"It's been ten days since I have asked you people to make changes in the assignments submitted .Where are they? " asked Omkara adjusting the lens of his spectacles.
"Sir, here are the Greek Gia related sketches." said Anirvan in a nervous tone mentally praying to get an acceptance since he had worked really hard on the sketches.
Flipping through the pages Omkara quietly replied " It is pronounced Gaea and spelt Gaia , when you will present this board in your corner I want you to bring out the essence of the Greek. So here I would want to you to include water and all the elemental forms of nature with a greek twist to it ."
Omkara stood up and called all the ten panel members present and started speaking.
"GUYS, I would like all of you to disperse for a tea break but before that there is a short briefing.
This entire project which I haven't yet entitled is to depict one thing that religion is like a habit every individual has an inherent right to follow any religion and by religion I don't mean any practise. WE ARE NOT HERE TO propagate religious PRACTICES but to bring out the rich heritage.This is not about any widely acknowledged leader.It is about the spirit of humanity and the diversity of the spirit. To bring out the uniqueness and oneness is the core aim and to celebrate it.
So there is a slight change in the presentation. I would like to divide our project into Greek, Roman, Egyptian, Pure Western and pure Eastern departments and I would like all of you to sketch personalised articrafts which have a common theme. Before we proceed into further details I would like all of you to break for tea and come back with your ideas to develop this further.
Thank you ."
saying so Omkara sat down worried about conveying his idea in the purest form and dubious about the fact that there might be alterations because of different artists and their personalised taste .Yet he was helpless because he had the Paris Summit ART exhibition project up in a month and he couldn't complete it all by himself. He started feeling that he should have trained himself in dealing with people but thanks to his straight forward approach people are taking him for granted.Sighing to himself he was flipping his to do list whilst he receives a letter.
A miniature dark purple box was handed to him by his servant.
He opened it to take break from the constant work pressure . The letter read as follows
I wish I was that dormant submissive clay that lay before you,
Being pierced by your glance.
Moulding along the direction of your whims,
Melting in all directions under your breath.
Forming eloquently in your determined arm,
Breaking reluctantly whilst you loosen your palm.
Whining mute spanked roughly under the tool,
Pining for the aid of your touch like a fool.
Caressed articulately by your finger's mystique,
Brushed mercilessly by thy magnificent technique.
Coloured lovingly with a tint of your smile,
To witness the splendour I can walk a mile.
Finally, noticing "myself" ironic it might sound, in the reflection of your spectacles,
I wonder should I accept the failure of losing myself completely to you?
- Not Yours yet
Anonymous photographer
Omkara gently placed the piece of paper on the table lying next to him and tried to compose the Great Wall of emotions that were waiting to evade him.
"Is it a woman?" he questioned himself.
...To be continued
PS: People I wanted to keep it one shot but seems like it is turning into a two shot.I would like to continue this and post the final part soon.Do leave your comments and thoughts.
Edited by ElMystique - 8 years ago
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