May be it’s Dostoevsky.

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.’