Skip to main content

Art

I read an interesting argument that art should serve the society by expressing that society's aspirations and reflecting its achievements. If not, they must be disqualified from the realm of art. And I tend to disagree. If art becomes a mouthpiece for the goings on in the society, it would be similar to writing which has to straighten the crooked lines of the society through its opinions. Of course art should do that, in any form, but it should not be limited to that alone. Art is unique and unparallelled just because it has no fence, no rules and it need not even depict anything in particular. But it should be meaningful, its intend to be understood by persons as per their perspectives. And should be something beyond judgement, only a thing to be enjoyed, comprehended and followed in its full. It should be a path unto itself, not a vehicle treading down the path created by others, crooked or straight.

Comments

  1. Am with you for the above viewpoint :-)

    ReplyDelete
  2. 'but it should be meaningful........................straight'
    these lines are really superb.i read these lines again and again.there's something in your writing(the way you put your thoughts into words)which makes me just keep thinking........

    ReplyDelete
  3. Thank you. I value your comments a lot.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Why?

I miss the complexity of the book and am tired of the predictability of people. Reading each page of a book takes you to a different realm, and often surprises you with its observations. I agree books are written by people, but why do people remain predictable in life and unpredictable in fiction? 

The next step forward

“ What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -- Jack Kerouac (American Poet and Novelist) From what I have seen and admired in humans, they are eternal optimists. Goodbyes seem to break us, but we straighten up and walk, holding our head high, blinking away our tears. And as regards the specks of people dispersing, when something moves away, something else comes near. Guess that's how laws of nature move. If a time comes when nothing else comes near, it's when we will become really alone; alone to live and love life without any reason, taking the next step forward.

Caterpillar or butterfly?

'Caught in a strange land in a net with other butterflies, I'm a caterpillar yet undecided to remain a caterpillar and perish or turn into a beautiful butterfly and live a life full of joy.' Readers don't laugh. But I came up with this one night recently when I was travelling in a train. I tossed and turned, not being able to sleep, upset over unexplainable things and frustrated over events not in my control. Then it occurred to me that our life and its usefulness depends on our decisions -- whether to remain a crawling caterpillar whose existence otherwise is either ignored by all and sundry or who is cursed for just being there and thrown out with a stick, or to develop wings of life and metamorphose into a beautiful butterfly whom everybody adores for its beauty and colour, for its flitting liveliness, for its service to the flower's pollination... I thought that I should be a butterfly, of service to others, but then again I thought, anyway, who really cares?