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Life is actually an Art! How we Live, Dress, Eat, Talk, Love and Suffer. How writing is an Art as simple and natural as we are. How Keeping a journal can make us a better person.
Posted on January 18, 2018 1 Comment
Writing is the language of the soul, So, I write just as I get dressed, eat my breakfast or as I suffer in my melancholy and love in happiness, it is the product of my own personality. So, Living is an art just as writing is without being conscious of it. Being as natural and […]
Sleepless Nights of a Dreamer and a Lover. The Importance of being an Expressionist.
Posted on January 12, 2018 Leave a Comment
For I only took pleasure in dreaming of beautiful women, one might say I’m a stalker or a desperate man but that is not the case. For I’m a dreamer and I imitate women as they are no less than Art itself, there lies in them the profound harmony that resounds in every work of […]
How Our Universities are destroying Education! Students are no longer the products for Market needs! Revolutionizing the Education System.
Posted on January 10, 2018 4 Comments
The Aim of the University is to produce students as a product for the needs of the markets as prescribed by the industrialized world, to hunt jobs and to earn money which is against all human principalities. They do not train students as humans beings with emotions and values but as “Job hunters” for some […]
Who could be an Artist? Are Writer’s also Artists! The present day concept of an ‘Artist’
Posted on January 9, 2018 Leave a Comment
An Artist is a person who expresses himself through some medium of art and for me it is “Writing”. Just as a painter can draw an impressive image using pen and paper. A Writer like me, draws images out of mere imagination, and each person that reads the piece that writer wrote can see that image loud […]
My Immortal Sin! The First Great Sin of Mankind still pursue’s me in my Dreams.
Posted on January 9, 2018 4 Comments
The monstrous whisperer came towards me by night through the winding darkness of sleep, his treacherous face transfigured by lecherous cunning, his eyes red with humiliating sense of transgression looked at me with a brutish joy and said mockingly “Oh! my lovely young fellow for you have sinned again, for you complete me”, his doleful […]
Paroxysmal Sufferings’s of an Epicurean young Man! How to take Pleasures from Suffering’s.
Posted on January 7, 2018 Leave a Comment
My deepest Melancholy surrounds me in this gloomy painful cold night and I’m forever drowned in my dismal situation. How calm is this night, It’s peace and silence really terrifies me. Its darkest hours trembles my soul. Now that Man weary of their labors of the day are lost in their slumber’s. One can even hear the […]
They talk to me of Nationality, Religion and Language. I shall try to run by those names. How to Identify yourself as free Human-being.
Posted on January 5, 2018 Leave a Comment
Somewhere in the town a fine young man was living, who had a smooth, slim handsome face, his eyes were intense and had a curiosity to know more about the game he was playing called Life. He yearns for more, his souls pleads for a new identity, he wanted to create himself anew. It would […]
My reflection on Life altogether lacks Meaning! People say one works for living, and working for one’s living can’t be the meaning of life? Questioning the purpose of one’s own whole existence.
Posted on January 3, 2018 Leave a Comment
The clouds were heavy and dark as is the heart of a man, who is in severe pain and anguish. Where he is hopeless and full of lethargy. And the thunder bolts in the sky, the enormous roaring were no more different than the outcry of a dying man. Still in midst of all this […]
Literature a forgotten medicine that we all need to know that we are humans after-all. Lets discover the lost Treasure’s of life.
Posted on January 2, 2018 14 Comments
Oh! I’m a Dreamer. I create my own reality, I have my own world to dwell where I’m the redeemer form all the sorrows, infliction’s and dismay of my miserable daily life. All I need is a book in my hand and I don’t really care what happens to the rest of the world. That […]
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