An Indecisive Indian

Should I clarify that my love for art, or my obsession with art, as may like to term it, is not an exercise in self-aggrandizement ; since I can neither sketch nor paint, I can easily excuse people who think so. But more than that, as a student of science and later still worse, engineering, I have always found myself deficient in appreciating some more exquisite chattels of life, like visual art. I would visit museums and art galleries and while I wore an appreciative look deliberately, the truth was that I was mostly lost. I can, therefore, quite shamelessly say that all this is indeed a means to extract some vicarious pleasure out of the visual treasures created by others. I attribute my attempts at experimenting with art and artists and then writing books on my experiences with them to a wistful desire for getting rid of this deficiency. This deficiency also prompts me towards the endeavour to snoop peek into the minds of the artists not merely by looking at their art works but also