Malady of lunacy

Almost 2000 years ago, there lived a group of people, knows as ‘CELTS’. They used to celebrate their ‘new year’ at the end of every harvesting season - on 31 st October (31st October marked the end of summer and arrival of winter). The festival was known as ‘Samhain’ – named after the lord of death and darkness.  Celts associated winter with death.  They believed on the night of 31 st October, the veil between the two worlds (the world of living and the dead) is very thin and the dead returns to our world on this night. Animal sacrifice, fortune telling and wearing the animal hides and horns were part of the tradition. Over the years and under the influence of roman rule and then Christianity- the festival of ‘Samhain’, eventually got modified into Halloween. It is still believed that on Halloween, the souls of the dead return to this earth. Bram Stoker took inspiration from the life of ‘Vlad the impaler’ while writing one of the most famous fictional ch...

This is the first digital cityscape painting. I did it almost 2 months back.

"I can feel the darkness crawling inside my bones, like a venomous serpent. It is a wonderful pain. I can feel the black venom tickling down my veins - making my blood cold and black. It is killing me slowly - burning me to my core. And, yet I am afraid of letting it go. The melancholy is my drug. I am intoxicated by this dark. This heart wrenching pain makes me feel alive. Though I know, one day it will turn me into ashes, I still can't let it go." It is a known fact that depression and addictions are related.   In most of the cases substance abuse (addiction of drugs and alcohol) is either the effect or the cause of depression. They are interdependent. Dual Diagnosis is a condition in which the individual suffers from both addiction as well as depression; but if depression is your addiction, then? What would you call that? Well, I believe you can simply call it depression because fact suggests that the depressed person is often afraid o...

I saw a dream last night. I was swimming across the great lake of sparkling colours; beyond which stretched the great neonland. Among the green ferns and green butterflies, beneath the giant mushroom  - I saw a creature so strange yet so familiar. It called to me in my dreams. said, "Come and be born again". I remember being amazed, I remember being wary. It was dark and smoky and I dared not take a step. I said, "Born again? I am not dead yet!"  His green eyes mocked me and he said, " True! Neither are you alive,"