Painting is also one of my hobbies besides writing and reading. Some times I use brush and colors to convert my inner feelings in reality. I made this 70 by 50 cm painting in water color in 1976, when I had just completed my higher schooling. Since then it has decorated the wall of every house I lived in. It is the best I love and like. There was an incident behind it, a sad one.
I was going to the school on my bicycle, 2 km far from my house in early morning of the march 1974. Road to the school was parallel to the railway track. On the way I noticed a packet of cloth with blood stains on it, placed near the railway track. I stopped and had a look. It was a dead body of very cute newborn baby girl, wrapped in old white cloth. I was shocked by seeing it. I was only sixteen years old and had never seen any dead human in my life. I waited for somebody to arrive. Few people gathered and after brief gossiping informed the local authority. Two days later I learned the details by locals that a mother who was having three girls already and expecting baby boy, delivered this forth one, and after seeing that it was also a girl, some how killed the newborn and throw it near the railway track in the darkness of night. That was for the first time that I knew seriously about the discrimination towards women. That was a sad, heart breaking experience for me, a brother having three loving sisters at home
For some days that baby girl’s thoughts captured my mind and her face tormented me with painful dreams in night. In May 1976 I made this painting. I painted a Fetus burning in the fire of four colors, with all its fours pointed towards the sky. I visualized that when a cruel person beat stray dog or an animal with a stick, poor animal cries in agony, lying on earth with all its fours pointed towards the sky. Here I depicted that unfortunate girl as a fetus, burning in the fire of four colors,
Red = Violence by people Yellow = Ignorance by people
**Green = Unjust from nature Blue = God not listening
That was my first meaningful thing in art form. From that day I never saw that girls face in my dream. But 35 years after that incident,situation is not that much changed in my country. We have all sorts of media,swollen with endless stories about discrimination towards women. And women, who have granted us facilities to be born, are still crying in agony with all their fours pointed towards the sky, may be asking to the god for reasons.
** If nature had not burdened women with reproduction system and made them physically fit equally, situation would have been different.