Authenticity as an unmistakable parable rarely sticks to the tongues of the non-creative folks—art and the desire to act as a revolutionary, perfectly transfuse in the minds of a sane yet lunatic artist. If you juxtapose a blank mind with creativity—the old saying which compares the devil to the sapien shouts frantically, “Khali dimag shaitan ka ghar” which translates roughly to : “an empty mind is a devil's refuge”.

But the devil in society rarely has 7 horns and an enormous bulging cranium—perhaps the monsters lurking in perfect clothing are the reflections of the abysmally cruel world that rarely rewards both of their gems, authenticity and art. Hence these beings fueled by an desperation nastier than the unjust gods of greece—consume and attack the already stable minds.