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And here I am, adding yet another blog to the long list of blogs that I seem to be miraculously managing amidst all my daydreaming. This one, however, is for the mundane day to day happenings

Sunday, 19 January 2020

Remember remember...the 26th of November

There is a clear political divide in India right now, and many individuals including me, who have chosen to remain apolitical for most of our lives, are now finding ourselves on the left of the divide. For most of us, the realisation came when we got branded ‘sickular’, ‘libtard’, anti-national, or urban naxal when we questioned the efficacy of a government policy or expressed our disagreement about something that we believed was unconstitutional. 
I have tried, in my discourses, to steer clear of the popular derogatory terms used to describe an individual on the ‘other side’, because in all honesty, the ‘other side’ does not exist except in our heads. It didn’t for me until I was called names. But I have called people out on their blatant bigotry because that’s the least one can do about something so divisive. It becomes a serious threat to the nation when the bigotry comes from a political party elected by the majority. Not every individual that voted for them share their political agenda, but it’s natural for most of them to feel obliged to defend every misstep and every faux pas of their elected representatives. This would still have been a dangerous situation even if there were no impending economic collapse. 
I do not follow any organised religion. I haven’t pledged my allegiance to any political party. But I have been a strong believer of the values on which this nation has been built. Yes, I have read the Constitution and can recite the preamble without looking it up on google. It’s the closest I have to a religious scripture. My father’s father fought for this country’s freedom, my mother’s father served in the Indian Navy, and I adore them both. I am saying all this here because someone said under one of my posts that was being circulated that I am a 'snooty pseudo secular artist' who makes social media posts to garner ‘likes’ and ‘followers’. The people who follow me on social media either know me personally or follow me for my art. I do not owe anyone any justification for what I do on my social media pages. But I believe that I have a basic duty to raise my voice to defend what I consider, for a true Indian, to be above all religious and political biases. 
Let’s agree that things are being done in bad taste on both sides of the political divide and if this continues, there will be irreparable damage to the unity and integrity of our nation. We need to stop our urge to fight hatred with hatred. Let’s reason, and base our arguments on facts. Calling names will only antagonise the one you’re speaking to/about and will only widen the divide. In most cases, these words we fling at each other are lazy oversimplifications. Let’s hear each other out before we pick up weapons. Let's fight clean if it comes down to a fight. And irrespective of what we stand for, let’s once again remember our promise to this nation: 
“WE, THE PEOPLE OF INDIA, having solemnly resolved to constitute India into a SOVEREIGN SOCIALIST SECULAR DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC and to secure to all its citizens
JUSTICE, social, economic and political;
LIBERTY of thought, expression, belief, faith, and worship;
EQUALITY of status and of opportunity; 
and to promote among them all
FRATERNITY assuring the dignity of the individual and the UNITY and INTEGRITY of the Nation;
IN OUR CONSTITUENT ASSEMBLY this 26th day of November 1949, do HEREBY ADOPT, ENACT AND GIVE TO OURSELVES THIS CONSTITUTION”.

Monday, 6 January 2020

2020!

After months of being a happy caveman, I stepped out of my house last week to catch up with some friends I haven't seen in a while and to spend some time talking to a few young artists who have been reaching out through social media. It was indeed a refreshing change and it gave my drawing hand it’s much needed rest-day. We talked about a whole lot of things from movies and comics, to politics, to wildlife, and most importantly, about the boon and bane of making an independent career out of your creative hobby. So as an aftermath to that, with the decade coming to a close, here’s some not-entirely-unsolicited advice to all of you who are either starting out on your journey as independent artists or are somewhere in the middle and on the verge of feeling disillusioned and are questioning your choices. 
Trying to be 100% candid here. An independent creative career can be either a blessing or an absolute curse. As Jordan Peterson puts it, most artists do not know how to monetise their creativity. The overwhelming probability is that you will fail. But a small portion of creative people succeed spectacularly. So it is like a lottery in some sense. 
Up until a few years back, whenever someone asked me if it was a good idea to let go of a secure but unsatisfying job and take a leap of faith as I did at the start of my career, I would immediately quip, “Go right ahead!”, and go on to quote Neil Gaiman - “…And sometimes when you fall, you fly”. As romantic as the notion of flying is, let’s be practical here. Not everyone who takes the leap lands on their feet on the other side. I may have misled some of you in the past by not stating the entire quote. The quote, in its entirety goes “Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes when you fall, you fly”. There’s some unpleasant realty in the first part of it.
Most often the fall will either wake you up or kill you. 
I am not saying this to discourage new artists. Instead, what I want you to do is tackle this the smart way. Not everyone would have a safety net in the form of extremely supportive parents and relatives, close friends who believe in you and encourage you, an understanding partner, or a sound enough bank balance that would pay your bills till you land your first relevant art gig. I had been lucky and privileged enough to have these and that made it easier for me to take risks many others wouldn’t. What I fail to mention often are the two years of corporate job and four years of creative job that I did before deciding to be an independent artist. I never talk about the numerous friends and relatives I temporarily (or perhaps permanently) cut off from my life over the years just because they were knowingly or unknowingly bringing me down. Beyond their nay saying, and lack of belief in the path that I was on, many of them had been very dear to me and some of them were speaking out of genuine concern. What I mean to say to you young ones is that there is no honour lost in taking up a job that would keep your body and soul together while you hone your skills and it doesn’t make you selfish if you want to avoid negativity during trying times. Get out of toxic relationships. The fight ahead is already full of hard choices- so choose your battles wisely
Hone your skills enough to make them worth charging by the hour. And of course, do not tie your earnings to the number of hours you work because that is a sure shot way to failure. Instead tie it to the hours you spend polishing your craft. Also you don’t want to work yourself to death…which brings me to the second important thing I want to tell you. 
Stay active, eat healthy, rest well, make your body stronger and mind more peaceful. A little less substance abuse, maybe? (or none at all!). In the past couple of years we have lost so many of our fellow artists, before their time, to bad lifestyle. 
Lastly, be woke and be socially and environmentally responsible. Be vehemently political when the world turns unjust, apathetic, and oppressive. We are about to step into a decade where words such as “Liberal”, “Secular”, “Environmentalist" and “Feminist” have been reduced to abusive epithets. Wear these badges with pride. Thousands of artists have stood up for their convictions and shaped our collective consciousness over centuries. Let the voice of the oppressed and downtrodden be heard through your art and your words. No one has the right to undo the progress we’ve made as a self-aware empathetic species. 
Have a splendid 2020. Now back I go into my cave.


That customary turn of the decade selfie. 
Yes, I have grown older.
Yes, I could use more sleep...
And yes, that's enough of my mug for a year. 
Back to art now.