It’s surreal, mostly incongruous, often prevaricating and like a good liar, attributes to exquisite showmanship. It is intriguing how unscrupulous people can be, the diversity of it is often wonderful to ruminate, how people react to predicaments infecting their hearts. And it becomes more melodramatic for an audience when the predicament involves love. Not all predicaments of heart are involves love and its silly auxiliaries.  A forceful marriage, an incomplete divorce, a love affair, a tryst, an insatiable lust, manifesting the ominous presence of love. This sublime moments, the incongruous juxtaposition of love and death. The dangling telephone receiver held by a feeble branch, a snail trying to reach that unscathed end. A wicked and grotesque depiction yet appealing, why? Because it’s about love, incongruous. Set against the dull background of hills in matte, genial sunset and probably a Romeo trying to creep towards his damsel in distress, leaving behind a long and deep trail. Probably, scars of ego, self pity, depreciation and self obsession. The two big teardrops producing melancholic jazz music in an phonograph player, our sluggish and ridiculous existence manifested against the gloomy reality of love and its unyielding power. The power which human beings can never conceive nor consume.

I have absolutely no idea what the man with gravity defying moustache tried to depict, maybe, a gothic manifestation of his own moustache while the snails reflect the secret ingredient behind his showmanship, prevaricating yet poignant. I don’t know what this genius was up to but I have to admit, trying to find the meaning of our absurdity in surrealism is quite a treat.

“The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot”. Salvador Dali