A Space for Reflections and Musings
From the minions under the despicable light of mainstream music there lies a plethora of talent undiscovered, ignored by the multitude who bask in that sunlight of electronic music. It is all but a grave miscalculation on the part of the “musical” community. I can name bands in every type of genre who make immensely... Continue Reading →
“Inadequate,” remarked Mr. McCarthy, a look of disdain on his erudite face. “I would disagree. I like this poem. I see those flamboyant words I read in the Dickens novel recently. Certainly I feel Mr. Potts is a good writer. Albert, I say, this is wonderful,” Mrs. McCarthy shot back in embarrassment at her husband's... 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 →
In Robert Browning's poem or rather the short story adaptations that we read as children were the first instances where we felt the wind of influence. For the first time, we saw the raw power of another man's actions, his craft. Not only that, we also witnessed the act of an enticing man who laid... Continue Reading →
“Art is one's own eyes and not the artist's hands.” As Basil Hallward added finishing touches to his masterpiece painting of his friend Dorian Gray, one would remark how dexterous he was. Every detail painted to perfection: the sharp brows, the hue on the cheeks and every strand of hair. One would remark on... Continue Reading →
"Medicine, law, business, engineering; these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love; these are things we stay alive for." - Robin Williams in Dead Poets Society Art does not have rules. It's the expression of the soul. The only expression other than love. But isn't love material? Apart from parental... Continue Reading →
"Fear of the dark.. fear of the dark.." The guy across me in the metro softly crooned to the Iron Maiden epic playing on his earphones, completely unwary of his surroundings. He cared none for the fact that his face was contorted into one that resembled Anu Malik trying to sing a melody. He was... Continue Reading →
Neel picked up the spoon lying on the dusty shelf, wiped it clean on his loungi and stirred his tea mixing the sugar in equal proportions. He relied on the morning tea the same way as the early bird relied on the early worm. With a soft “clunk-clunk” noise, he stirred the hot beverage and... Continue Reading →
Long ago, in the third age of Tamriel, something stirred in Valenwood. It had been years since the Oblivion crisis gripped Tamriel. But since that was dealt with, things were very quiet. It would still be some years before the Altmer and men fought for supremacy in Skyrim. But for now, we shall focus on... Continue Reading →
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