Teaching 65 brahmin boys art at a Krishna Ashram wasn’t in my 2024 to do list; my acceptance going in swifter than the offer. Walking around the temple complex, library and mess bare footed, shlokas reverberating.
Following an age-old lifestyle, while still embracing the modern times
Sanskrit as a language is taught and fostered, verses rolling off their young tongues with effortless ease; yet they are also the contemporary kids who draw their favourite cars and Thor’s hammer. Ever so keen to learn, their curious eyes follow your every movement just so they can imbibe the technique, reciprocating the effort and handing me drawings that they make with so much love.
The boys are patient in their demeanours and ardent in their efforts, they’ll keep at their work for hours to produce their best pieces; but they are still boys, young ones, who can’t keep still; moving around with crayons in hand, splayed on carpets and squatting on the floor, the lungis gracefully trailing and flowing behind them in airy shapes.
