I don’t remember
since when I graduated from comics and superhero books to narrative fiction
with a grey sense. And without noticing one day I become master of dark taste
when it comes choosing any art form (books, cinema, music, painting etc) for
creative inspiration .Now while trying to get rid of all those for some personal
reason I did looked back at the genesis of all those taste . May be that
attraction was seeded in my formative years.
I was wondering
since when?
Or rather who?
I kept thinking
who was the first culprit that introduced black literature to me?
As far as I remember our early childhood heroes were Dem Peha,
Supandi, to Tintin Bahadur and all those Chandamama characters. As I was a
voracious reader and I finished reading those entire books we had in that
charming family book almirah. Gradually there were huge discrepancy between the
demand versus supply when it came to reading .One day I came across a dirty
thick book upon which it was written ‘Pain is the outcome of
sin’-Lord Budhha
We all have to admit –darkness has its own charm .And at those
times the unexplored world that is related with sin /sex/ pain/death /drug seemed
very appealing .As if you explore those trail you will attain some knowledge that
is equivalent to an unexplainable transcendent state of mind.
‘Pain is
the outcome of sin’ -The line
attracted me.
I started reading the book after few pages I was captivated
by the explicit details of the horrendous murder committed by the protagonist,
and I kept reading.
I liked
(!) The way writer described his penance
and suffering. It was a new thing to my experience.
I thought this
is the way in which art should take its turn ….
Now when I look
back and someone accuse me of darkness and if I have to deny and project it big I would say ‘it’s not me. May be its Dostoevsky.’
