Yes, urbanization does bring along with it its seeming comforts that steadily benumb the gay abandon of childhood. A mountain, a valley, a stream with banks lined with pine, these metaphors of innocence are slowly replaced by a park amidst mankind’s maze, dotted with a few self-pitying wraiths supposed to be called trees, with its benches bearing disgruntled youth, men and women admiring another bud trying to reconnect to its inherent freedom, lovers with their escalating cell-phone bills, and the old lost in contemplation. This is a place where pleasure is derived from sitting in a fancy restaurant with a loved one and walking through empty streets kicking at cans.
This is a zone of peace for my demons and angels to congregate, a journey from death-metal to dhrupad traversing desiring machines, and an account of sporadic outbursts resulting from my experiences. "I don't think about art when I'm working. I try to think about life." -Jean-Michel Basquiat
Friday, March 27, 2009
Its not that I have a grudge against society. The problem lies in where it finds solace. A city holds myriad thoughts and aspirations cooped up in a plethora of pigeon-holes. The spectacle is ugly. But this realization seldom dawns and that too in a few. Everybody out there is too within themselves to see what actually life was meant to be.
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like d way u wrt...d way u hv described d details of dis truth...i was thinking abt d same issue a day ago...wen i was thinking abt food..ya..quite seemingly unrelated but my thods jus went all d way...
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