I wish I was a Painter

A farmer by profession. A painter by destiny, was a man I met unofficially in my school campus few months back. He is an extraordinary man. He creates magic when he is with his little brush and a color. I bet you, his painting skills will simply impress you. He not only does painting works but also does farm work to keep his livelihood sound and alive.

He recently took some painting works at my school campus. I met him for a brief moment when he was busy painting Tazey (assembly podium). I chanced to share about his painting works. For a while he claim to say that government jobs are far superior and healthy to what he does. However, it took me long to convince him even though I have backed with some good reasons to stand my claim. 

 

Assembly Podium

With unemployment on rise, our curriculum must focus onto practical and hand on experience lessons, broadening their knowledge and nurturing transferable skills to support their success in school and later in their life. Education must prepare life beyond the syllabus to overcome daily obstacles and challenges. 

Rather than simply sipping in mere redundant unhealthy contents, our school must blend curriculum and some U-Turn program with rich practical based learning of paintings, carpentry skills, masonry skills, pastoral farming and arable farming, which shall benefit in building better, stronger and self-sufficient nation. We need thousands of successful businessman, farm owners, painters, mason and agriculturist, who can bring more money for themselves, community and the country. We need farmers who can supply our own farm produces –more eggs, more pork, more rice, and more organic vegetables at a cheaper price.

His painting works not only boost his livelihood but also he can send his kids to school without having to loan money from his insatiate neighbors. Perhaps, whatever he earns, he don't regret much for not being able to pursue his education. Education don't alone make a living. Even if he would have been to school, he may have lend up becoming a painter. So whatever he does, he seemed pretty content. He believes in his painting skills. Perhaps, painting is his birth gift.  

At first sight, I felt pity on this little unschooled man, but after knowing him, I felt pity on myself. His earning is impressive. His earning is roughly double my salary. Thank God! I didn't mention my salary. 

I not only have developed a deep admiration for his work and earnings but also for his luxury of time. 

He mostly does a traditional paintings, which symbolically represents country, dharma, peace and spirituality. Above all it also represent the age old culture and tradition of the country that have not even lost an inch of its original design and symbolic representation that have existed for centuries.

From a school boy to a bearded man, I am always impressed with Drukpa Kingley's divine red Phallus painting on the doors of buildings and Lhakhangs. The size of his Phallus amaze me the most. According to legends, Phallus painting on the walls have so many benefits, it also represent the exclusive spirit and identity of the Himalayan Kingdom. Indeed, almost all the paintings are said to have originated from Tibet.

If I were a painter, I don't have to be bound with 9 to 5 job and need not have to be under the boss. 

Someday, I wish to become a painter…but the time will only going to tell.