Whether its beauty in randomness or randomness is beauty is
one and the same thing.. there is an explicit beauty in the random things which
one chances to notice upon.. the haphazard random way the wild flowers grow
over an equally tumbled down wall... or the random way the slum houses look
from far away like they are a card castle (of course many might not think so..
but i really marvel that they hold their ground without toppling down by the breeze) a
random smile on someone’s face, the frothing waves which emerge randomly from
the sea and hit the shore creating nature's art on the sand, the cracks on glass which are seemingly random but yet create patterns (from a cracked mobile screen i have to look into every day!), the random way all the books and things
around my room are kept (though this point is strongly opposed by ma.. again i
have an anomalous concept for beauty).. such a concept was displayed by an
artist in some art museum in Paris.. a room full of scattered rubbish right
from tickets to thermocol to plastic bags were all scattered around.. we
mistook it to be a room under cleaning but on enquiring was found that it was a
work of art!! After all those years this came back to my mind that may be what
the artist did want to convey was random things indeed has an appeal of its
own.. and may be just may be modern art is about random strokes and thoughts
creating a whole new picture (yes, i am still trying to come up with an explainable
meaning for modern art)
And now that i got talking about randomness... may be fate
is disguised randomness.....
an instrument of patterned randomness....
