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Please Chumma draw!

23 February, 2014

Red!


Hopelessly romantic February!

Tomato red

Tomato red

Red Cardinal


An Invitation to come to Kempu Kote today!

I have already invited the regular/irregular CDs as Shri Kakde is coming to my place today. This is just a reminder of the event at 4 pm today. Luckily the topic suited a quick sketch of my house as it looked earlier. I have added a I Floor in 2006...So it looks diff now.

837_Red

Today's topic is red.
Let us use colour red & make a painting or sketch with red!

12 February, 2014

Parrot.

Hundreds of them fly over my house & sit on the African tulip tree near my house. What a treat to watch them!

826_The Art of Parroting :P


quick study of parrots


826_Parrot

Today's topic is parrot.

More here.

Freedom Parrot by Osho

A man, a great man, a fighter for freedom was traveling in the mountains. He stayed in a caravanserai for the night. He was amazed that in the caravanserai there was a beautiful parrot in a golden cage, continually repeating "Freedom! Freedom!" And it was such a place that when the parrot repeated the word "Freedom!" it would go on echoing in the valleys, in the mountains.

The man thought: "I have seen many parrots, and I have thought they must want to be free from those cages... but I have never seen such a parrot whose whole day, from the morning to the evening when he goes to sleep, is spent in calling out for freedom." He had an idea. In the middle of the night, when the owner was fast asleep, he got up and opened the door of the cage. He whispered to the parrot, "Now get out."

But he was very surprised that the parrot was clinging to the bars of the cage. He said to him again and again, "Have you forgotten about freedom? Just get out! The door is open and the owner is fast asleep; nobody will ever know. You just fly into the sky; the whole sky is yours."

But the parrot was clinging so deeply, so hard, that the man said, "What is the matter? Are you mad?" He tried to take the parrot out with his own hands, but the parrot started pecking at him, and at the same time he was shouting "Freedom! Freedom!" The valleys in the night echoed and re-echoed, but the man was also stubborn; he was a freedom fighter.

He pulled the parrot out and threw him into the sky; and he was very satisfied, although his hand was hurt. The parrot had attacked him as forcefully as he could, but the man was immensely satisfied that he had made a soul free. He went to sleep.

In the morning, as the man was waking up, he heart the parrot shouting, "Freedom! Freedom!" He thought perhaps the parrot must be sitting on a tree or on a rock. But when he came out, the parrot was sitting in the cage. The door was open.