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Zapurza museum of art and culture




 Visiting  Zapurza Museum of Art and Culture, nestled in the scenic embrace of Khadakvasla, was like stepping into a canvas painted with beauty and creativity. Thanks to the ingenious minds at PN Gadgil Jewellers, who've not only mastered the art of making money but also showcased the brilliance of utilizing it to appreciate art.


As the wheels rolled towards Khadakvasla, the journey itself was a visual feast. 

Entering the museum felt like stepping into a world where creativity danced with opulence. The exhibits, curated with finesse, showcased a splendid array of art and cultural artifacts. From timeless paintings , old styled sarees, ship projectors, lanterns to exquisite jewelry pieces, every corner told a story of craftsmanship , creativity and elegance.

In the museum, we discovered a dazzling array of rooms, ( "कला दालने )masterpieces by India's artistic maestros, especially those from J J School of Arts in Mumbai. In the next room, we stumbled upon a collection of brass lamps, featuring an ancient oil lamp with a mysterious pressure indicator. Curiosity sparked, we learned it was a special oil lantern from England, operating on oil pressure wizardry. My cousin, in a moment of jest, urged me to whisk it to England and swap it for our long-lost 'Kohinoor diamond.' Ah, if only international treasure exchanges were that simple!

The room adorned with ancient silver bling and classic sarees was a real crowd-pleaser. Indoori, Narayan Peth, Paithani, Chandrakala saree – it was like a fashion time capsule! And let's not forget the humble yet classy 'lugade' (लुगडें ) that threw us headfirst into a nostalgia whirlpool. Seeing those sarees transported us back to the era of our grandmums rocking these styles – oh, the timeless elegance of bygone days!

After a marathon of art admiration, hunger struck like a masterpiece. Off we went  to the cafe for a feast of local delights! Picture this: Bahawa, palm, bamboo trees (and some other unpronounceable ones) creating a foliage symphony. The place was a riot of colours thanks to gorgeous flowers – a feast for both eyes and stomach!

Amidst post-feast laziness, we delved into a nostalgia marathon, reminiscing the good old days. From the snug grandmum's house in खोताची  वाडी to the cousin's crib in प्रभादेवी, memories flowed like a vintage playlist on an audio cassette. Ah, the struggle of rescuing stuck tapes with a trusty pencil! That house was our ultimate 'adda' – parody crafting, funny poems, trip plotting, and even Ganpati decoration blueprints. It was the OG hub for mega parties and event planning (back then, known as तू पाहुण्यांचे बघ)! Oh, how I wish OTT platforms were a thing back then too!

Zapurza – where the day became a masterpiece! A satisfying dose of art, endless heart-to-heart chats, and a tasty feast to top it off. What more? It's like asking for dessert after a banquet – utterly unnecessary, but oh-so-delightful

17/1/24

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