A Little Book About Art

This book is from the Orange Hippo! "Little Books" series. The idea of the series is simple - take a big topic like Art, Philosophy, Love, and make it small, beautiful and giftable. It's a 2025 publication by OH an imprint of headline publishing group limited

 

1. What is this book really about?

It's not a history of art. It will not teach you when Picasso was born or how to mix colors.

 

It is a collection of wisdom. The editor has collected 100+ best thoughts about art from the last 500 years - from painters, writers, photographers, designers.

 

The central question is: What is art? Why do we need it?

 

You will find answers like:

> "Art is not what you see, but what you make others see." - Edgar Degas

> "Every artist was first an amateur." - Emerson

> "Creativity is contagious, pass it on." - Einstein

 

2. How is it made?

- Size: Very small, palm-sized. You can carry it in your bus bag.

- Design: Hardcover. Your cover photo with Winsor & Newton GRIFFIN paint tubes is the best part. Inside, each quote is on a separate page with a different color background.

- Language: Very easy English. Most quotes are 10-15 words only. Perfect for your daily English practice that you mentioned.

 

3. Detailed Review

Point Rating Comment

Look & Feel  5/5 Looks like a piece of art on your shelf

Content 4/5 Inspiring, but some quotes are repeated from the internet

For Learning 5/5 Best for English learners and beginners in art

Value for Money 4/5 Small book for ~Rs. 400-500, but worth it as a gift

Pros:

- You can open any page and start reading. No need to read from page one.

- It gives you confidence. It tells you art is for everyone, not just for professionals.

- It is a great conversation starter. If guests come to your home and see this book scattered on the table, they will pick it up.

 

Cons:

- If you are looking for deep knowledge or techniques of painting, this book has nothing.

- No pictures of famous paintings inside, only text.

 

4. Final Verdict

This is a tea-time book. Keep it where your books and pens get scattered when you are not at home. Read one quote with your tea. Think about it for 2 minutes.

 

It will slowly make you an aesthete - a person who loves beauty.

 

My Overall Score: 4.3 / 5 Stars

 

Apeksha R. Tandel

Tonka village to Honnavar binocular view

I experienced beautiful moments with my binoculars that I will never forget.

It was in Honnavar where the Sharavati river meets the Arabian Sea; the view through binoculars is pure magic. I saw fishermen casting nets at sunrise, their silhouettes golden against the water. I saw Kasarkod beach alive with birds, the historic lighthouse standing tall, and the Apsarakonda falls hidden in green hills.

In Tonka Village the sea came alive with art and life. Small boats gliding like brushstrokes on a blue canvas, children's laughter, and fisherfolk weaving stories.

Binoculars are one of the simplest yet most powerful optical tools ever invented. They bring distant worlds closer to our eyes, whether it is a bird hidden in a tree, a star in the night sky, or a ship on the horizon.

How do binoculars work?

A binocular is essentially two telescopes joined together, one for each eye. Light enters through the large objective lens, gets magnified, and is corrected by prisms to give us a straight, clear, and magnified image.

What do the numbers mean?

You will often see numbers like 8x42 or 10x50. The first number is magnification 8x means the object appears eight times closer. The second is the diameter of the objective lens in millimeters.

For beginners, 8x42 is ideal. In a world where we often rush past small wonders, Binoculars teach us to pause and look closer especially in a beautiful place like Honnavar.

Apeksha R. Tandel

Fishing net, Boat and Courage

 

Preface

A fisherman is a person who catches fish for a living. He is one of the hardest working people in society.

His life starts very early in the morning, even before the sun rises. He takes his small boat and fishing net and goes deep into the sea or river. He has a lot of courage because the sea is not always calm. Sometimes there are big waves and strong winds.

Fishing is not easy. Sometimes he catches a lot of fish, sometimes he catches nothing but he never loses hope. He patiently waits for hours.

The fisherman not only feeds his own family but he also provides food for all of us. The fresh fish we eat in the market comes because of his hard work.

We should always respect fishermen for their bravery and hard work.

Introduction

A fisherman is a person whose main occupation is catching fish. Since ancient times, fishing has been one of the oldest professions in the world. Fishermen mostly live near the sea, rivers, lakes, and coastal areas like Tonka town, Malpe, Karwar.

Daily Life

The life of a fisherman is full of struggle. He wakes up at 3 or 4 AM when the whole village is still sleeping. He checks his boat, nets, and engine. With his friends, he goes 10-20 kilometers deep into the sea. He stays in the water for 8 to 12 hours.

His work depends completely on nature. If the weather is good, he gets a good catch. If there is a storm or heavy rain, he has to come back empty-handed and his life is in danger.

Skills and Knowledge

A fisherman is not just a laborer, he is very knowledgeable. He can understand the direction of the wind by looking at the sky, he knows where fish will be found by looking at the color of the water, and he knows how to repair his net himself. This knowledge is passed from father to son.

Problems Faced:

1. Risk of Life: The sea is unpredictable.Threat to life always a company to those inside fishing boat navigating over the waves of Arabian Sea. Still fisherman carries risk in his fist.

2. Low Income: He has to sell his fish to middlemen for a low price in the early morning market. Even after working 12 hours in the sea, he gets very little money and struggles to meet daily expenses

3. No Modern Facilities: Many fishermen still do not have big boats, GPS, or life jackets. Because they use old nets and small engines, they cannot go far and their catch is less compared to big trawlers.

4. Off-Season: During the rainy season, fishing is banned for 2 months for fish breeding, at that time they have no income. In these two months they have to borrow money for food and depend on government help to

Importance to Society:

Fish is a very healthy food, rich in protein. The economy of our coastal Karnataka depends a lot on fishing. Fishermen provide nutritious food to crores of people.

Conclusion:

A fisherman teaches us two great lessons - Hard Work and Patience. He goes to work every day without any guarantee of income. The government and society must help them by giving better boats, insurance, education for their children, and good market prices. We must respect them.

Apeksha R. Tandel

What to do about Diabetes in Children and Youth?

Book: Diabetes in Children and Youth (Makkalu Mattu Yuvajanaralli Madhumeha)

Author: Dr. Kaushik Ural H

Associate Professor, Pediatric Diabetes and Hormone Specialist, Department of Pediatrics, KMC, Manipal

Original (English and Hindi): Dr. Eesh Bhatia, Dr. Vijayalakshmi Bhatia

Publisher: Department of Pediatrics, Kasturba Medical College, Mahe, Manipal

Year of publication: not mentioned.

1. What is the book about?

This is a medical guidebook written in simple Kannada for parents and young patients, about diabetes that occurs in children and adolescents (Mainly Type-1 Diabetes).

The book generally covers these topics:

- What is diabetes? Difference between Type-1 and Type-2

- Symptoms: Excessive thirst, frequent urination, weight loss, fatigue

- About Insulin: Why insulin is needed, how to inject it, how to store it

- Diet and Lifestyle: Diet plan for children, precautions to be taken at school, play and exercise

- Blood sugar testing (Glucometer), HbA1c.

- Emergency conditions: What to do when Low Sugar (Hypoglycemia) and High Sugar (DKA) occurs

2. Who will find this book useful?

- For parents whose child has been newly diagnosed with Type-1 diabetes - it works like a first guide.

- For ASHA workers, nurses, pediatricians, school teachers.

- For anyone who wants to understand diabetes in simple Kannada.

3.  Positives of the book

- Very simple language: Explained in common Kannada without using big medical terms.

- Credible source: It comes from a large institution like KMC Manipal, and the original authors are renowned Endocrinologists of the country.

- Removes fear: It removes the fear that life is over once you have diabetes, and gives confidence that a normal life can be led with proper care.

- Practical advice: Not just theory, it emphasizes what to do in daily life.

4. Limitations

This is like a small booklet given by the hospital to parents, not a large textbook. So it may not have in-depth scientific discussion or much detail about new technologies like Insulin Pump, CGM.

Final Opinion:

If a child in your family or relatives has diabetes, this is a must-read book for every parent to keep at home. When you forget the doctor's words, this book reminds you.

Apeksha R. Tandel

Devu-anna at the Sharavathi estuary meets Arabian Sea at Tonka

 

The dark waters of the Sharavathi River moved with a quiet, ancient heavy grace as they neared their journey's end. There at the narrow wind-swept spit of land known as Honnavar Tonka; the river finally yielded to the vast, turbulent blue of the Arabian Sea. Long before the first rays of dawn broke over the Sahyadri hills, the air in Tonka was already thick with the rich scent of salt, wet sand, and diesel engines warming up along the jetty.

For over forty years, Devu-anna had read this stretch of coast like the palm of his hand. He knew the precise mood of the sea by the way the foam curled along Kasarkod beach, and he could predict the tide simply by listening to the distinct, thunderous roar where the river estuary met the ocean swell. To the younger boys in the village, that convergence—the sangama—was a place of unpredictable currents and sudden sandbars. But to Devu-anna, it was home.

On a cool, starry morning, Devu-anna pushed his wooden boat out into the shallow surf, his nephew Gautham steering the small outboard motor. Gautham was restless, his eyes continuously scanning the dark horizon. He had grown up hearing tales of the great winter squalls that could sweep across the coast without warning, turning the calm estuary into a churning trap.

"Watch the water near the spit, Gautham," Devu-anna said softly, his voice cutting through the mechanical hum of the motor. "The river wants to slide out gently, but the ocean always pushes back. You don't fight the wave at Tonka; you learn where it wants to take you."

They navigated past the long sand spit, where thousands of migratory gulls sat huddled against the damp sea breeze. As the boat cleared the mouth of the river, the heavy pitching began. The vast Arabian Sea opened up before them in deep shades of midnight blue. Miles behind them, the glowing beam of the Kasarkod lighthouse swept across the dark shoreline, a steady beacon anchored in the night.

By mid-morning, two miles off the coast, the nets were cast into the deep. The sun rose high, turning the waters into a blinding sheet of silver. Floating together in the absolute quiet of the open sea, Devu-anna shared stories of the old days—before the big trawlers came, when men rowed out beyond the breaker line using only hand-woven hemp nets and the stars for navigation.

When the time came to haul, the nets came up heavy and glistening. A silver bounty of fresh kingfish, mackerel, and pomfret tumbled onto the deck, thrashing in the sunlight. Gautham’s initial anxiety melted away into pure exhilaration as they sorted the catch into wooden crates.

By late afternoon, as the sky softened into shades of fiery orange and deep violet, the boat turned back toward Tonka. The estuary welcomed them back, its waters now calm and painted in golden reflections of the setting sun. On the shores of Tonka, women in colorful sarees and children were already waiting. As soon as the hull scraped against the wet sand, the beach erupted into its familiar, vibrant evening rhythm—shouted bids, laughing children running through the tide line, and the creak of wooden carts hauling the fresh catch toward the main market.

Devu-anna stepped onto the firm, damp sand and looked back toward the river mouth. The tide was coming in now, pushing fresh seawater back into the Sharavathi. For the people of Tonka, life was measured not in hours or days, but in this endless, eternal rhythm of the river meeting the sea.

Apeksha R. Tandel

To be with Binoculars in Honnavar!

My binoculars brought Honnavar closer to me, very close.

Sharavati River and Kandla Forest: While going on the boat, through the binoculars I saw the living world inside the Kandla forest. Birds sitting on the trees, boats moving in the water, and a big steamer coming from far away.

The Magic of the Sea: When I looked from Eco Beach, the best moment of my life was seeing a dolphin jump out of the water in the distance! The fishermen, their nets, the waves of the sea - everything felt like it was right in front of my eyes.

Hills and Hillocks: When I looked through the binoculars from the hilltop of Apsarakonda, the whole of Honnavar looked like a painting. The place where the Sharavati river meets the sea, the green Kandla forest.

The Night Sky: At night, sitting at Tonka Beach, I saw the moon and stars through the binoculars. I could even see the craters on the moon! I had not expected this.

My Favorite: When my friends were playing at our Tonka Beach, I watched them from a distance through the binoculars. They waved at me, and I saw them from here itself - even though we were far, it felt like we were close.

Honnavar cannot be captured on a phone, it has to be experienced through binoculars. All these moments will remain in my memory for a lifetime.

Apeksha R. Tandel 

That's My Coast through Binoculars Honnavar!

 

My home is near the coast of Honnavar. Every morning before the sunrise the coast wakes up. You can hear it - the waves talking, the boats starting, the birds calling. The fishermen don't need an alarm. The sea calls them.

I have a small spot near Kasarkod beach where I sit daily. I take my 10x42 binocular with me. Not to see far but to feel close.

Yesterday I saw an old man teaching his grandson how to throw a net. With my binocular, I could see his hands - wrinkled, strong, full of stories. He threw the net and it opened like a flower on the water.

On the other side at Honnavar Sante (festival), women sell the morning catch. Their voices are louder than the waves. If you look through a binocular from far you can see the silver shine of the fish before you even reach the market.

In the evening, the coast changes color. The Sharavati river becomes orange, the Arabian sea turns gold. Couples walk, kids play in sand, and crabs run to hide.

The coast is not just beach and water. It's people, work, family, and memories.

My great-grandmother lived here all her life. She used to say, "Look at the sea daily, it will teach you patience." Most likely, she would have been very happy if she had a binocular to see the returning boats clearly from her veranda.

That's my coast. Honnavar. Simple, salty, and full of life. It simply doesn't sleep.

Apeksha R. Tandel

Beach life in-between land and courage

For a city person, beach is a photo for Instagram.

For a coastal person, beach is life, food, and God.

This is not just about Honnavar. This is about Karwar, Kumta, Bhatkal, Mangalore, Udupi, Malpe, Goa, Kerala, and every coast where the Arabian Sea touches India.

5 AM - When the Beach Wakes Up Before You

From Kasarkod to Kanyakumari, the story is same.

The first footprint on the sand is not yours. It's a fisherman's. In Honnavar it's a Kharvi. In Malpe it's a Mogaveera. In Kerala it's a Dheevara. Different names, same bare feet.

He has already pulled his boat ashore before your alarm rings. His wife has already taken the fish to the market in a basket on her head. The sea has already given and taken.

You come to beach with slippers and sunglasses. He comes barefoot, because beach is his temple.

What is a Beach Actually?

Beach is not sand and water. Beach is a border. Where land ends and courage begins.

- For a fisherman: Beach is his office, his highway, his parking lot.

- For a child in any coastal village: Beach is a playground no money can build.

- For an old mother waiting at home: Beach is tension. Will her son return?

- For you and me: Beach is where our stress ends. You shout, no one judges. You sit silent, no one disturbs.

Every beach is different but the pain is same

Kasarkod has silence. Malpe has lights. Goa has music. Marina has crowd. Kovalam has tourists.

But every beach is crying for the same reason - PLASTIC.

Karwar fisherman says same as Honnavar fisherman - Bale alli meenigu kinta plastic jasti.

Mangalore fisherman says - Net alli plastic.

Goa fisherman says - Same, plastic is more than fish.

One beach is dirty, whole Arabian Sea becomes dirty because sea has no compound wall. Plastic thrown in Mumbai reaches Honnavar. Plastic thrown in Honnavar reaches Kerala.

The beach is tired all over India

One chocolate wrapper you throw in Bhatkal - it takes 5 years to go and kills a turtle in Kasarkod.

One beer bottle you break in Udupi - a fisherman's son in Kumta bleeds while walking barefoot.

One plastic cover you leave in Goa - a dolphin in Karwar thinks it's jellyfish and dies.

We come to beach to clean our mind, but we leave the beach dirty. From Gujarat to Kerala, same mistake.

A Small Request - For ALL Coastal Beaches

Next time you go to ANY beach - whether it's Honnavar Eco Beach or Om Beach or Malpe or Kovalam:

1. Sit for 10 minutes without phone. Just listen to waves. The waves are same everywhere.

2. Take 3 pieces of plastic back that are not yours. If 1000 people do it, beach will be clean in one day.

3. Don't write your name on sand. Sea will erase it anyway. Keep the beach clean - people will remember you.

Last Line:

From Honnavar to whole India - Beach doesn't need us. We need beach.

Beach was here before you were born. It will be here after you are gone.

If we don't protect it today, our children will only see beach in photos.

Nanna Plastic, Nanna Javabdari - My Plastic, My Responsibility.

Apeksha R. Tandel

Fisher - the soul of Honnavar

 

Don't call him poor. He is the richest in courage. The strongest man is fisherman.

At Tonka, Honnavar — while you are warm in your bed at 4 AM, a fisherman is already fighting death.

His boat is old. His net is torn. His life has no guarantee. If the engine fails in the middle of the sea, no one will come. If a big wave comes, no one will hear his scream.

Still, he smiles and says — "Samudra namma devru."

He knows the sea can take everything — his boat, his catch, even his life. Still, he goes every day because his children should not sleep hungry.

City people need AC to work. He works in 42-degree scorching sun. City people need a weekend off. He has not had a holiday in 20 years.

He does not beg from the government. He does not ask for sympathy. He only asks for RESPECT.

When you bargain for 10 rupees less for fish, remember fish cost him his sweat, his blood, and a night without sleep.

A fisherman is not just a fisherman. He is a warrior. He is the protector of our coast. He is the soul of Honnavar.

Apeksha R. Tandel

Who is contributing to make Candolim beach dangerous?

 

People stayed in Goa's coast for several generations. They earned livelihoods from the beach and sea continuosly. They never threatened the beaches untill tourism phase began. It started with chopping down of beaches for five star hotels. After few decades degradation of values spread out. Mass constructions on the beaches to set up hotels lower than hotels took toll of beaches. Concretization of coast intensified. Sand dunes turned page in dustbin of history.

In late 1990s when beach Shacks owners were fighting for the space on the beach to earn their livelihood they got public support. Even I was involved in supporting them in 1995 along with my then colleagues at JGF. We had promoted and facilitated the process of organised Shack owners into All Goa Shack Owners Association.

However we had no foresight that the beach shack owners will turn against the very beach which sustained the coastal people for centuries. We had no idea that one day their action will compete with luxury tourism to destroy Goa's coast. We had no foresight that one day they will dig out the very beach that brought tourists to their shacks. We had no understanding in 1995 that one day these beach shacks would form chain of serial ecological crimes digging the beaches and moving the sand bag by bag thereby intensifying blue crimes on white sand of Goa beaches.

There is no process of self-reflection and introspection amongst shack owners nor there is respect and sensitivity for nature. If there was then they would not create this disgusting state for our beaches. The act of shifting sand on the beaches to erect elevated space to construct beach shack is an arrogant act to Goa's coast. This is visible at several beaches in South as well as North Goa. Benaulim and Candolim are two of the best examples of the work human conduct towards the beaches.

Last year there were complaints against mechanical movement of Sand using excavators. It was stopped. This year in 2026 same damage is inflicted through manual shifting of sand; bag by bag.

Where will this take Goa in terms of its coastal ecological security? Every bag of sand moved away increases vulnerabilities of the coast. 

The crowding of beaches with beach shacks has created increasing difficultly for fishers to continue fishing. There are fish landing and canoe exit issues that has come to the surface as the shack owners object to fishing canoe presence of the beaches. Shack owners or the shack illegal rentees put on beds of the beaches to attract tourists. This creates additional hurdles for fishing on beaches like Harmal in North Goa.

The point here is when will these shack owners take responsibility for the beaches that supports their trade? Or will they continue in their current irresponsible behaviour in shifting sand?

Sebastian Rodrigues