I've got dumb, crippling issues. Here's my confession: I hate it when people look over my shoulder when I'm making sketches or drawing. I hate having to endure whatever they have to say about my work, coz then I'd have to think of what to say in reply, and I'm not sure I'm any good at taking compliments. And to think I took up Fine Arts for two years! Maybe that's the reason why I didn't stick with it and graduated. I mean, I loved it over there! I loved all the things that we made in class, and the people that I've met were crazy as hell or at least were absolutely cool as a glass of ice water. But I clammed up. I got scared of showing a part of myself out there for everyone to look at and observe, and judge. I was such a coward! And so I slacked off, and went to my classes less and less, until I didn't go at all. Like everything I've ever started doing, I quit. Gave up. Gave up and stamped out the fire. Got scared... Now there's a sad realization...

I love this painting. It says it all.

Kafka on the Shore

When you read a good story, you just keep reading. You turn your phone off, put yourself in seclusion and forget the rest of the world... until you finish reading that story. It's been a while since I've read a book that made me wanna just sit and escape into my imagination. It's surreal, nostalgic and melancholy mood affects me the way the warmth of your own bed unties the knots in your aching bones after a long day's work. The familiar smell of the cushions release you from all restrictions, and lets you sink into deep slumber until you explore the depths of your mind through your dreams. Kafka, the main character, is a 15 year old boy who runs away from home and discovers himself in the process, and comes to terms with the past that has molded him into what he has become. I love it! The journey to face the truth about one's self, one's weaknesses, one's strengths. In the end he got a little too sentimental, but overall it was a fantastic ride and I'd recommend it to anyone who's trying to look deep into himself. (Isn't everybody?) And the weirdness of it entices me! Murakami is a positively crazy person!