Let Me Introduce… The Mystery Man

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Today, I want to tell you about the Mystery Man.

I call him so because I don’t know him much.

I only see him.

I think he must be around 70 years.

Why does his age matter more than any of his other description?

Because in this part of the world, where getting over 60 is automatically assumed as a period to rest on your laurels, the Mystery Man is here to learn something new. Something completely alien.

Something complicated and difficult even for us — the so called young ones.

He is here to learn 3D designing.

And I see him drawing 3D cubes. Everyday.

The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means never losing your enthusiasm.

Aldous Huxley

Mystery Man is lean, almost sickly. His skin is wrinkled. And he is dressed in the most mundane of ways you can imagine.

His bespectacled eyes, though. They are so… rich. Satisfied. Happy.

A part of me wonders whether he is alone or has a family. Because, generally, in our culture, when a person grows old, his children take care of him (and they, mostly, do this out of love rather than compulsion).

So does he not have any children? Or are they just away? What about his wife? Is it just a hunger for knowledge that brings him here? Or did some unfortunate event force him to take up the challenge?

Every day, I want to talk to him. I want to know his story. To know his need. To know his inspiration. To know his drive.

And I want to thank him for unintentionally giving me a renewed determination, confidence, and a true motivation.

But, being the shy guy I am, I don’t

All I do is watch him.

Watch him squint his eyes at the computer screen as he fumbles with his mouse, hovering the cursor over complex software buttons.

Watch him frequently adjust his spectacles and smack his lips with an unhurried dedication toward building his cube.

Watch him triumph with a smile on his face.

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Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.

Mark Twain

There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.

Sophia Loren

Why 2 blogs?

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So a few weeks back I started a new blog called Curing the Itch.

I thought I would use that blog for exploring my new journey toward Visual Arts (sketching/digital painting/motion graphics/vfx) and would use this blog for my regular writing/poetry/book reviews stuffs.

But in these few weeks, I have had two new revelations:

1st: It is utterly difficult managing two blogs at the same time. It is also very confusing for myself and my readers.

2nd: Art is art. No matter how it is expressed. Be it be illustrated, written, sang, animated, etc. So… why two blogs!?

There really was no point in creating a separating a blog for writing, the other for sketching, and maybe a third for motion graphics, or whatever. All those are a part of me and I can express all those through this one platform.

Many of you did me great honor and favor by following both my blogs. But I don’t want to make it any more confusing on my part, and want to deactivate the other blog (for now!) before too many others follow it.

I apologize to all the followers of “Curing the Itch”.

Thanks for staying with me!

 

 

P.S. If anyone else has gone through similar problem and have any feedback or suggestion for this… it would be much appreciated. Thanks!

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Drawing Everyday #”Lost Count” (Still Life: My guitar)

You who lives within
The one who pulls all the strings
Tell me, who are you?

You who lives inside
And speaks to me constantly
Tell me, who are you?

Are you the master?
Or are you the one who serves?
Tell me, who are you?

They say we are one
And that I am what you are
Is it really so?

You go on and on
Musing, worrying, moaning
Is that really me?

So I ask this once
Answer me, the voice inside!
Tell me, who are you?

 

(inspired by the lessons of Eckhart Tolle’s “A New Earth”)