In this life where the need to be needed forms the fulcrum of life and I need the affirmation of the other to be what I believe myself to be, the raison d'etre itself becomes incomprehensible at times. But for the demands of the mundane existence, the ennui could be unendurable. This again assumes a pre-natal promise of sorcerous realms. There was none. There is nothing else than what there is. Difficult to accept without modifying the actual , the flight from the present being the ingenuity of survival, I am aware of the prerogatives and pitfalls of the flaneur.

With interests ranging from rock music of 70s and art films and opinions encompassing earthy politics to economy, I request your indulgence, patience, entente.   

Will get active as and when propelled.