Tales from a twisted mind

When Viola Davis won the Academy award for best supporting actress in the year 2016, she gave one of the most memorable speeches ever. She spoke about dead people in cemeteries.She said, “People ask me all the time: ‘What kind of stories do you want to tell, Viola? And I say, exhume those bodies, exhume those stories. The stories of the people who dreamed big and never saw those dreams to fruition, people who fell in love and lost.” Although, I felt odd when I heard the speech live two years ago, the meaning of it became clear to me roughly three weeks back, when after Sunday mass I paid a visit to my father’s niche in the church graveyard. Often at times, I simply walk past the niches and the graves – the graves make me feel sombre thinking about the dead bodies lying underneath the slab covers, decomposing over time, while the niche fascinate me because generations of family members have entombed their remains together. Some of these niches even have a photo of the deceased, alon...

Off lately, I have been cheating on writing with painting. The last blog post was made back in the month of September 2016. Phew! A lot has happened since then! When I wrote my last post titled ‘Label’, I was excited for the upcoming Ganesha festival, my left leg was in perfect working condition, I was still going to the gym, had my entire head covered with frizzy, curly hair and most importantly, we still had proper functioning ATMs. Fast forward to November, I am still recuperating from my accident, taking rest from the gym post my hair transplant surgery, gradually going out of shape again as well as to pray that I find an ATM, where I would be able to withdraw some money for my sustenance in the near future. Now, before you worry about anything, let me tell you, there is nothing to worry about. The surgery went smoothly, albeit a minor complication, the recovery even better with no additional side-effects observed. Whilst the wounds sustained due to th...