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and bounds. And I must confess that I feel lost. The state of
affairs within the corridors of the arts is in such a shape that
getting ostracized is but easy pickings these days.
If you have not been to a Salvador Dali or an M.F. Hussain
exhibition, you are not worth getting an invitation to the next
dinner. If you have inadvertently missed a talk by Anthony
Robbins, then you are definitely depressed and an incurable
hypochondriac. If you have ignored an Andrea Bocelli concert,
you are but an uneducated persona doomed to a life of ignorance.
If you have not read Ghalib or Goethe, you are a social stink.
And finally, a slight display of ignorance about the last “Swan
Dance” performance in town puts you into the untouchable
cetegory.
Anthony
Robbins???
Salvador
Dali?
Andrea
Bocelli??
Goethe????
Ghalib??????
Swan
Dance?????
Sir Francis Bacon once remarked that “the job of the artist is to
always deepen the mystery”. Little did he realize that in the years
to come, artists (I sometimes tend to call them artful artists) will
take this mystery to a le ٕ