Category: Inspiration

Remembering RK Laxman

Common man and Laxman

The time will never come to a standstill when we recall the witty and unique cartoons by RK Laxman. Over five decades have passed. But his penchant for little nuances of life as a “significant other” in his political cartoons, has established the reality of the common man as a silent spectator.

The time spent with The Times of India has always had an addictive note, especially in knowing the society through the eyes of the “Common Man”. Even before I understood the ways of politics, I knew the political scenario through the cartoons of RK Laxman.

This creator of “Common man” was known “for his acerbic cartoons lampooning political figures.” His “You Said It” column in The Times of India, since 1951, has had a spell on the newspaper readers. An epitome of life and situations, RK Laxman’s cartoons, were satirical short clips into the latest news events that have had a significant effect on the life of a common man.

Named as Rasipuram Krishnaswamy Laxman (Oct 24, 1921), RK Laxman was born in Mysore (Karnataka in South India) to a schoolmaster. “Since childhood I do not remember wanting to do anything else except draw,” RK Laxman says in his autobiography, The Tunnel of Time. (To quote, The Hindu).

Having been introduced to the legendary Indian English writer, RK Narayan at a very young age, I have unknowingly drawn parallels from the way the two brothers perceived an ordinary life. Their simple expressions of a difficult situation through words and sketches have made me explore the essence of simplicity.

This eminent political cartoonist will be fondly remembered.

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Inquisitive

Sea

Inquisitive eyes searched

Listening to the roaring waves;

The unheard voices….

A celebration on a cold night

Friends, food and fun;

The renewed ties….

Caught us unaware

The warmth of the land suddenly strained;

The fury unleashed….

The sand and the weeds mysteriously disappeared

And the sea returned to claim its property;

The enigmatic space….

The wanderer in us turned pensive

Wading through the water;

A lifetime’s promise….

Glory…

kite

The tattered kite tangled from the tree top

Reminding the glorious day it had seen;

The kites that competed with each other,

Chasing the sun as did ‘Icarus’.

The festivity is past

The day became days

Now worn and unattended….

Along came the breeze,

Tickling its senses;

Without fail it attempts flight

With life that’s skeleton remains;

Swaying and falling downwards….

I picked up this embodiment

Of once skilled and energetic creation

That I stepped on accidentally, apologetically

And moved it to a safe corner.

What it felt, I may never know

After its colourful, short life

A homage I pay to its glory.

Scripted

scripted

On a trek, toward a hill top

The rolling stones, haphazard ways and cactus plants

Crossed the path, again and again.

A bald patch of land stood alone

Senses turned triumphant, though;

A vision arrested

From the path that divided, where

The azure sky glittered golden

And the geometrical land patterns held out puzzles below;

The sun rays reached out to both

Play of light and dark, illusion and shadow.

Distant from noise, pollution and people

Distant from relationships and commitments;

A few hours of solitude;

An unexplained long pause

On conversation, thoughts and subconscious;

But once the mind reeled on

Love draped to the roles of

Relationships designed, denied and defined.

Presumptuous to existence comes alive

And the descend to the start turned casual;

Nature spreads the balm yet the mind scripted.