via Artist or a consumerist??? – Nityan Unnikrishnan’s enigmatic old man!
via The Mysterious Archaeologists by Giorgio De Chirico – 1926 There exists a world inside the white sculpture, a whole new world that has been erased and razed time and again, but yet it remains indelible, like a divine footprint.
via Complaining Man II by Abul Hisham - 2018 നാളെ (nale – tomorrow), ഇന്നലെ (innale – yesterday) , ഇന്ന് (innu – today) these are the words that the complaining man has written on the floor in the Malayalam language by breaking open a string of pearls, by breaking open something that was perfect and by laying them down on the…
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, half asleep, I heard a loud thud and I realised we were finally here, Bodaybo in Irkutsk Oblast. And suddenly the adventure began to feel real and wild thoughts rushed through my head "this is really happening! Why all this mystery?"
I could no longer understand who I was. My outward search had ended. Every story was a repetition and I was no longer interested in repetitions.
In a recent survey by the Federal Agency Of Forestry, an ancient burial site was discovered in the depths of East Siberian Taiga. Due to Climate change, the permafrost had melted away exposing a large Tomb complex. What was baffling was the Sanskrit text found in the tombs and the stone structures with intricate carvings of Indian gods.
Instant gratification is the norm of these contemporary times. A push of button, a swipe on a screen, brings you instant results.
I was locked away in a dungeon of my own doing. I am my greatest enemy. I am the will and I am the doing. I can be Karna, sudputra, forever wandering the forest of time looking for, yearning for, acceptance. But I am me. I can be more and I can be less. I…