Dystopia used to be an imagined reality; something existed in the minds and expressions of the artists, filmmakers and writers. It was a curiosity mixed with fear and exhilarating anticipation, all in at once, a perverted inversion of everything that had been familiar. The past tense no longer matters. The imminent one is here and now, a new truth has been born, which is post-truth in essence where truth takes a backseat and lies create an environment or habitat of discomforts turned to affordable socio-cultural and political eco system. The cruelty of all kinds of aberrations form the generic and normal has become a new norm, the consent has been manufactured, everyone is settled and an ideologically manageable society is created. However, something is rotten and the crinkling of the noses cannot be hidden anymore from the pretension of calmness. Under the thin veneer of satisfaction there lies the chaotic hell of existential reality; pushed beneath a brittle transparent glassy earth the immanent breakage unsettles everything. But it is imperative that someone has to tell it at your face and that’s what Nemom Pushparaj does through his paintings and sculptural reliefs.