I grew up in a society torn by class and caste strife, with heart-wrenching massacres by either the Communists or the Private Armies of Landlords. Although I belonged to a family of landlords, my sympathy lay with the other camp – much to the dismay of my family. I can still remember how sad I was to inform my mother that Soviet Union had just about ceased to exist.
Those were the days when Communist Manifesto was still relevant to my young mind and I was naive enough to believe that the Dictatorship of the Proletariat was the best dream I could have.
Today, there is hardly a trace of Communism left in my blood. However, some memories remain. Like this, a sketch of Karl Marx and Lenin which I tried to copy from a tiny postage stamp of Soviet Union.
As usual, this sketch is made on an assignment sheet with the assignment on the other side. The only tools I had were a 0.5 pen-pencil and an eraser, so the quality is not great. But to me, this is the memory of a lost dream – perhaps the most distorted one in the history of mankind.
Beautiful sketch, I really admire the talent. I can’t draw a straight line myself. The introduction to the drawing is very well written.
So you were finally able to post a comment Saru 😛 .. and don’t worry, nowadays even I can’t draw a straight line .. these pics are very old.
Wonderful sketching, and I could sense a lot of pain in the write up.. beautifully done, Puru.
Thanks Arti .. yeah a lot dream is always a little painful, especially in today’s India 🙂
beautiful pc of art…so is the description !
Thanks Alka 🙂
Hi Puru…I can totally relate to the write up……I am and have been in a similar scenario……
Welcome to Shadows Galore Comrade 🙂