frm my new pogo sketchbook :)

tiny tiny things :)

croc waitin fr som colorful rain:)

rainbow

ppl frm office :)

bike

one rainy day at office

auto-bird

some random stuff @ don at wrk to kill time

croc

went to crocodile bank with a couple of my friends and my sketch book. had a good time sketchin som cute crocs....
watch out the space fr more :)

scoot

few thoughts while riding-

blah

ink stuff again----

trees

another one with ink splash
bk is done by blowing ink....crayons and poster paint fr t rest

monster aa?

these days,i like to let things flow onto t next pg :)

birds

im goin mad with ink these days

colors

anifest

some sketches done during my trip to bombay

tulika

i dunno why bt this girl somehow reminds me of the name tulika :)

skeletopus

make way !!

terrace view

a quick ink splash frm my terrace one evening

look at him

kitty cat frm my desktop

some fort

stuff frm my sketch pad

some stuff

flowers

a bg frm pech

PECH

a page frm my comic

puppy

MAN

crayons@chai gatech-courtesy stevie s colorful hands

somethin frm my sikkim trip

cute poopie

sage-peace no qualms bout anythin-atleast appears so...

tea

run run run

phases

thought fr the day

I think I realized just in time, although my old self was hard to find
You can bathe me in your finest wine but I'll never give you mine
'Cos I'm a little bit tired of fearing that I'll be the bad fruit nobody buys
Tell me, did you think we'd all dream the same?

And doesn't that sound familiar? Doesn't that hit too close to home?
Doesn't that make you shiver; the way things could have gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?
Could you leave me with a scar?

--
Missy Higgins

sexy+light+beer :)

time out

I haven done justice to my blog in a while. One of my friends today inspired me to write something… so here I am, taking some time off from my monotonous schedule to fill in the space.
Last couple of weeks has been really hectic. First of all was the great scanning disaster. Only when you feel on top of the world and think that everything is going jus perfectly something wrong is bound to happen. Well, what is life without hurdles right??? It would be just like a smooth sailing boat which never hits a rock.
I scanned around thousand odd sheets of my animation. I spent around 30 hours in front of the computer scanning sheet by sheet. As the sheets were reducing the smile just grew bigger on my face. I transferred all my images only to find out that they were all pixilated and there were some random colors which appeared on every image. Well I had to “Re scan” the thousand odd images!!!! Well I know things could have just about gotten worse….like losing my sheets (I should lock them up and make copies of them and store them in a place far far away right now)
Anyways I’m up and about….started re-scanning….the only good thing about re-scanning is that my arms are becoming stronger ….. 

pinnu

daredevil

some random sketches from my scrap book :)

some random thoughts on a boring weekend.....

Why is it that every time something interesting has to happen to keep your day going? Else you are like urghhh…im bored…and your mind keeps thinking about the things that you could have done!!

There are these really boring Saturdays and extremely lazy Sundays. I haven’t worked all day and already have the gut feeling of having wasted the entire day doing nothing, but just pampering and treating myself to a movie and timely meals. Is this what my life has boiled down to??

Oh my god im growing old…..

driving in the wrong lane at 200kmph

“You got a fast car

I want a ticket to anywhere

Maybe we make a deal

Maybe together we can get somewhere

Anyplace is better

Starting from zero got nothing to lose

Maybe we'll make something

But me myself I got nothing to prove

I remember we were driving, driving in your car

The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk

City lights lay out before us

And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder

And I had a feeling that I belonged

And I had feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone”

-tracy chapman

you need to sail through the pain

grit your teeth 

bear the throbbing with your guts

and cruise through life 

look ahead and see what’s next

time doesn’t stop..

ostrich

life's like that

They often say that you never leave with the same person you enter with. They also say that birds of the same feather flock together!! How do you really identify the same bird in the first place?

You meet a person, strike the best conversation ever, laugh at everything you see and share a common interest…but suddenly one day you feel that that string which actually kept you together is on the verge of snapping any minute. What happened? There was no real tiff but a huge vacuum seems to have taken up residence.

A whole sense of awkwardness creeps in. You walk into a store and see the person with whom you’ve had the best times with…and suddenly out of no where a fake smile emerges on your face. This is so absurd (I whisper to myself) and immediately my brain starts to flip through random pages, so that I can pick out a topic that I can bring up, to break that tongue-tied situation. Where has the special bond vanished? Wasn’t she the bird from the same flock a while ago????

This is reality and life is like that….. A justification.

a cleansing process

Well I guess though most of us stay in denial I feel that every individual at some point in his/her life has gone through an identity crisis.

Who am i? Trust me after 24 years of fantastic life on planet earth I still haven’t figured out the real me. If I were given an essay on the topic “who am I”?? I can without a doubt tell you that I would fail miserably.

During my first year at NID I went through a serious phase of identity crisis. I'm not really ashamed to be writing this cause the phase I went through has changed me as a person and made me overcome the several hurdles that came my way.

I still have not discovered the real me …I guess I have another 50 years for that (being optimistic).

NID..is something I have been dreaming about since my school days. Being surrounded my hundreds of multi talented people was a sheer threat to my confidence and self esteem. I saw the works of my fellow classmates and my confidence dropped like the mercury on a BP apparatus. Such talented people, each of them knew what they were good at and were proud to display their work in public. I, on the other hand would shy away so easily. I used to hide my sketches in huge books or overturn is so that no one can see what I have drawn.

What was I good at? A question I used to ask myself several times in a day…I was going through a severe phase of identity crisis.

Brilliant ideas and fantastically executed sketches supported by bizarre explanations just floored my coordinator. What did I have?? Stupid ideas and even more silly drawings with average execution of the sketch on a sheet which I used to hide inside my bag. (This is what I used to think of myself back then) When it came to talking I would say I was pretty good but my confidence level hit rock bottom at that time that all the words that used to rush from my vocal chords some how got trapped in my tongue and evaporate into thin air…by the time I could pull myself together all I would hear was “you sketching is pretty bad. Look at xxx work, sketch more, and just don’t shy away…just let go and don’t hold yourself back”.

All I used to think was that my classmates are intelligent, talented and fantastic whereas I was nowhere even close to them. Well this attitude sucks and is going to take you nowhere! It’s all about being confident and talking for your work people! After all Einstein was a failure in school. This was what my mother told me and now I realize that every word of what she uttered is so true.

Sometimes the lamest of ideas backed with a confident fluent explanation can floor the same coordinator. But who am I trying to please here? Please yourself first before you please others. I realized that after two years.

I started working on my final film with a lot of positive energy. This was because, first of all the topic I chose was from my past experience and no one would know it better than me. I made several art works and showed it to people only to get the best compliments ever! How did that happen now?? Its all about positive energy….

I felt a strong release of all the negative energy while working on my film. (Which is still in progress by the way!!) It’s like I’m almost free of all the negativity that was trapped for years.

I fell several times but I got up every time only in hope that the wound will heal faster. Its just a cleaning process…it was for the best!! J

bungee jumping

i just saw a video of one of my friends throw himself off from a 134 meter high structure. how do you think he would have felt??
you get ready for the adventure strap yourself up, encourage your self and also listen to voices around you say cmon buddy you can do it... its just an awesome feeling,the rush of blood to your head, the palpitations is something you have to experience. its easy ..i did it last week come on ...if i can do it...so can you...you just have to tell yourself that this is going to be easy. after all the encouraging talks you muster up some courage and tip toe towards that cliff from where you take off into heaven or hell??? i really have a doubt about that.
after listening to the voices in your head you finally decide to do it. your heart continues to vibrate and your legs?? can you actually feel them anymore? that is when you look down into the space beneath you. so vast, empty and waiting for you.its almost like a giant trap waiting to grab you into its arms. you feel the butterflies in your stomach and your head is clouded with tonnes of mixed feelings. you finally overcome you fears and tell yourself -this is it this is it..you tell yourself a million times before you finally let go. its like jumping into this massive monsters mouth...his orifice opens revealing the long strands of saliva hanging like a rope between two enormous teeth. you let go....
All you feel is the heavy gust of wind slapping you left, right and center and trying to rip your clothes apart and reveal your naked body to the entire universe and then pull off each organ part by part and feed it to his young ones. everyone around you is just woo hooing for having accomplished such a wonderful task. when you feel like you are losing yourself completely...you re surge to life!!!! soon you open your eyes to see your self swaying like a pendulum in that cosmic space.... you regain your senses and start breathing normally.
as i was watching this video i paused to think about the purpose of this little so called adventure. its more like a sadistic pleasure of wanting to kill your self....you are almost there...you reach that particular point and bam...you are back to reality. you finally see yourself breathing again.
what do you gain?? though all these thoughts rush to my head i want to try it...