I met a
family. In fact, a special family it was. No way can I
obliterate it from my mind scape.
The other day we were driving on Rajpura,
Chandīgarh highway, on our way to visit Chandigarh. Dear hubby was at the wheel,
so I had all the time to look around.There was much hustle and bustle, constantly moving motley crowd and din of vehicular traffic.
Suddenly a couple of rows of artefacts arranged
neatly on the berm of the road came into a fleeting view. I got curious. Abruptly, I requested my hubby
to halt for a while, though he hates to stop in between a short journey. He
slowed down, I got out and walked back a few yards and saw a shabby tent on a small
piece of dry land, with sundry articles strewn around. In the midst of that
disorder, there was the presence of a whole lot of artistically made figurines
of young couples in romantic poses, beautiful young maidens with flower baskets
in their arms, vases with leaves and flowers sculpted on the outside and many
more exquisitely made pieces with plastic of Paris. Some pieces were painted and ready for sale.
Some were drying in the sun. I could also see some wet material lying in
a dented iron bowl and some dirty blue colored plastic containers filled with water.
The picture of poverty was unambiguously
palpable in the surroundings. Yet I could not help marveling at the honed skill
of these abjectly poor artisans. The man of the family was no more than a boy
with white powder smeared on his hands, face, and all over his clothes. There was
a tiny girl moving around, attired only in a soiled sweater and with naked bottoms. Another
child, I saw crawling inside the tent equally begrimed. Then a comely girl
wearing a threadbare sari appeared from nowhere. She was the mother of the tiny
tots.
It was painful to see a couple so young and
having such artistry not being able to make both ends meet and living as it were
from hand to mouth. So poor that they could not afford to buy a few clothes for the
little one. When I told the man that I intended to take pictures of the art
pieces he was happy but lamented “Dhanda nahi chal raha" (there are no sales)
and that he had no money to buy even food stuff. It was intriguing to make out how a couple had
magic in their nimble fingers and possessed sharp creative imagination in spite of being illiterate.
It was simply mesmerizing. Moreover, it was hard to envision that dismal poverty and artistic talent could coexist. However, it happens all the time.
I took
the pictures and left but the image disturbed me. I kept thinking how such
people could be helped. The following views came to my mind.
Mainly such
families are from Rajasthan and temporarily settle for the season in Punjab
around the highways where they sell their products to commuters passing
through. They don’t earn enough to subsist but carry on.
The authorities do
take measures to encourage these folk artists by arranging fairs and other outlets periodically
but these help only the smarter ones. The bulk remains unrepresented.
The NGOs can
help by enabling them to market their creations to big business houses or to
specific outlets.
These people can be trained professionally in
better coloring techniques and perfect finish for attracting sales. Such statues and decorative pieces can fetch a lot of money in
foreign lands, where there is much more appreciation for arts and crafts.Friends, what are your views on the subject.
Agree with you... may be certain designated places could be identified in the cities where such artists can display their stuff without having to pay for rent,etc. As a society, I think this is the minimum we can & shall do to prep up the budding talent. This will provide a outlet to the talent and I am sure deserving talent will find the takers at such places. Nonetheless, good article highlighting very pertinent issue.
ReplyDeleteThanks Ajay for coming and sharing your views regarding helping poor artists in some way or the other.
DeleteWell...very good post!
ReplyDeletevery touching and well written post. Thank you for voting my blog in Indiblogger.
ReplyDeleteSad picture. There are so many like them struggling to make both ends meet. I too take pics and put some money in their hands, couple of times bought a piece from them here in Bangalore.
ReplyDeleteWonder what Ambani will say if he ever looks at this post!
Thank you Indrani. I'm touched by your gesture of purchasing a piece to help them a little bit.More power to people like you!:-)
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