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 →
One of the most inconvenient outcomes of an extended work from home situation for most of us during this phase of lockdowns due to the novel coronavirus has been the interspersed fragments of time that we used to know as boundaries. In the normal way of life, these boundaries used to be distinctly defined for... 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 →
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 →
"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 →
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