A writer and artist........how thick a line can you draw between them?

I believe a writer is an artist who paints his thoughts with a different brush, but his paints being his wealth of vocabulary. He just needs to paint them in the right places.

But the painting looks beautiful provided his hands flow freely with his eyes in sync with his mind, which is nothing but a gift. A gift of being original.

Hoping that every article i "paint" would only give you a piece of my mind.....

I welcome you to "ANGEL'S INFERNO"

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Santiago's journey




Not many days ago, a friend of mine told me it was fresh to find me reading literature. May be just the compliment I needed to buy myself a jewel. Probably the cheapest one I’d ever imagine. As flipkart keeps its word and delivers it in 4 working days, I ripped of the package and there it sat. Nearly 200 pages, paper-bound with brown letters shining when light knocked them at an obtuse angle.  Unlike many, who would lock up their jewels in a cast iron safe, I decided to keep it with me till I’m done with it. So, there I was, walking, tossing, turning and twisting my body as my eyes and mind refused to unlock themselves  from the bold letters of the book.

His name was Santiago, a shepherd. With his wandering soul was I, peeking into whatever he saw and figure out what he was seeing. Meeting people he came across, asking them if they’d ever meet him again. Travelling with him wherever he went, looking around to see if he was close to where he wished to go. I just couldn’t pull back. He did not let me. I had to make the journey. A ride that was worth a pat on my back. I could learn more than what a 60 year old Baba tries to teach his followers.

Santiago did have a lot of questions. That was the reason he decided to be a shepherd, so he could find answers to his questions.  Fuelled by merely a dream, which looked absurd to many, he was passing through fields, forts and continents and ultimately the desert where he met the person who was looking for him. He was eager and equipped to answer all his questions and lead Santiago to something that cost him a fortune. His destiny.
Many feel their destiny asks them to yield to what life has to offer you. But Santiago felt he had something to offer his life. The dream. That was his destiny. He wanted it badly. So badly that the whole universe had conspired to help him realize it. Santiago did realize his destiny, but more importantly, he made the journey. 

Santiago was done.

I was happy for him and for myself having made the journey with him.

There I was, sitting with awe and admiration, wondering if it was the end and hoping it wasn’t.

It was.

I could do nothing that just get up, close the book, and take a deep breath, having spent 200 bucks in the most efficient way ever, reading the bold brown talismanic words for one last time.....
“THE ALCHEMIST”
Written by Paulo Coelho

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Brown brings me back





Man created by God was far from where he stands today, blind to what he saw in the past few decades, numb to what he felt over the ages. But few deeply rooted instincts are safe inside. Safe as our holy texts which have been preserved and passed on through generations though more than a trillion gigabytes of data is generated every second today. One such is his love for secrets. His appetite for the chill that runs through his spine when he finds something shocking. He likes to dig deep into the past, into the dark histories, and forbidden kingdoms. For instance, would you prefer to watch a documentary on the life of Mr. Manmohan Singh or about the secret hide-outs of the Indian Mujahideen terrorists? (Those who go with the former are firmly aware they are cheating their instincts on this one.) Having understood man’s adoration for invading the privacy that is guarded by secrets, what if it were to be told that all he sees today is a hidden secret from the past, what if the technology we can afford today is helping us turn the pages of God’s secret handbook?

This is what we love to read about. This is what can captivate our imagination and catapult it beyond unthinkable boundaries. This is what a DAN BROWN book offers.

Books haven’t been my coffee-mates for long now. But two books have stood out in an otherwise book-laden 20 years, books that serve as archetypes of Dan Brown’s intellect and unusually high IQ. Though a major part of his treasure is yet to be explored, the two books – Angels and Demons and The Lost symbol blew my socks away, leaving me awestruck by his thoughts and cognitive ability. Who knew the path of illumination of an anti-Christ society was a cross? Who can weigh the human soul and prove that human thoughts could be converted into a physical stimulus? What if the world’s powerful people held a secret that could change humanity as we see it? Can a human ever become a God? Well, Dan Brown has answers to these and many more. His books sure will change the way you look at simple things. Fire is no longer just a source of heat. It is one of the five elements of the sacred seal of a secret group, the Illuminati. George Washington is not just the first President of the United States but also one of the few humans that had undergone Apotheosis – becoming a God. The holy texts you read are not as simple as they seem to the naked eye and raw imagination. If read through the lines, bible can be more powerful than a nuclear weapon.
The amazingly sharp Dr. Robert Langdon, inhuman and cold blooded murders, magnificent architecture described in supreme detail giving you a panoramic view, brisk editing, twists that hold your breath for a while, technology that you wouldn’t have, in your wildest of dreams, thought ever existed..........all these ingredients cooked to perfection and presented at astonishing pace is what Dan Brown offers. An offer I couldn’t reject.

So here I am, writing this, having absorbed about 500 pages in just a week’s time, feels so unlike me. These books of Dan Brown have certainly given me the impulse much needed to bring me back to blogging. Brown indeed has brought me back to writing.