Vijay

Really troubled. Loves women, hates ladies. Probably a sexist without any nexus in the plexus. A Pragmatist, a Materialist, a Pessimist, Misanthropic, Escapist. Sometimes gibberish, sometimes profound. Admires Bukowski, Miller, Hamsun, Tanizaki, Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, Dostoyevsky, Van Gogh, Krishna, Alishetti Prabhakar. I Hate relatives, especially those who believe in god, and those who advice me to marry and say that that the key to happiness is marriage, marriages are made in heaven they’d say. the key to hell is being alone, they’d add. Don’t those damn fools know that I am an artist and I love being alone.

A cry baby, won’t shut up with the beloved, won’t speak with the unknown. That’s it.