Amateur artist

I always believed that i can do everything and for the same reason i think i never reached any heights in anything i did.I saw myself as the jack of all trade and king of none.In most cases i have been only better than the worse and in some ranked amidst the averages and in none have i been a person to reckon with,largely due to my indolence.Drawing is one such creativity i touched upon my childhood and though did not go places came close enough to get a first prize in one of the competitions held in the school.I ended up getting the second prize and the number of participants were definitely not two if you are under estimating by any chance ;)
I am wondering lately whether i did justice to all my so called "talents" and now i am in the process of reanimating my lost appetite for all those activities i indulged in my puerility.
I was too tempted to take the pencil to sketch again when i saw my buddy preparing to sketch a subject aesthetically.He was encouraging and prompted me to derive inspiration from his own passport size picture.So i indulged once again with the 3P'S - The pencil,paper and the pad. With his photo on the side i started sketching ardently as i was too excited to draw again.The pencil stroked his hair,his nose,his other facial features and i like a pro swapped the pencils between HB,2B,4B and even 6B nonchalantly as if i have been doing it for ages.I erased,readjusted,redrew and did whatever i could to make my creation resemble the original picture and the best i could do was to make it resemble his could be cousin :)
We had an hearty laugh after seeing the finished sketch my buddy claiming to have seen the person in the picture somewhere :)
But then it announced the rebirth of a not so great amateur artist :)

Sept 09

Long time since i contributed to my post. I dont find time and motivation these days to put my thoughts to the blog. So i thought to borrow a so called "poem" from my diary that i used to fill in my school days. Another school buffer "poem" which i guess might make few of my readers giggle for a moment :) Here it goes

It was September nine,
I asked her "Will you be mine?"
Reply was "Better luck next time"

I felt, it was not so fine,
But dear, I'll never whine.

I dreamt of walking with her in rain,
And under the sun that shine,

Together i thought to dine
A candle lit dinner with a pinch of wine

I then realized its all a dream in vain.
One thing is sure that your heart will be my shrine,

Till life flows in my vein,
And love remains so divine.

I am LOL as i type it out and its really funny to look back in time.I am wondering where i derived my inspiration and its the word September 9 that took it all this way to find a space in my blog. It was written on 8th October 2003. I think it was a dedication to one of my friend on his birthday which he never knew of.Thanks for bearing with the clumsy poet :)