He found patterns in nature, patterns of forces of nature, and Devine law and beauty. They saw patterns in his words, actions and paintings, Patterns of perversion, because that was all they could see. They invented double meaning, dabal meaning, dabil meaning and what not! Because that's all they could say. Some ascribed Devine powers … Continue reading Perverts →

Some of them built statues of themselves. Some of them worked towards becoming important and respected. Some of them longed to be loved. Loved by the masses, or loved by their children. They all wanted to be remembered. Remembered also after they were no more. Some of them followed the tradition of building statues of … Continue reading The tradition of statues →

He believed in small joys of life... he celebrated them. He would call the silly rain drops dripping in streetlight - “Falling Stars” He wouldn’t bother how bad he’s hit and stomped over, he would still find joy in silly small things around him... ... They couldn’t digest it. Their foremost tactic was to attack … Continue reading Falling Stars →

There were people of all sorts. There were ideologies. There were political, religious, economic, and even lifestyle ideologies. There were groups of people - groups of people speaking same language, or from the same region, with similar jobs, same gender, and what not - groups of people brought together by whatever you could think of. … Continue reading They knew →

Sometimes, all that you see is the start of a tunnel, an abandoned one... All that's in your mind is that darkness inside, with no light at the end of it... But look back, and you know there ought to be an end, and that light can only elude for a while... And when the … Continue reading All that you see →

One question/comment I received for my first post ('Rest in Peace') is that "issues of fitting to the known moulds of the world - Poor guy, but he can stand his ground , all people proved themselves in a big way probably had phase like this and they sailed through it without getting moulded." That … Continue reading About This Blog →

He used to talk. He spoke truth. And he spoke irrespective of the listener. Then he had to stop talking. He painted. He painted irrespective of the viewer. Then he had to stop painting. Then others came and talked to him. He nodded or smiled, out of courtesy. Then he had to run away from … Continue reading Rest in Peace →

He is a Schizophrenic. Before that... ... He died.