IF:Wilderness

I've been in an abnormally clingy mood over the past couple of weeks, so much that even my boyfriend scoots at the sight of me. Sigh...looks like I'll have some travel to do inorder to sastify my..ahem..."clingy tendencies"!

I live...here.

IF: Confined

I hate this painting. I was done many many years ago, back in the days when i still stayed at home with my parents and had to study horrid science things from ugly looking books. I hated how nothing went my way and used to lock myself in my room to ignore all wierd things the world oustide expected me to do. I sat there and did nothing as time kept ticking. I'm so happy i don't live in that part of my life anymore, confined to things i didn't care two pennies about.

The Illustration Workshop

Several months ago, our college hosted a two day illustration workshop. The workshop conductors were a varied bunch of people and after they talked about themselves and showed us some work, it was for us to do something. Participants were split into groups and were given different briefs on things to illustrate for children. Our brief was to re-tell an existing story. I picked the story of Airavat, but I simply could not get myself to modify it by adding modern day things like a videogame or something in it. The story was good enough I felt, and until I could tweak the classic the way Roald Dalh did, I had no right to mess with it. So I decided to make it a fun read. Having always enjoyed reading rhymes, I thought I'd try one myself. So yeah, below the illustration is the rhyme version of the story, and the illustration...well thats the only one I managed to finish..heh heh..so much for the illustration workshop!

AIRAVAT

There was once an elephant in the sky

Now he reached there, because he could fly!

He was dazzling and white like a cloud

And was talked about by all in voices loud

When floating above the mountains tall

He would rise and rise but never fall

Earthlings obviously wondered where he went

“We must know!” they were oh-so hell bent

So the next day gathered all the village clan

They tickled their brains for the want of a plan

They finally found one that seemed just right

It was simple and yet very clever and bright

The same night they all hid behind a big bush

One sneezed and everyone whispered “shoosh!”

They waited patiently for Airavat to descend

And then some more for him to ascend

And when our big guy began to rise

The bush-men decided to shed their disguise

Right into the centre jumped a male

Who deftly grabbed Airavat’s dangling tail

Another guy came in and caught his foot

Following en suit was a woman in jute

One by one volunteered forth friends and foes

They all caught onto each others smelly toes

Like a kite-string they all were lifted into the air

Not even one waited back to stand and stare

The air was full of women squeals

Irritated men sent up ‘shut-up!’ appeals

Higher towards the heavens they soared

Clouds grew darker and lightning roared

Several hours of flying without a bite

And destination X was nowhere in sight

Our weary folks thought they were almost dead

When the topmost guy suddenly pepped up and said,

“We’re there! We’re there! I see it, I really do!

The heavens are more magnificent than what we ever knew

Glittering diamonds spring on the trees

They fill up pods instead of peas!”

Now the bottommost woman was a diamond freak

And my, she just couldn’t wait to take a peek!

“The grass in meadows stands five feet tall

A pumpkin is as big as twenty footballs!”

On hearing that, a farmer somewhere in between,

Simply couldn’t wait to lay his eyes on the blessed scene!

Soon everyone was excited as hell

Glassy-eyed as if entranced by a spell

“How fantastic do the gods look?

Are any of them writing a fortune book?”

Still far under and unable to get a view

Curious questions the dangling villagers threw

“Do people in the heavens really never die?

Are there princesses in the sky?”

Our man on the tail answered all he could,

“Indeed there are princesses, and boy, they look so good!”

“And are there enough for all of us?”

“Yes, yes, sooooo many, they’d fill a bus”

(And to prove this his arms he swayed,

As they flew wide apart he figured the mistake he’d made)

All of them people came gushing down

They tumbled back into their very own town

So many of them fell at once into the mud

In the skies Airavat heard a mighty huge thud

Frightened, he snuggled into his cozy berth

And decided never again to come back to Earth

Our fallen folks never saw him again

No way to visit heaven now, oh what a pain!

Around the peepal tree they all sat

And sadly confessed, “Curiosity killed the Cat!”

“Only if we’d waited a little while

We’d have been in heaven, the entire pile!”

The town folk realised they had erred

And unanimously the lot declared,

“Patience is a virtue that’ll make all well,

There are some tales that only time can tell!”

bllleaaagh

11th September, 4 pm, Ani Lab

his name sounds nothing more than..well...a sound. "eipe!" not much of it comes out from him either. but this man sure is all the adjectives beginning with an E in the dictionary, excellent ones only. eccentric, emphatic, exciting, extraordinary, electric, educated (his own suggestion) were a few that went on the series of posters i did for what i knew was going to be a super-awesome-and-very-cool presentation. and about the rest, you can only be curious!


ps: eipe in these posters is a version of his own scary mary character for mtv. if you haven't seen it yet, goooooooooooo finnnnnnnd a caaaaaaaapy!

wefinshedourfilmwefinishedourfilllllluuuummmm! finally finally! we finished our filllluuummm!

:D :D :D The word 'today' has never sounded better! Yo dhickchickdhackchickdhickchickdhackchick!

PDINGPDOONG, a Claymation film of duration 3:25 minutes, saw it's first official screening in the Auditorium of the National Institute of Design on the 27th of August 2009.

So i'm sounding like this history textbook from school, but not without good reason! Taking into account all the hazaar horrid circumstances that gureilla warfared with us, i personally consider the ending of this film nothing short of an historical event! I'm glad it's over :) People seem to like it, and it helps to know that. I realised how big a part of a film the audience is. Sure we give a lot of importance to the typical aspects of a film like the shoot, the edit, sound etc etc...but we forget to acknowledge the audience.
No audience, no film. ( I think.)
(Boy, i hate making these heavy statements outside of my diary..they call for responsibility...big word...Gulp!)
Anyway, i'm gonna rant on a lewttal more. Pdingpdoong is the first proper film we made, and starting a film from a seemingly insignificant floating around idealet to taking it to it's ready-to-be-showed-off-to-the-world stage is an extremely enriching experience. You're constantly bombarded with enlightments as also nasty disillusions. It involves tackling oh-so-many things all at once, materials, time, dates, people..(baths..) to name v. few. You make friends, you lose some. You develop fresh perspectives, you shed some. You pick and drop just so many things along the way. It's so much learning that you can't help but feel all grown up at the end of it! I've got to say, this film has been my favourite project so far!

It was totally the Rock Star of my life for the past nine months :)

Kc, too was doing his training with me at Vaibhav's this summer. Above is a character treatement we tried for Nickita, who copies her homework from Unnickuttan, who has a big time crush on the hot exchange student, Nickole, who mostly chooses to chill with Kanicka, who hates having a bench next to Manickchand ,who is always upto playing some prank or the other with his buddies, Anicket and Nickhil, who along with all others are 9th standard students of the reputed Shri Vidya Nicketan High School.

Rama miss again, but this time in her clay avatar. Except for her piggy nose, i like the way this ol' girl turned out! And if you've seen the animatic in the post below this, you'll know why we decided to give her the neck band!

:P

Rama miss takes attendance

11th August, 6:15, Audi.

is a claymation film by Anuj, Avinash, Dhruva, Jaikar and Swaroop. Touching story. I totally recommend a see!

Meet Nick Amma, our nimble Ayah who is constantly wrung out her senses by all her Nick wards. To handle the notorious bunch, she's GOT to be a Suuuparhero! She's GOT to be able to fly! And be very cool, and aaal that! Nickamma tries hard...poor dear.

I'm starting my internship today! yay! Working at Vaibhav's Studio on a project for Nickelodeon. I'm pretty excited! How hard can it get? In the end, everything just goes splat! :D

one of those moments you'd want to tuck away for always :)

You can't say you know me without knowing my relentless quest of adopting random brothers, yeah, all those rather embarassing unyielding attempts. Those sticky situations. Those illicit expectations. Those unhealthy feelings. Yuck. I'm getting sentimental in an unasked for a way. I feel like a joke to myself. And then this little boy in the picture who comes along this morning, catches me messing around with frets and strings of an unfinished yesterday. So he comes up quietly, picks up my fingers with his tiny ones and places them all on the right places, instructs with much sincerity and lets the music unfurl. Manav is my first cousin, and the closest i have to a brother. He's always called me Manninee and i've called him so many things. I'm so glad to be spending two months around him in Bombay. I'm so glad i'm old enough to watch him grow from small to big. I'm so glad at the thought that someday he'll be taller than me. I'm so glad he's managed to knock into my head to stop looking anymore. I'm so much in love with this little monkey. I'm spilling sentiments all over my blog and for once i don't care! .....sniff.

i miss somebody so bad. i dont know know who. just somebody. somebody listening?

of distraught; with bass score from tire swing from that juno movie

as he grinned and chuckled in deliberate sneer

she did a weak smile and cried a silent tear

.

as he wrapped his things and walked away

she thought oh well maybe another day

.

as he slept and snored on his bed

she lay awake by her phone instead

.

as he clicked-clacked the keys on the keyboard

she sat there helpless as her loathing soared

.

and as he spun tales of deep and dark with much ado

our little heroine in the corner let go of an illusion or two

Bah! Bah! Black Sheep?

Last night was Shivani and Manasi's Girls Night Out at Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion. Now this Event deserves note due to it's Exteremly Rare Occurence in Manasi's life. Manasi, who hasn't been a recipient to a ChickFlick since What A Girl Wants in 9th grade [on her ex-boyfriend-amanada-bynes-fan recommendation i.e. (roll your eyes, oh cuh'mon!)], was Awed. Spluttering, Gaping, she let her Mind stagger through The Movie. Shocked, Stunned and Bowled over, she promises to let the ChickFlicker in her out through Endeavours like this.................once in a Hailey's Comet.

Bah!

Ps: Thanks for the fun time Shivani, for NOBODY else would i put pink on my blog! ;)

Meet Cake and Colour

d taught me some bass last night. i had so much fun :)

.

ps: for all you fact freaks, I do know the guitar doesn't look as butterflyie and neither is it held this way. i just liked something about the way this doodle came out, and so it's here!

wheels

There isn't much to compare with the thrill i get from zooming past places, on wheels that are just about as comfortable as if they are an outgrowth from my feet. Seriously...they are so real that for that brief period of time i can happily delve in the fantasy of me being some sorta mutant, with cooler foot mechnism than anybody else around! i sweat, i pain, i tire, but i don't wanna stop. and when i do, there's this weird conflict where everybit of my body, knees and above wants to move faster than the feet can manage. so there's this wobbly suspended-in-air feeling that takes over. you probably know what i mean if you've given rollerblading a go. wheels in general work well with me. i've always loved cycling and now this too. my first driving lesson happens this friday from a local relative i really enjoy spending time with. yay! but really, my ultimate ultimate goal would be able to ride bikes really well. every bike ride i've been taken for has left me screaming for more and i'm sure riding it myself would shoot up the feeling, five times over! there are really very few things i'd like to achive real real bad in life and this is of them. i cross my fingers to this ambition not fizzing away as time does.

IF: Impossibility

flower power became such a big deal coz the words rhyme, me thinks.

Talisman. I want. I waaaaaaaant! I need! I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!

squak!

A friend working on a campaign for a comic book festival needed a parrot for the identity.

Here are some quick sketches i did for her. Had funn! :)

Let's travel to the land,
Of the singing-dancing people,
Mirthless moments of dull be gone,
We must infact hoot and howl,
Yell, yodel, scream and shout,
To celebrate the coming of the wind,
That'll take us to them lot,
Them, the singing-dancing people,
Who wait with bated breaths and yet open arms,
To tap in synch with the chanting of the the enchanting sort.

basicanimation.avi

A compilation of some of my very first attempts at motion,

doubletrouble.avi

A larger than life situation, loosely based on my roomate Oinky, and me.
Done as a part of a Visual Scripting course, the animatic reveals a confusion that leaves one girl after another locked in her own room, reason unknown.

dingarydingary.avi

My very first VC promo! As animation freshers, Kc and me were rather unsettled with illustration as our first course. We wanted to move things already, and Monsoon Fiesta was just the right excuse! Here's the outcome of bugging so many seniors with so many questions on how to switch on the light box to what is premier pro? :P

VC was white and the others were orange and yellow.

eethelps.avi

VC promo, 08. I didn't make this one! Just acted in it..Anish, Punia and some others were on a promo marathon and here's what everyone came up with after half an hour of a really goofy shoot!

snip.avi

For this sound assignment, we were given a jazz number and in about twenty frames had to narrate a story that would match the music. Mine's about a self-respecting and adamant barber.

feetofsong.avi

A sound synch assignment on a piece of footage from the Feet of Song. I really went bonkers with this one...watch at your own risk!

speedyborua.avi

Here's a sound design exercise in dubbing done by Arnab, Nimi and me. Speedy Gonsalves converts to Speedy Borua as the trio in the show amble and ramble on in Assamese.

i have a resume type thing!
i swear i never thought i'd have one of these!

Illustration

what an appropriate find in an old old doodlebook..just when i was missing ma..feeling guilty about the countless times i hang up on her bright enthusiastic calls saying i'm at work and shall call later, and invariably dont end up doin that. i'm such a rogue of a daughter at most times, and you know, it's worse when you're aware of the fact! i hope some day i can make up for it all.

i love my ma. i really really do.

if i could be any one of them, i'd choose the eighth from the right!

Pale

Her nasty tale,
A big secret no one knows,
Will someday make her blood rush down to her toes.
As predicted,
It does its rounds where it’s not supposed to go,
Binds itself there like a lump of fresh dough,
The inevitable has been done,
Tales of the tale have already been severally spun,
Her blood has rushed down to her toes,
On knowing that now everyone knows,
She’s left astounded and very pale,
At the thought that now everyone knows her nasty tale.

wiser; by three inches of hair

we four are making a claymation!


we are working mostly with these two bacchas. they accidentally got named Darlie and Koshy. now we can't make that official of course!


we have even thrown in clay versions of ourselves into the film. it's been going on so long, that everybody's hair looks much longer now than it did on the first day of production!

DNA

so this other day while machines are doing our laundry, we play taboo
Me: A bio thing!
Kc: (raises eyebrows)
Me: A newsaper name! A bio thing name for a relatively new newspaper!
Kc: Amoeba.

Balloon, another one

give a kid a balloon, and what does he do with it? he plays.
give a grown-up a balloon, what does she do with it? she...

Balloon

"hey look ma! the guy there is making doggie balloons! can we have one?"
and one balloon got these two people. the amused balloon seller even went an extra mile to customise the balloon for these conjoined cephalopagus'. but when he put the two doggie heads facing different directions, little did he know...he had unwittingly stumbled upon a dark dark truth...

it's my first time on Illustration Friday ! being the doing-the-quick-doodle-and-getting-away-with-it person, i found it scary to put down one particular perfect image. it was like a commission or something! i did have to step up lots to graduate to the above image.


before that,

this happened, but the zebra didn't look like a balloon!

and before that,

happened this idea doodle!

then there was this other take,

an ode to the inseparables.

for the abagails and brittanys of the world!

having totally disobeyed illustration friday's instruction of not more than one image (psst...the next post has yet another one :P), i shall now shut up.

ps: this illustration marathon fetched me news on some incredible realities. you might like to find out more too. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conjoined_twins

gmail ads

i was surprised when i learnt of gmails advertising policy sometime last year. say you mention the word 'coffee' in a few mails, you'll have coffee glaring at you, buy me, no buy me! i was pretty taken in by the entire thing and surely when i exchanged a couple of emails regarding a certain chennai - sri lanka trip this summer, i didnt have to take much trouble figuring travel. the lowest rates blinked my attention away from my mails to the right and to the left, the now more attractive columns of my inbox. i found it rather smart, though creepy at the same time. well after the initial oooh factor wore out, i stopped caring much about these ad's,
until,
today.
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Mirror Image

so i'm on this beach holiday with my friend, her family and mine, and we play taboo this one evening.

Parag uncle: Women like to look into the?
Ma: Mirror
Parag uncle: Correct! And when they look into the mirror, they get?
Ma: Satisfaction!

i'm home!

and i had such a nice day, almost like it took me into its arms and gave me the warmest hug ever!
digging into my big big bag of chilhood books, i came across this one, a book i just loooooooved!
i learnt my very first hindi letters and matras and all that from this and the illustrations draw me in just as much as they did before. i had a fun time with my cat too today..what an appropriate find of a book! i'm sure happy to be back :) mischief and laughter with loony toys ma got me in the morning, good food, good sleep, discovering a carrom genius in pa in the evening,
so much more to look foward to...


:)

peanutsnutsntus!

when i read this one the first time, i lauged and laughed and laughed and laughed.
today morning i'm sad. so thought i'd read to make me laugh and laugh and laugh.
ps: ha hah ha.

i'm all sick today. unbearable sore throat. sneezed for two hours continuously. runny nose with skin peeling off. missed my best friends birthday. yuck. i feel limp and terrible and ugly all over.

this is my friend sudeep. he's a lot like nikhil chinappa. when i was young, i called him suddy because it rhymed with buddy. i remember how he phoo-phooed at it then, but it doesnt mean anything irksome to him anymore. so yea..suddy's this story-poetry guy, i dont understand a lot of what he writes. suddy's also this anti war guy, i dont understand anything of what he has to say about that, except that war is wrong. but it's always nice to talk to him once in a while. he manages to keep me fascinated most of the time. the other times, i pretend like i'm listening..hehe...well anyway, this sketch got born off a random doodle i did. maybe he was destined to suddenly have a cool profile picture on facebook! here's remembering all the fun terrace, barista, phonecalls, beaches, emails, homemade coffee, sholay enactments and long walk times :)

Naomi

pigeons pigeons pigeons

somethings happening!

last semester a fun pair of girls, matilda and emily came down from RCA to do experimental animation with us. editing some music they got along with them, i attempted to synch with it x rays shot in stop motion style. tonnes of techical errors later, i came up with this compromise of a film, or whatever you'd like to call it! most of the footage refused to play which is why some godforsaken person's ribcage keeps circling again and again and again towards the end! anyway, so then we had this big screening in the audi, our first ever. i remember us feeling all important, 10 of us seated in the 'directors chairs' in the balcony, hooting for all we're worth! this screening will remain special always, next time there will be just 9.

making films is a fun thing to do..it's especially satisfying at the end, inspite of a frustrating process. i would really like to make lots of films someday :) i hope we all do!

another one...

i was browsing through some dusty folders when i came across these retards! hehe...had fun drawing them during elective last semester. they're kalamkari done using a wooden pen and natural dyes. i'd opt for this look and treatement over the photoshop images posted earlier anytime!

a random self portrait.
i miss me.

So what if i dont wanna do my scriptwriting assignments?

i dont feel particularly bright at the moment.

So what if i dont wanna draw out my storyboards immaculately?

i dont feel particularly skilled at the moment.

So what if i dont wanna finish my never ending backlog?

i dont feel particularly concerned at the moment.
So what if all i want to do is take a break?
i feel particularly heavy right now.

all but them..

scared.

bobo, fat me, identical hairdos, january07, smiles

4am, 90%, bobo, ddc, education, guesthouse

"kya khaya ke baccho ne kela khaya?"

bananas, bobo, ddc, foundation.

"happy birthday dear dhaumya!"

blissful unawareness couldnt be better portrayed.

unaware we clapped in celebration,

unaware he was trapped in this solarized picture.

i want to do bumping cars in the animation lab all over again.
and all of us to be happy in the exact same way.
every smile should be there,
especially the one that started it.

a frame from a comicbook i'm doing...

ps: i have a new purple cell phone!

real cats do not possess eyebrows.

little over a year ago, arjun singh performed a surprisingly thoughtful deed. he had this tee with some malaysian cats all over it, which i obviously adored! then one fine day he donates it to me.

i really like such surprise things come my way... :)

i am wearing the tee today and suddenly noticed how all the cats wear this really dumbstruck expression..hehe..couldnt stop laughing! and to add to it, they're all smiling. did you know that real cats dont smile? nor do any other animals as for that matter!! (this is like my childhood realisation#27 : the fan doesnt give air, it just stirs it up!) hehe, i'm in a supewilly silly mood! but really..i can remember so many happy times with my cats that i could swear by anything that they did really smile along!

animals really are wonderful people...

old work # 5

inspired by a super sulky krishnachandran.

old work # 4

chewang often reminds me of what sikkimese old ladies would look like, so here was a random attempt at what they'd have to look like to not look like chewang! :P

i imagined them to be tall-ish, thin, frail, a little blind and very kind.

old work # 3

old work # 2 happy cow!

in the winter of 06, determined to get a grip over my sketching skills, i used to set out every sunday morning with mr.nair, usually across the bridge near college. sketching got really difficult this time around, owing to frozen fingers and uncomfortable full sleeved sweatshirts, eternal colds, unmanagable flying hair, clinging monkey caps and sometimes even gloves. however, as i had never woken to mornings as i did this time, a whole new dimension to nid life suddenly happened. the annyoing chill was taken over by the warmth of knowing smiles of the usual early morning people we started bumping into, fresh bustle of activity with the rising sun, returning to breakfast instead of going to it
and the joy of getting to know a new person as i walked down the bridge with him chattering by my side..
if i had a tail then, i'd have swished it about for no apparent reason.
:)

old work # 1

i came across some foundation work i'd documented last summer..


i used to be quite pathetic with perspective drawings and to make things worse i would perspectify perspective like in this one! :P

B L O G H E A D E R S

i realised it's funny how a new blog title happens every now and then as i march through The Phases. so why not a record?

may 07.
BOUNCING BEADS
drop bounce drop bounce drop scatter settle string.

this was the very first one, last summer. i recollect something about lots of unstable thoughts running askew, each challenging to be tamed. so enter bouncing beads. in a particular age as a child i was rewarded with a pack of colourful glass beads everytime i did something good, worthy of deserving them. before converting them into trinklets that would make me pretty, i'd love to open the the pack just a little and let all the beads stream out. i remember it being beautiful.
they'd drop bounce drop bounce drop bounce, scatter and then finally settle. then the tiny version of me would spend hours sincerely retriving each of them from their rolled away to destinations and string them into happy jingle jangles!

april 08
TRAPPED IN TRANSLATION

this very recent one comes as an outcome of still not being able to tame all those running askew unstable thoughts!
of translating them into assuring written somethings...

of all things bland.

it's a funny system we have here..back in the school days it would be a matter of grave resentment and bitterness when a student would be detained due to not living upto academic expectations. out here, in the system i'm learning it, i think it would be a favour to detain a student and give him a chance to really learn! but then again, i'm sceptical about how keen the people here are on learning anyway. most are busy brushing up social skills that would make them talk their way though their many so called networks. fake. so fake.
out here, we the positive people lable ignorance from the institutes end as freedom. until a point, taken. but then again, of what good is that freeom anyway? we learn, sure we do. at the end of it all, we learn that we dont really end up learning much when theres no encouragement. we learn that being idle is a waste of time. we learn about all the things that hinder us from learning. we learn.
it's almost the end of this semester, and i'm not doin too good for myself. life's been a pain, nothings happy anymore. that should explain such random disoriented posts. forgive moi.

the people who go Ammmmmmmmmaaazing!

This is my roomie of last year. We dont stay together this year beacuse the familiarity-breeds-contempt thing got better of us, which is great, coz non-familiarity of this year has bred occassional but brilliant conversations. from todays coversation i dont want to forget-

"light travels in a

but alas..sigh...
note to myself: someday i shall sit with sumegha and complete this post!

*sniff*...

Linked:
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tis was when the
new issues of
action comics has
arrived.they
seemed worth
every rupee i paid
for them.that
evening was spent
lying on bed
munching on junk
an readin how
these superheroes
saved the world
again.soon they
were religiously
added to my highly
valued monitor box
which already
stored hundreds of
issues. stopped
doin this whe
Linked:
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continue.

:-) :)
atleast once before you die, you must do a message conversation with reddyboy.

you surely absolutely must.

T9

im not hungry but rack some food. also get a slave

:P

i'm not hungry but pack some food. also get a plate

hitendrasalavala.

a mouse in her room woke up miss doud

who was frightened and screamed very loud ,

then a happy thought hit her

to scare off the critter,

she just sat up in bed and meowed.

thats how the limerick i illustrated for studio photography goes. shivani's madness fit in just great and the attatched picture is the scaring off the critter line...love it absolutely! :D :D :D

(i got a repeat for this assigment, tehehe..kehehee..gurgle gurgle..:P, yeeeeeha.)

knowing what no one knows..

..sounds like a lot of fun really! just yesterday while dinner in the mess, i happened to be engaged in a random conversation with someone. when that person got up, a sudden thought struck my head. i had no clue as to what that person ate and how much he didnt. which suddenly ignited an entire string of thought which made me realise just how fun it would be to notice things...well, sure there are more interesting things than just leftover dinner! and sure we do these things subconsciously but doing it consciously is another thing altogether! i could probably live a day that way and be able to make a story out of it! maybe i sound completly barmy right now, but then again, maybe i should do tomorrow this way. why not? done then..i'll update.

a lot of things things i felt today suddenly make me wonder..is there something i really want to communicate to people, or would i communicate coz i..well, have to.

filling up an empty space.

i didnt write anything in november and now i'm sitting in january trying to see if this post i'm typing writing now can be added to to november archive by cheating the date..hmm..if u see this post here, you know it works!

ps: i was made alive., today, years ago

i have seen a cat without a grin, but a grin without a cat?!

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
Alice didn't think that proved it at all: however she went on. "And how do you know that you're mad?"
"To begin with," said the Cat, "a dog's not mad. You grant that?"
"I suppose so," said Alice
"Well, then, " the Cat went on, "you see a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad."

music so soft, seems like it's far away..

someone, a while ago, got real mad at me..and commanded in that infamous angry voice, "fuck off". with the reluctancy of someone who doesnt know what to do, i turned to walk away, leading me to where i am now..

my room desk, which is suddenly a very comfortable corner. and although they arent really there, you feel like youre seated on a lotta big soft cushions..y'know what i mean, the sorts of which make you feel all comfy and warm, right in the inside of you.

damn. in the time it took to open this webpage, i've forgotten all the beautiful things i was thinkin of and something tiny like a memo note popped up sayin "write your blog stupid". damndamndoubledamn. i feel so sheepish.

hmmm..ummm..oh yea..somethin about a toilet seat..

oh yeah! like right now, i could be sitting on my toilet seat, in my yellow-lit(yay!!) toilet, with norah jones playing some of my favourite music,

(never completed, posting anyway.)

the way of the world.

the world..the world is big, too big for refrence here...so lets just narrow down to a bunch of people who you interact with...choose to interact or need to..both.
Do you ever feel defeated at the madness around? Ever feel that people are way beyond what you can ever decipher of them? Ever realised that developing The Opinion is almost next to impossible?
Right now, i pray for those special effects tech junkies to come and wreck me out of this whirpool of uncertainity, dissolve me into air and then..then, well, someone can breathe me in.
that way, atleast you know youre certainly being useful.
uncertainity me says is the way of the world.
You come to the world, spend your life figuring how to live rather than just living it, and then you die.
Any other speculation will exceed the realm of necessity and hence i hereby proclaim the end of this seemingly useless article.
Amen.

god will just look and laugh and the joke he's just created. you.

fresh..

today i looked away. away from the everydays i've been living, the everydays i semi consciously slipped into. and what do i see there?

i dont really know if i'm ready to accept what awaits me. if everything is nothing is quantum physics, then what is quantum physics? then,what awaits me anyway? maybe i wont make any sense of this ten years later, but,

but nothing.

the second half of lots of sentences are left incomplete..

i dont even know if half the questions raised are worth answering in the first place.

yes, yes, i know teacher said that no question is stupid, but then again, what if i told you your teacher was stupid, and i the second told you that your teacher is goddamn correct! whom would you believe? and if youre smart and believe neither, youre a fool to believe yourself.

now now, do you believe that?

:)

cheers!

*picture stolen from priyashas blog.

A Day to Remember, which gave some things to forget.

"and the girl in the red shorts? whos done that?"

"me", replied a voice..partly apprehensive and partly priveleged.

what followed next was a revelation of sorts..confrontation with the the partly apprehensive side. this is what the voice now has to say..

when it rains,

close your eyes,

feel,

run, jump,splash,

reach out,

catch the happiness before the last drop splatters,

laugh.

free yourself.

and then, you can make it rain too.

and then, you can make it there.

well, i could.

and soon, it shall be everywhere!

-first day, illustration with lucie.

dont quite know what to write, but then again, since no one knows this blog anyway, i can write whatever i want and get away without the shame.
this shame business is a bad thing i say.
i shall not be shameful.
i shall let my head explode,
right on the faces of people.
6 lines...there goes!

Yesternights...

My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night
But ah my foes and oh my friends
It gives a lovely light.

a superdiddlydeserving ode to dahl and blake..my childhood buddies.

imagine..if you went through this test and suddenly the result pops out on a paper, 'you are a certified retard'..would you believe it?! i would..and so would loads of other people, it's funny how we just succumb to pseudo reality.

Beauregarde

thought i'd start adding some colour :)
brilliant movie this, charlie and the chocolate factory.
violet..character moulded to perfection by burton..and just when you think dahl is at the epitome of it all! and well, she's just one among the others. watch the movie if you havent and you'll know what i mean..

from d's dump..

A-B Journey
People
Where are they headed ?
The subconscious want for a better life.
The frustrations of the cycle people are stuck in.
No conscious effort to break the cycle.
Dream of a better future, by living in a city they always dreamt of.
Everyday, they see people living a better life than they are.
Lack of direction
Ambition dies in the comfort of monotony.
Monotony gives people a sense of security,
Routine Age does not necessarily imply maturity.

i dont know who wrote this..but hell, i like! today is new-(ugly hp)laptop day. today is also the i'm-gonna-blog-everyday day. it's also the 'i-vow-to-put-up-original-stuff-here' (henceforth) day :P night!

Colour Of...?

it's funny how things have changed over this year..
wait a minute. stop right there i say!
sometimes you just say things for the heck of it, and now is one of those times.
it's not funny, really. infact its prefectly natural!
heres some attempted blogging of hundreds of days ago, http://cacaphonic.spaces.live.com/

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
spotless indeed :)
disconnected. complete. independent. free. backed up.

alright, i'm the sort of person who didnt write a blog all this while coz i couldnt think of a name convincing enough for it! and today, it was the fourth random thing that came to my mind. if youre smart, that says a lot about me. cheers for now :)