Not Free and not at Last

To me, Art is a kind of mask. A clown's disguise,
Hide Yourself.

wear it and fight the world
wear it and love the world

and "look" through it. Choice is yours.

Since feelings have no 'gender', no color-coded art theory, I can tell you that now I have seventy cents in my pocket and I don't know how to spend it.

Breaking the aesthetic contract, I wanna talk about freedom.

We still dream of Revolution and love.
Revolution and love don't exist. Dreams do.
So we dream on the burning sunmica of our breakfast table.

So I look through the camera-eye.

I am outside history.
I am inside history.
it is hungrier

then I thought- thus comes institution. History and institution love each other madly.

I studied Comparative Literature (Hons.) and Film Studies(Masters)in Jadavpur University. After four years' work-experience as freelance reporter and photographer in print media and NGO sector, I started working with film units as assistant director and scriptwriter. It includes few international film-projects also.