There’s an insignificant little city in an insignificant little country on an insignificant little planet. This magazine was created by that group. That, ladies and gentleman, is Perspective. The more sensible and hence less popular sister of Propaganda. This is Propaganda. Them Pretentious Basterds is a writing circle based out of Chennai, India. Literally, a literary one. That sentence was put t
here to annoy you. It was started as a place for formal critique. It quickly degenerated into a place for informal critique. The main difference between the two is best explained as the difference between the phrase ‘It’s quite nice’ and ‘That was awful. Kill it with fire.’ No one said Art was easy. In fact, it’s a completely pointless activity, in which 99% of the participants are ultimately left disappointed. And one could say the same thing of Life. Yet we still engage in both with the same untiring enthusiasm. It would be a pressing task to find a more definite proof of madness. It’s hard to be passionate in an apathetic world. A passion for a pointless activity only serves to make things more interesting. It can lead you to meet strangers on a terrace on your only day off work. It can make you pull out a crumpled piece of paper, or an email you sent yourself, and pour out the contents on the floor in front of them. And you might, as if by magic, make a connection and bridge that vast ocean that seems to separate all individuals from each other. They might laugh at your wit. Or be moved to tears by it. Or maybe neither. But we still roll the dice and celebrate the madness, the magic and the mystery of Art and the written word every week because we can. We're just messing around. Humour us. For ideas, feedback, or general ranting, write to us at [email protected]
