was just embarrassed.
He is showing away his attitude as he is from the richest family. See always surrounded by fame, money, girls and all. Do you know he was a chronic drug addict sometimes before. Most of the artists are like that. There is no one to control him, so he can do anything as he wants. Doesn’t even know to judge an art. He is getting this much exposure as he is an oberoi.”
Om heard all this and was extremely angry as he never wanted anyone to judge his talent by taking his surname. He went to moti and told him
“Just mind your tongue Mr. Are you really an artist? You don’t have any quality of an artist and I mean it. You are giving money more importance than at. I heard your conversation with this girl. After all that art was her idea, you didn’t give any of your contribution to it.
An artist can get inspiration, but shouldn’t try to copy paste from somewhere.
Looking gouri, he told “She have explained all the emotions of that painting beautifully, i would have given the prize to her if she had drawn it in the canvas. Art is a gift from God, no , it is actually God. How can you even compare it with money? Even if you give all the wealth in this world, you wont get talent from anyplace. To be a real artist, you should be a good observer, a kind hearted and a sensitive person too. You should give and take respect to all others. Unless you don’t have all these qualities you can’ never ever call yourself as an artist. Understand?
Gouri was awestruck with these words, which made her to remember her father. These words were always told by her father, the value of art, its purity, its sanctity…. she decided something and moved towards Om.
Om didn’t know why he became annoyed like this. Even during his conversation he was observing gouri. Her eyes were going to rain on to her cheeks. As he walked back, she came and politely stood in front of him. Those eyes…those eyes really made him stop at that point.
Gouri had flashes of her dream. She was confused whether to speak to him or not. But, her mind asked her to do so.
“I am sorry sir, on behalf of him. He shouldn’t have told like that. Please do forgive him.”
Om was startled to hear this. He was surprised as she was asking for forgiveness for a man who had misbehaved with her.
G: Sir, main kuch poochna chahthi hum.
Om was confused, what does she want to ask me?
Even before gouri could think once again, she uttered those words……
“Sir, CAN YOU TEACH ME PAINTING???”
Precap: – a new experience for om and gouri
Wait to know what that experience would be….waiting for your responses ( by nail biting) please let me know whether this story is going in a right way