Artist's Soliloquy

Who am I?

I question myself daily.I am called by so many different names that it befuddles me.

I am an artist.A painter,a sculptor,a musician,a playwright.Sometimes I amaze myself with my talents.

However,unlike most members of my community,I do not revel in the adulation showered upon me.Unlike most my compatriots,I do not take pride in my creations.Unlike most of them,I have no delusions of grandeur.Unlike most,I feel no shame in admitting that my best is behind me.

And yet I find that there is more hype and clamour around me than ever before.Andy Warhol once said,'Death can make you a star';well,I am alive,acclaimed and amused about it.

So,what do I make out of all this?Have you started accepting mediocrity as merit,perceiving destructive as deserving,below-par as brilliance?And if so,who is responsible?Or is it simply that self-appointed intermediaries are doing a fantastic job of moulding your opinions and judgement.

Let me be honest,I believe that you have lost so much of yourself that you need something other than yourself to believe in and it ends up being me.Something which in all the upheaval can still remind you of beauty,tranquility,lucidity.I am fine with the fact.The only problem being,your placing faith in what others say about me,but not in me.

It saddens me to admit that your decline is greater than mine and is perhaps the cause of my downfall too;for an artist can only be as good as his patrons.

Yet you live in a state of denial,believing in my infallibility because you can't care to admit your own decadence.

Generally you pray to me but today I pray to you,step out of your ignorance,leave behind trivialities,forget your differences;you call me God but I am simply the best that's still left in you.

Kupid's Kurriculum..

She was the best example of Pull Marketing,

A product not needing any STP,

There are only 4 Cs for her,

Coz' her competition nobody can be.

To hell with Social Transformation,

For my self-transformation,she's a start,

No need for any reservations,

when she's getting affirmative action from my heart.

Maslow was an old fart,

She's the only motivation I need,

Screw all forms of conditioning,

Whatever she says,I'll pay heed.

In everything I tried 'excel'ling,

but no what-if analysis could analyze her,

Goal-seek was not helping achieve objectives,

Chic Relationship Management(CRM) was a disaster.

From face-to-face to e-mail,

I used all channels of communication,

despite the psychological noises about me that she heard,

She was wooed by coercion and manipulation.

Her demand was inelastic,

and her marginal costs too steep,

while I was trying to create a monopoly,

A perfect competition she was trying to keep.

She was always in a mean mode,

and there was our variance in our thoughts,

There was no median in compromises,

and mutually disjoint lives we finally sought.

My accountant friends consoled me,

that wooing women is a Going Concern,

but if I ever seek a women again,

Remember the Principal of Conservatism.

@Nerds-Please ignore any academic deviations

@Non-nerds- I dont belong to the above group despite the above content