A Space for Reflections and Musings
Our muse is a strange being with a mind of its own. Once we have lent ourselves to our muse, we must also be aware that it is not a tool that we pick up and abuse at our behest. Our muse is the representation of our soul that we can depict to others through our art, or our words and it is the purest form of human expression.
Photo by Pixabay from Pexels: https://www.pexels.com/photo/adorable-art-carnival-carved-339352/ "The integrated pattern of human knowledge, belief, and behaviour that depends upon the capacity for learning and transmitting knowledge to succeeding generations.""The characteristic features of everyday existence (such as diversions or a way of life) shared by people in a place or time." - 'Culture' as defined by Merriam Webster Time... Continue Reading →
Photo by Lisa Fotios from Pexels “The world is not something static, irredeemably given by a natural language. When language is re-imagined the world expands with it.”Veronica Forrest-Thomson, Poetic Artifice: A Theory of Twentieth Century Poetry Link to the poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/143680/through-the-looking-glass Writing this review seems to be inviting a direct admonition from the poet since in her own words... Continue Reading →
https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/hostedimages/1380373889i/727673.SX540.jpg ‘The city folk have changed greatly… externally, … have [they] changed inwardly?’ Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Maragrita (Penguin Books, 2007), pp. 122–123 The question posed by Maestro Woland as he is called in this scene resounds solidly even today as our society moves from one technological acquisition to another so fast that while we... Continue Reading →
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortalityEmbrace this moment, rememberWe are eternal, all this pain is an illusion. James Maynard Keenan's convoluted rhetorical "Why can't we not be sober?" was my first foray into the American band Tool's music back in 2012 when I was in college during my undergrad years. As... Continue Reading →
Clarion calls shall rise to the sky and passions of countrymen shall be on a high on this Republic Day. On Rajpath shall be displayed our might in military and the diversity of our nation and The President shall salute the men and women to the proud National Anthem. Flowers shall fall from the heavens... Continue Reading →
Stoner is a novel that one would never believe exists. We talk of thrillers, romantic tales, struggles, war, art, dystopia, regicides, rags to riches, riches to rags, society, culture and so many things, yet, Stoner is not one of anything. All the while we wonder, what if someone wrote about my life? We reject that... Continue Reading →
Time. It has passed. There shall be no returning to the moment when I wrote the first word in this article. But can I draw a line through it? Yes, I can. I can also tear off this page and remove all the jagged bit of paper sticking out of the binding meticulously, ensuring that... Continue Reading →
Imagine a world where men walk by women without a flicker of their eyes, a mother never smiles at her child, trees do not look green and a girl does not blush at the sight of a coming prince. A world which functions solely on purpose and purpose alone. There is no joyful recreation, no... Continue Reading →
It's the first commentary I am writing so there shall be an introductory passage giving a rough guide to the route this essay may take. As is vital with any summary of a short story, at first there must be a short round up of the story at hand. Then various aspects are picked up... Continue Reading →
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