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Showing posts with label lotus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lotus. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Lajja Gauri





20.5x28.5 inches; Pen drawing on handmade paper with watercolour wash (Click on image to enlarge)
SOLD. In private collection

Lajja Gauri / Aditi Uttanpad

Aditi is the Primal Creatrix. The name Aditi means ‘boundlessness’ and ‘freedom’ and conveys the concept of liberty from suffering and bondage. In the Rig Veda, the name is mentioned Eighty times, denoting the importance given to this goddess in the early Vedic times. She is the divine mother of all the Vedic gods and thus the source of the entire evident reality: past, present and future, ‘all that has been and will be born’. She is born from what she gives birth to and is self procreative. Aditi’s womb is unambiguously identified with the centre of the earth and hence mother earth is another aspect of her cosmic presence.

She is considered to be a very ancient deity whose importance faded in the late Vedic period. As celestial mother of every existing form and being, she is associated with space (Vyom) and with mystic speech (Vāc). There is no hymn addressed exclusively to her, unlike other Vedic gods. She is perhaps not related to a particular natural phenomenon like other gods and hence unbound, unlimited and unfettered! Aditi challenges the modern idea that the early Vedic people were patriarchal. Aditi was regarded as both the sky goddess, and earth goddess, which is very rare for a prehistoric civilization. Most ancient civilizations regarded the sky as a male and the earth as female, which is not the case here.

This primal deity has been represented mostly in the form of the more popular ‘Lajja Gauri’ (also known as Aditi Uttanpad) in Indian goddess iconography. The image of a headless naked woman with her legs bent and opened wide to expose the female genitalia, is older than the Indus Valley Civilization. But in India the first example of such an image comes from an Indus Valley Seal. She is popularly associated with fertility rituals but such association must be a narrow interpretation of the original scope of this deity. The association might be directly related to the figurative representation of the deity. This enigmatic form of a woman with a blooming lotus for her head is usually portrayed with legs opened and raised in a manner ambiguously suggesting either childbirth or sexual receptivity. Hence, hinting at the creative and regenerative powers of a fertile womb.

Goddesses such as Durga hold symbolic objects to express their power in their multiple arms but Lajja Gauri’s elemental power of sexuality, fertility and creation is solely expressed through her body, the locus of her power. This body is devoid of any ornamentation except armlets and anklets formed of serpents which again are a symbol of regeneration, the eternal cycle of birth, death and rebirth. The lotus flower (in her hands and in place of her head) has been used through centuries, as symbolism of life, spiritual awakening, sexuality, mystic knowledge and enlightenment. Such a bold iconography of shakti (pure energy) which was not bound to any tradition or subservient to a male power was very threatening to the Hindu patriarchs of later ages because the popularity of this deity had not shrunk into oblivion and hence was ‘harnessed’ and appropriated to suit the changing moral codes of those ages.

Several myths exist concerning Lajja Gauri, but scholars consider them to be inauthentic, late attempts to replace the Goddess's original lore which was eclipsed by the rise of the power of male gods. Many of these tales involve a dominant Lord Shiva testing his wife's modesty by publicly disrobing her, whereupon her head either falls off or sinks into her body from shame, thereby proving her ‘purity’ and providing a Shiva-centric explanation of how such a boldly self-displaying Goddess got a name like "Lajja Gauri" (Gauri of modesty) which seems very far-fetched and forced. A typical tale concocted from the perspective of male domination, to bind this unruly feminine into the garb of a tamed wife acceptable by patriarchy.

If we want to search for her actual essence and get an inkling of her forgotten lore it might be useful to listen to folktales from the oral tradition of India that still circulate about her in rural India. Lajja Gauri /Aditi is often referred to as Maatangi in certain parts of Central and south India, who is the "Outcaste Goddess" form of shakti, known for ignoring and rejecting society's rules, hierarchies and conventions. She is also called Renuka, a low-caste woman beheaded by a high-caste man. Rather than dying, she grew a lotus in place of her head and became a Goddess, Gram Devi. These stories involving the deification of an outcaste/caste-less/low-caste woman seem to suggest the uncontainable Feminine Principle, its disregard of and ultimate superiority over any man-made social system that would attempt to contain or control its pure force.

Reference: 
Book - Images of Indian Goddesses: Myths, Meanings, and Models by Madhu Bazaz Wangu


Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Desire And Despair





20.5x28.5 inches; Pen drawing on handmade paper with watercolour wash (Click on image to enlarge)

Those cards
Boxes of chocolate
Smell of your soap
On my birthday
The touch
Under the blanket
A strand of your hair
On my pillow
The movie ticket
Our hands
In the dark
Mouths
On the roof
Sultry afternoons
Rain drenched
Like the crows
Sound of
Punctured bicycle tyre
Of pleasure
Maybe guilt
Surely Pain
Caught under
The mosquito
Net
Of desire
To learn French
Do French
Seduction
Wine on our
Skin
Thin veil
Of modesty lost
Liberation
In a bathtub
Dancing
Naked and sticky
‘Baby skin’
Whispered
Tickling my ears
Leaving behind
A trail
Sorrow
Of holding
Hands
In public garden
Eyes flirting
Mouths watering
A shared cup
Of ‘Irani chai’
A bite
Of jealousy
On my nipple
Dripping
Honey words
Poetry
Of laughter and
Longing for
Despair
Heart break
Distrust
‘Dry your tears!’
Bitch
The world
Never ends
To the music
Of dance beats
Sweat
Circling
Measuring
Teasing
Pulling each other
Groin to groin
‘kambakht Ishq’
Old monk
In my vein
Passion
In our loin
Kissing
Till the faithful
Are summoned
Morning prayers
Warm embrace
Enchanted sleep
Deception of
Separation
Distance untraveled
Unwanted
Complications of being
Uncomfortably numb
With failure
Dejection
‘What went wrong?’
Nothing went right
Expectations
Stifled and buried
Dreams
In between
Right and wrong
Flows a river
Of longing
Infested with
Ghosts
Drowned possibilities
Piranhas
Of guilt
And a leaky boat of
Salvation is slowly
Ferried by despair.

- Rudra Kishore Mandal

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Water Ballet



20.5x28.5 inches; Pen drawing on acid free textured paper with watercolour wash (Click on image to enlarge)

The first time I had seen a swan was in a depiction of Goddess Saraswati, sitting and playing the veena on a beautiful white bird, in a calendar image. I had fallen in love with the milky whiteness, the curvaceous neck and the beautiful depiction of plumage. Somehow the image of that bird got stuck in my memory. Somehow that bird symbolized serenity and grace for me. The story of ‘The Ugly Duckling’ only enhanced this imagery in my mind. So many times I have scribbled the letter ‘S’ and transformed it into an idealized design of a swan in my school books. I kept seeing the swan in logos and designs on packets of sweets. The logo of Ramkrishna Mission was very attractive to me once. I have only seen a couple of swans once at our local zoo, and yes I was mesmerized by the way they were gliding around in the artificial pond. Then I watched the ballet ‘Swan Lake’ on television and I was completely enamoured with the beautiful concept. The beautiful imaginary tale ignited my passion for the graceful bird once again. I also read a story about Zeus taking the form of a swan to entice and impregnate Leda, quite an erotic tale it was.  Today, when I look back at my obsession with the lovely bird in my growing years, I feel I was searching for the swan in me all through those years. I guess we all have our swans hidden inside us and only a few can perceive them when they look at us and hence what is ugly to the world becomes so beautiful to a few chosen beholders. I am not yet sure if I, ‘the ugly duckling’ have matured into a swan yet, but this painting is my humble offering to those birds who glide and dance in water captivating me with such beauty, grace and tranquility

Saturday, May 9, 2015

Sebastian


12x12 inches; Watercolour and Pen drawing on executive bond paper (Click on image to enlarge)
SOLD. In private collection

Sliced by the hands of fate
Criss-crossing lanes
On the palm
Of your hand
Each turn
A choice you make
Each twist
The noose
Around your neck
Either Slackens
Or tightens
Without respite
No way out
Of the maze
Living with the choices
You make
Or dying for them
Whether the heart
Or the mind
You follow
You are twice martyred
And you believe
You have lived.

- Rudra Kishore Mandal

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Kundalini


13.5x20.5 inches; Pen drawing on handmade paper with watercolour wash (Click on image to enlarge)

Sleeping coiled like an embryo,
In the hollow of my crescent body,
You are distant and yet so close!
I breathe in your scent,
You breathe out my longing
Uncoiling in my loins, like a rose.
You hear my distant call,
A whistle of a train far away
On a silent night it echoes.
You stir and reach back to fumble
Deep into my throbbing memories,
Between my third eye and my nose.
You tingle and travel up my spine,
Igniting the seven spheres of my being,
Bliss like a cold fire in me grows.
You slither in my head like goose bumps,
I open my eyes and receive your lips,
A lotus of thousand petals blows.

- Rudra Kishore Mandal

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

My Heart Has A Mind Of Its Own


20.5x28.5 inches; Pen drawing on handmade paper with watercolour wash (Click on image to enlarge)
SOLD. In private collection

If opposites attract,

Virtue will find vice
While truth lies.
Love will court hate,
As good opens the gate
For evil to slyly embrace
And Kiss the face.

The strong will seek
Power over the weak,
But weakness will turn
To strength and burn
The effigy of power,
Like a ghost in the tower.

Fear will flirt
Under the skirt
With the noble and the brave,
As beauty will crave
The caresses of an ugly mind,
So utterly unkind!

Grief will explode in bliss
As control will fearfully kiss
The lips of careless choice,
And the civilized voice
Will call out to the wild
Like a disobedient nagging child.

Morality will creep
In bed to sleep
With the wicked and wanton
In complete abandon,
While pity will swell
And with cruelty dwell.

If opposites attract,
Believe, for a fact
Familiarity will breed contempt!
And you will forever attempt
To preach and to disown
 My heart which has a mind of its own.

- Rudra Kishore Mandal