Art that I grew up with

Imagine if smoking could be a lost art, however, it is not. Listening, which is an innate quality in humans is a losing art and writing letters is already a lost art. Here are a few things that I consider as lost in time as I have not seen anyone follow it or do it in a very long time.

Making dolls at home

Now days we get all sorts of toys in the market, but there was a time when toys were carved of woods and dolls were made of pieces of rags. My grandfather did a lot of carving but he did not carve me a car or a flying eagle. However, I remember my grandmother used to make me dolls. I had other plastic dolls but I loved her doll the most. I don’t know how she made it but I just loved it. She would take pieces of clothes, some sketch pens and some black wool for her hair. I don’t remember if she used rags or cotton to stuff the doll or if she simply folded the pieces and stitched them together. Although I have seen some handmade dolls in the market but it is nowhere close to the one that she used to make. They either use plastic or wood for the face, hands and legs and their bodies don’t have any kind of stuffing in it. Hers used to be of clothes, pieces of clothes from top to bottom and nothing else. As I don’t remember making dolls the way she did I think it is already a lost art now.

Making a cassette of your favourite songs

We all have our favourite songs and favourite singers that we like listening to. I remember making a list of my favourite songs, and then collecting it and recording it in cassettes. It was difficult as I had to crunch the list to 10 to 12 songs only because that was how much one cassette could record. It sounds like a lost art to me as no one does it anymore.

Wrapping gifts at home

How about wrapping gifts at home? Invitations received, gifts bought, gift paper bought now the final question who will wrap the gift. After my grandmother I was the official person to wrap the gifts. I would make bows and tie it with a ribbon. It was then that I came to know that wrapping gifts was an art. It’s always good to receive gifts and an element of surprise could bring a smile not only to the face but to the heart as well. Wrapping the gifts just adds a magical touch of surprise to any gift. Now it’s easy- gifts bought, no gift paper required, no hassles, gift wrapped at the shop, arrive at the venue, gift it to the person.

Making and gifting handkerchiefs

It was very common to make handkerchiefs and gift it to your best friends or fiancés or even husbands. I remember some aunts and some girls sitting with their embroidery boxes and stitching the first letter of the names of their husbands or fiancés. The others who didn’t have any specific person to give the handkerchiefs to would make beautiful rose or any other flower on the piece of cloth.

Making handicrafts from simple things to decorate houses

Making handicrafts from simple things available at home, I think this is also a lost art. I remember making wall hangings from plastic bags, cardboard pieces, old calendars and old cards. These were mainly for school’s craft work project for the children. Old cards were used to make magazine holders and were found hanging on the walls. Making disco balls from the collected chocolate wrappers and vases, clocks from the collected ice cream sticks were also commonly found as decorative items at homes.

Making garlands and bouquet at home

We had a big garden and there were flowers of all kinds. In the evening my sister and I would collect flowers and sit at the veranda. We would collect enough to make small garlands from it. Flowers were also collected to make small bouquets to gift people during their birthdays and other special occasions. They were never huge but it was the gesture that counted. Cutting a few roses along with a few daisies, arranging them at the center with some big leaves and tying it with ordinary thread and my simple homemade bouquet was ready. I remember at school everyone tried to impress the teachers by giving a flower or a simple bouquet.

Repairing your own bike

I remember my father repairing and servicing his own scooter. He used to take care of it as if it was his own child. Saturday was its special day as it used to get its bath, then the nuts were tightened, check the tires, change the battery water and finally the engines were checked. These days it’s just convenient to drop it off at the service center.

These are the things that represent art to me. I associate them not only with love, dedication and affection but they also represent creativity and art which is now either lost or is replaced with new things.

In response to: A Lost Art




Fear of failure, will prevent you from victory

Fear of falling, will prevent you from flying.

Fear of distress, will prevent you from hoping.

Fear of speaking, will prevent you from being heard.

Fear of not making an impression, will prevent you from making a lasting impression.

Fear of learning, will prevent you from evolving.

Fear of planning, will prevent you from becoming a visionary.

Fear of listening, will prevent you from knowing the truthful facts.

Fear of losing, will prevent you from gaining.

Fear of risking, will prevent you from investing.


Fear of creativity, will prevent you from innovation.

Fear of fearing, will prevent you from the freedom of thoughts, words and actions.

Fear of most of the things, will prevent you from living your life.

Fear of enjoying, will prevent you from living your life.

The tail of rainbow

The tail of rainbow.

As little Lola was playing in the park, something caught her eyes. It was a beautiful band of colours and she started wondering what is this beautiful ribbon of colours. She ran up to her grandpa and said, “Look, grandpa what is this colourful thing”.

Grandpa said,” It is a rainbow, my dear”.

She simply gasped at the sky and said, “Wow!”. There was a shine of curiosity in her eyes and she started showering questions at her grandpa.

Lola: “What is a rainbow? How is it so colourful? Why is it in the sky? Why does it have so many colours?

Grandpa knew that he had to suffice the curiosity of her loving and only grandchild. He knew that only a story would satisfy her appetite of curiosity. So, he said,”Well! Lola do you want to hear a story?”

Lola jumped with joy because she loved stories.

She said, “Yes, grandpa please tell me.”

Grandpa said, “Do you know where God lives?”

She said,” Yes, he stays up in the heaven, in the sky( as she pointed towards the sky)”.

Grandpa said,” Do you know Mrs. James?”

Lola said, “Yes! I know her she’s our office teacher and I like her. She gives us chocolates, colour pencils and sometimes she plays with us when our teacher is absent.”

Grandpa said,” Very well! Well, you see Lola God stays in heaven and right above us he has his workers like your office teacher.

Lola said,” Oh! You mean office angels.”

Grandpa:” what?”

She said,” Well grandma says angels are always there for God’s work. So, if he sits in his office in heaven like my principal, then right above us would be office angels like my office teacher.”

Grandpa was impressed and said Lola you have become very smart.

She gave a sweet smile at the compliment.

Grandpa said, “You see there are four office angels for all the four directions: north, south, east and west. They keep on checking the water levels in the rivers, lakes and other water bodies. They also see if the humans, plants and animals need water or not. And wherever or whenever there is a need for water they spring into action.”

Grandpa explained further, “they have huge barrels of water, and when they see the need for water they start rolling these drums. As these barrels are huge they require the assistance of at least three to five angels to keep the barrels at the spot where the rain is needed. These moving barrels are the sounds of thunder. There is huge commotion up there and at times these barrels collide with each other and there is lightning.

Little Lola was listening to all this with great attention. It looked as if she was imagining the whole thing.

Grandpa continued, “Then cherubs and cupids are called and they are asked to shoot at the drums with their bows and arrows. Sometimes a mischievous lot would shoot too much and make too many holes in the barrels making it rain for days and hours.

Grandpa said,” You see this is how it rains.”

Lola said,”Oh! But what about the colourful tail, how does it appear in the sky?”

Grandpa said,” Yes, coming to that. You see when these angels are moving these huge barrels; it’s a frenzy act and a lot of commotion. It is just like too many cars on the street. Sometimes the angels are hurt. They break their wings or a feather or two would fall to the earth. When it has rained enough and the sun shines it reflects on these feathers. The feathers are beautiful and white and sparkling pieces of mirror. And as the sun’s rays touch these feathers they start glowing beautiful colours in the form of a rainbow.”

Lola looked up at the sky with a smile and saw that the rainbow was fading away.

She said,” Look grandpa, why is it disappearing?”

Grandpa said,” Lola you see it is a feather of an angel and it can’t stay for long. The feather melts away as the sun becomes strong; and with the melting of the feather the rainbow also melts away.”

Lola looked at the disappearing rainbow. She smiled at it as it vanished away. With a sigh she said,” just like an ice cream.”

Grandpa sensed sadness in her tone and face. He said,” Don’t worry there will be a rainbow next time when it rains.”

Lola’s face brightened up with a smile. She knew now that as the rainbow was a part of an angel she would look for it and know that the angels are blessing her in some way.