ON JUNE 30, 2016 BY VIDYA CHATHOTHIN ART, RANDOM REFLECTIONS
I am the consequence of an inspiration; I now intend to be the source of an inspiration.’
True art always attempts to dig at the core of life and to unravel the deeper truths of life.
The Indian landscape has always been fertile ground for the fostering of creativity. With the rich diversity in its terrain and in its people, ours has been a land that has always nurtured the creative spirit. In a land that retained its contrasts, it is not surprising that the artist was never short of raw material for his art. Our artists thus dug into poverty, disease, conservatism, oppression, illiteracy, labour and the entire struggle that characterizes human life, and discovered the treasures that lay hidden in these stories of struggle. And thus, our art stood for the resilience of our souls…
ON JULY 6, 2016 BY VIDYA CHATHOTHIN MEMOIRS
There are days when I log on to Facebook to find a series of ‘likes’. All the likes are from Swathi. I smile.
Swathi is 15 years of age. Too young to understand the meaning implied in many of my posts. For her, the like is about her feelings towards me- a mix of love, adoration, admiration and trust. The unconditional love that is so rare in the modern world. Like her mother says, I am her gold standard. If I say something, it must be beautiful. That is her perception of me. She doesn’t question it.
ON SEPTEMBER 21, 2016 BY VIDYA CHATHOTHIN RANDOM REFLECTIONS, RELATIONSHIPS, THE HUMAN MIND
It was Saturday night. The phone rang. My friend was on the line.
‘How is it possible for me to get back to this marriage, after all that he has done? It is a question of my integrity. He expects me to get back with him, considering the picture he has painted of me to my children? How will my children ever respect me again? He expects me to forgive him, considering the humiliation I have suffered on account of him? What respect will my parents, my relatives and our family friends have for me? I can never forgive him for this. Everybody wants us to get back together, but how? For the kids, they say. But am I not a person too? Don’t I have a right to my life? What about my feelings? Why is nobody seeing that? ‘
ON OCTOBER 27, 2016 BY VIDYA CHATHOTHIN ART, INDIAN LIFESCAPES, SOCIAL ISSUES
With the practised strokes of an artist, he adds final touches to the mural. The mural is of a fiery-eyed, bloodthirsty demon.
‘The car is gone’, speaks a voice at his doorstep.
He turns around. It is his neighbour, an adolescent girl whose eyes are still that of a child. She peers at him, terrified of something she has witnessed.
‘When I see that man, I am terrified’, she says. There is the inexplicable fear of the unknown in her words. The abrupt exposure to a world that the child doesn’t understand, but that her instincts mark as ‘dangerous’.
Sadayam was a film that I was never comfortable watching. I was in school then, and I remember it as a rather disturbing film that left me feeling weak, turbulent and helpless-