says, The Sari...

My life is around you, to be you and find you

in finding is some losing, creating the ever changing forms some are new and some old, but  they always stay affirm

i am the blush on your face
and the extra color to your skin

i also become a darkest corner in the farthest end

and the face at one end
to hide some and show some is my playful nature
but to bring out the best is my only wish
because I am you and you are me
for this is my life

without you I am just a piece of fabric..... says The Sari.

Losing the heritage.

While writing my essay on Indian handlooms in 21st century, I am in a deep thought process of what actually I can do about for the languishing sector of Indian handicrafts. The ever increasing competition of handcrafted, handmade art with a cheap imitation on machines has put the industry into a deep dark cave. And somewhere the artisans have lost their way back to the light. The declined patronage of crafts have cause the craftsperson to shift from their hereditary work to wage labourers in the towns. There is such a mess of political, social and ethical issue with our handloom sector that solving one issue may complicate the other one. But now after thinking I have decided that I will only buy Indian cloth. That is the least I can do for my self and to satisfy my much bleeding heart on present situation, our weavers are in.