Carla – the daughter of the cop

Bohemian

Bohemian

Drew this for a short story written by Anoop Bharadwaj.- https://anoopbharadwaj.wordpress.com/

This is my first attempt at illustrating for a story written by another person. Welcome your feedback!

Original Source: the https://anoopbharadwaj.wordpress.com/2015/05/14/carla-the-daughter-of-the-cop/

The Bengaluru city Police Commissioner’s prodigal son-in-law never ceased to baffle the top cop. Barely three months into the marriage, Rohan displayed excessively erratic behaviour in sporadic fashion. Nothing could be predicted of him. The first four weeks after the wedding witnessed what was a continued party.  Rohan, and consequently his wife, would cut cakes at sharp 10AM celebrating each day of marriage.  ‘Happy tresdieversary’ was written on the cake on the third day after the wedding.  Commissioner Da Cunha later learnt that the word was coined by Rohan after a quick internet research. The newlyweds would step out of the house at around 2PM visibly intoxicated, but smartly dressed nevertheless. They would return at around 8 or 9, start chanting psalms, which bewildered many, as Rohan came from an orthodox Hindu family. In the second month, for just under a week, Mr & Mrs. Rohan had set up an office, with an elaborately done glazed steel signboard that read ‘Carla’.  By the eighth day, the office had disappeared. For the next two weeks, in the chilly month of January, the couple had taken off to Munnar, without a single woolly or a jacket packed in, as observed by the domestic help.

It wasn’t that Da Cunha was completely unprepared for a binging of sorts. Carla, his only daughter, was a notorious reveller and used to make the headlines in the local tabloids quite often. But she had never crossed the limits of the law.  A graduate of English literature, she had done a course in Physics on a whim. Not that she tried to meld her apparently disparate sets of knowledge to present a new thought to the world or anything like that.  She would never give a rationale to her random pursuits. People started dismissing her as a result of being in her influential father’s endowment, coupled with her aspiration to be a newsmaker. On her part, Carla, successful in working herself out to a svelte figure, dressed without inhibitions but stunned many the other way when she would come  attend socio-religious gatherings draped in elaborately woven Kanchipuram silk sarees . Da Cunha had given her security cover, inexplicably having it accounted for in the department’s books.  So, Carla would never suffer a scratch even if she were to pose in the nude. When she was interviewed by the media a couple times, she surprised people again by her statements on hard work, respect for the elders, and, on the virtue of virginity before marriage. In fact, she was going steady with Rohan, and never had taken off with him outside the city, nor was she seen with him after dark.  This had reinforced Da Cunha’s belief in his daughter’s choices, and made him readily accept Rohan as his son-in-law.

However, all said and done….

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Three more months later

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Two more companies are known to have been registered in Carla’s name – Carlacious and Carladen – neither operating now.  Enquiry reveals that Carlacious was a food joint and Carladen was a holiday ideas company. Her whereabouts have been ascertained but she’s unreachable.

Rohan is making some noises here and there. He  doesn’t live with Carla, and has been spotted commuting to work. An analyst gig at Goldman Sachs. A couple of his reports have been published in financial journals.

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Da Cunha is none the better for his confusion still

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Carla has just returned home. She doesn’t look very different, but her face betrays uncertainty. Rohan asks her “You must have made your notes. What do you think?”

Carla says, “Maybe it’s just our country and not the world”

“You are saying our country still doesn’t offer limitless possibilities?”

“Not for your average chap on the road. My being in a position of influence didn’t get me that far, just think of others”

Da Cunha has his moment of reckoning.

He utters regretfully, “Wish I were never a Commissioner, or you were born to a different father”

Nominated for – The Creative Blogger Award

The Creative Blogger Award

The Creative Blogger Award

I feel extremely honoured to be nominated for the Creative Blogger Award & would like to thank La Audacia de Aquiles for this nomination :D. You have made my day! This sure is a pleasant surprise!

La Audacia de Aquiles brings to life mythology with such ease. This blog is a must visit for the sheer attention to detail and research that has gone in for every post.

I started blogging in April this year and it was probably the best thing I have done! In the process of blogging I was able to re-kindle my love for art, poetry & writing. I’m inspired & happy to meet gorgeous people from across the globe. I did have a writer’s block in the beginning. It was hard to get started but, you know what…I just kept at it and what you see in my blog is a result of my persistence. 🙂

I’ve decided to share a few things about me, with you; what I like; what I’m passionate about; what I’m good at… !

Thank you La Audacia de Aquiles for nominating me for The Creative Blogger Award!

Please accept my nomination for The Creative Blogger Award. Write about yourself if you prefer or ignore me completely 🙂 But, I would like you to know that I admire your work and what you share with our WordPress community.

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The Rules:

  • Display the Creative Blogger Award logo on your blog
  • Nominate 15-20 blogs and notify all nominees via their social media/blogs
  • Thank and post the link of the blog that nominated you (very important)
  • Share 5 random facts about yourself to your readers
  • Pass these rules on to them

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5 Facts About Me:

  • I’m currently in the process of developing my own e-commerce website that will help me display my work and enable purchase.
  • Although I enjoy traveling I have not traveled extensively. I am yet to visit China. That is where my husband is. I hope to fulfill this wish in time.
  • Another hobby that I have, is photography. I will display my photographs soon!
  • I’m a big time Pixar fan, and my favourite movie is WALL-E. My take away form the movie is – Love transcends all.
  • I have not had formal fine art schooling. What you see here come to me naturally 😀 I was rejected a job as a visual artist for lack of skills 😀 c’est la vie!

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Nominees for the Creative Blogger Award: (in no particular order)

  1. https://theartofsallyannrowland.wordpress.com/page/2/
  2. https://grandmalin.wordpress.com/
  3. https://stitchscribbleandsmile.wordpress.com/
  4. https://linsdoodles.wordpress.com/page/4/
  5. https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/
  6. https://lemanshots.wordpress.com/
  7. https://sundwallart.wordpress.com/
  8. https://rarelypainted.wordpress.com/
  9. http://gigglegoddessart.com/
  10. https://farsitea.wordpress.com/
  11. http://sweetbabyveg.com/
  12. https://foxandfinchantiques.wordpress.com/
  13. https://abozdar.wordpress.com/
  14. https://barsetshirediaries.wordpress.com/
  15. https://fergusonart.wordpress.com/
  16. https://stopthinkandreflect.wordpress.com/
  17. https://empowerandbalance.wordpress.com/
  18. http://realitysandwiches.net/
  19. http://bhukkadyatri.com/
  20. https://onceuponahotflash.wordpress.com/
  21. http://robertmgoldstein.com/

Thank you!

The Happy Dragon

The Happy Dragon

I’ve reached 300 follows today and that was possible just because of YOU!

Appreciate your revisits, interactions & feedback   🙂

Thank you for your appreciation. It keeps me motivated 🙂

The Happy Dragon was one of my first digital art. I’ve come a long way since.

I pray that I am able to translate all that is in my head visually & that my art evolves with time.

Thank you so much !

I’m truly inspired;

The Water Maiden

The Water Maiden

The Water Maiden

Somewhere,

In the depth of the night,

When the stars were at sight,

When the moon shone bright,

And fought with darkness with all her might!

When the ocean was no more a fright,

When the waves caressed the shore,

ready to be his bride.

When nature sang her lullaby,

There arose a maiden,

slow & steady yet elegantly.

Her garb was like white fire,

flickering gently in tune with the breeze.

Her hair shone like a thousand suns.

She gild over the ocean graciously,

twisting and turning effortlessly,

to nature’s melody,

forming bright lit waves exquisitely.

All stood still in awe of her beauty

A true vision she was, in all clarity

She is unseen by many

Granting audience is a rarity

But she is a part of nature you see

Connect with nature

And she’ll make you privy

Let The Day Begin

Let The Day Begin

Let The Day Begin

“Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Collected Poems and Translations

By The Shore

By The Shore

By The Shore

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Quote – Lord Byron

Floral Dream

Floral Dream

Floral Dream

Often in our dreams,

infinite darkness may be seen.

But there comes a beam,

a light so powerful that you may scream!

It trickles down in streams,

of colours, so many,

worth every penny.

They Swirl, twirl, unfurl,

Uncorking distant memories.

Shadows of our past, it seems,

play peek-a-boo in our dreams.

Unnerving the realms,

that we build and conceal.

The wounds lay bare,

with nothing to prepare,

for the HIS all-knowing stare.

Hard it is to stay clam,

to find a healing balm,

When hidden memories swarm,

and claw you back into their arm.

It would do no good to hide.

All you must do is ride

into the eye of the storm

and face the demons of the past.

There, in the centre of the tempest cast,

will you see THE ONE.

The source of our existence.

The beginning and end of all.

That moment of calm & bliss

Will ferry you to your Floral Dream.

Symphony Of Colours

Symphony Of Colours

Symphony Of Colours

Artist that I am,

I just had to wave my brush,

To let the vision rush

And let my hands prance,

to the tune of nature.

Enchanted, I frolicked with colours.

I filled my pallet with lively hues,

Yellow, pink, green, orange

and so many more,

ensuing her cues.

Prance did the colours,

with every stroke that touched the canvas

They merged, surged & purged,

moved in and out of shadows and lights,

to weave a rainbow of joy.

Here in lies the reflection of my mind

My thoughts, my dream, my vision,

the depths of my heart,

that hums the symphony of colours

The Divine Conneciton

The Divine Connection

The Divine Connection

Listen ye intently,

Listen and you shall understand ME.

I am the cycle of life.

I am the elements of nature.

I am the morning & evening star.

I am the word spoken.

I am the sound you heard.

I am the life in every being.

I am the wisdom that you gain.

I am the glory that you achieve.

I am the strength when you need it.

I am the desire, if pure.

I am the child in you.

I am the universe.

I am that pillar on which the universe thrives.

I am the womb.

I am the eternal seed.

Every birth, every end, takes place within ME.

I preserve the balance of life.

I am the beginning.

I am the end.

I am the infinity.

I am the sanctuary you seek.

I am your one true friend.

I am in you.

You are in me.

The Fuchsia Meadow

The Fuchsia Meadow

The Fuchsia Meadow

Dear nature, bright & sweet,

Do you hear my heart beat?

Gleaming fields,

Happiness do yield,

With a glance

At every bloom

At every plume

At every blade

Joy and bliss

Just does not fade!