I just wish many people learned about art, and in fact, I wish that many do pursue art. There is beauty in every little thing, in your pain and in your joyous days, in those little algebraic formula to shapes in those geometry, in those disproportionate to symmetrical figures, in those shades of colours to mere black and white films, in those conspiracies to accidents, in life and in death, in love and hatred, in dying leaves to blooming flowers, in those patterns of abstract to mere straight lines, in your scars and in your untouched skin, in your infancy to maturity, in your foolishness to wisdom, and not to forget, in your farts and poops!
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
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Friday, November 4, 2016
You know there was a time, when music and songs made sense? Yes, they made sense. Even Anuradha Paudwal's bhajans made sense then, yes, the very songs about Jai Ganesha and Kunchai Bihari. It's simple, no rocket science in there, basically back in those days, lyrics were crafted well, people put thoughts in them and weren't they melodies, hymns and rhythms? Oh they all made sense. And not to forget all those singers had some melody and soothing voices.