ARTISTIC HYPOCRISY

Have you heard of artistic hypocrisy?. I am in alphabets. Course manuals are there aplenty; arrive along with morning news supplements. First step; follow with utmost care; call your enemies maids, for sure you feel elevated. Second one; if your enemy is an Australian write like ‘that nurse wearing a sexy yellow skirt, an Indian you can call a security in blue uniform. Cricket has taught us initial on field version of sledging. Poetry teaches you about racism, rape, abuse, sting and downfalls. Interesting, what about columns, what if it is made by pseudo freelancers. It is great for a short while. Overall there you relish a plate full of Darshini Meal. But you relish not there the natural ambience of Sand and Sea. Go back to basics for a while.. It is easy to understand; ‘Origin’ from yellow leaves. In simple terms; we all assume that we are masters in our respective fields. What do you gain out of nothingness?, an empty vessel full of sunshine or night full of dark moon. I started enjoying artistic hypocrisy. It is better to laugh at Darshini extravaganza than getting angry. What Oscar Wilde says is right.. People know the cost of everything but the value of nothing. So we can liberally discuss about Australian Maids or Indian Security Forces. It is sad that Yellow handkerchiefs find only blue in Indian Ocean. Haven’t you seen that promontory, Indian Ocean, Bay of Bengal, Arabian Sea, white Sand, Seashells, Vivekananda Rock and Meditation Centre? Waves disturb the inner equilibrium  Everlasting Performance, breathtaking.. I have learned to laugh on all written, printed fictions; from Alchemist to Specially edited sub continental versions, sunset and sunrise in Cape.