Tuesday, 17 November 2015
Sunday, 11 October 2015
AC BC CC DC
"The voltage is down...", he switches it off hurriedly in darkness as soon the air conditioner makes a loud banging noise. He's the one who handles remote controls to every other gadget in the house, when home in summer.
"Will it even be working tonight? It's incredibly hot."
"The voltage's down Bape!", he implores for the last time.
The whole neighbourhood has been suffering from voltage drips and everyone's ac has been going on and off constantly. Being an optimist he thinks they're just helping each other out by sharing the limited amount of electricity and switching on their ACs in a relayed manner. Little does he know about the selfish need to their peaceful sleep.
So, he tries to sleep in a room looking at the visible blades of a slow rotating fan, in the dim street light coming through the ventilator when...
...an image of a faceless bald man with a tumour like structure on his forehead comes to his mind.
By the way I think that the general statement, 'voltage drop' is wrong. It should be more like 'drop in the potential energy caused by the voltage', correct me if I'm wrong but I haven't studied physics for a long time.
"My grandfather has a similar looking protrusion on his forehead.", he sleeps off.
-May15
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"Will it even be working tonight? It's incredibly hot."
"The voltage's down Bape!", he implores for the last time.
The whole neighbourhood has been suffering from voltage drips and everyone's ac has been going on and off constantly. Being an optimist he thinks they're just helping each other out by sharing the limited amount of electricity and switching on their ACs in a relayed manner. Little does he know about the selfish need to their peaceful sleep.
So, he tries to sleep in a room looking at the visible blades of a slow rotating fan, in the dim street light coming through the ventilator when...
...an image of a faceless bald man with a tumour like structure on his forehead comes to his mind.
By the way I think that the general statement, 'voltage drop' is wrong. It should be more like 'drop in the potential energy caused by the voltage', correct me if I'm wrong but I haven't studied physics for a long time.
"My grandfather has a similar looking protrusion on his forehead.", he sleeps off.
-May15
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dadu n me, don't ask when
Sunday, 6 September 2015
Saturday, 5 September 2015
Monday, 24 August 2015
Friday, 19 June 2015
logon k liye logo
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Sunday, 8 March 2015
Outdoors.
This'll be an unending thread, starting now!
The first house in front(neighbours)
Noida Sector 15 metro station
College conference room
ICH, Cannaught place
College canteen
Wednesday, 4 March 2015
Happy Founders Day!
(Written on 3rd March.)
So while I sit here and design a logo for an online vocational education program, six years ago my mom passed away 2 hours from now, it's 9'o clock at the moment. I'll call my dad in a while but before that, I hope it's okay to share something without soliciting pity.
I usually prefer not talking about this, never made or wrote anything about it before because it's still uncomfortable, but I feel like venting out a bit today. Anyone hardly opens up this blog anyway(I suck at advertising), so I guess it's okay to put it up here. This stays the same until the time I get famous and people are ready to pay for a printed copy of something on this blog.
Days like today(3rd March), her birthday(28th Jan) and the overrated mother's day(I don't even know) rattles me up every year. I stay confused an entire day doing stuff I usually do, trying to stay hidden from the all-seeing eye. This lasts only till my roommate snatches the phone from my hand and asks about the Oscar-winning script that I've been typing all along.
It was an eased out night when out of nowhere maa asked me to make her a bed on the floor to sleep. She said, she was feeling a bit uneasy and warm and thought that laying on the floor might be helpful, so I did. We were watching something on the telly when she pulls my dad's pajama, calling him out. He looked at her to find that she was foaming at her mouth. I rushed out of the house to get a 'doctor' that lived in the neighborhood. By the time I came back she was no more. The 'doctor' said she had a massive heart attack. We didn't even get an opportunity to take her to a hospital.
The whole neighborhood started coming over. I didn't know how to react. I looked at my dad, he was staring at me. Both of us clueless of what'll happen next. I've never seen my old man cry but that day, he did. The situation demanded me to do the same but I couldn't, I was unable to comprehend what was going on. Tears sure did come but not then, it came after a few days when I accepted the gravity of the situation and felt her absence. I cried like a bitch.
I remember she used to have a small basket with some masala and seasoning, which is used in the preparation of a betel leaf. Half a leaf after every meal of the day. My whole maternal side is the same, bit of a betel leaf enthusiast.
While traveling it didn't matter if one misses out on bringing the tickets but there'll sure be some betel leaves in one of the bags. Even as kids, us cousins knew it was a bad habit but we got free sauf, (mouri) every now and then as a treat and we never complained.
My grandmother and my aunt are still continuing the family trait, smuggling betel from one house to the other.
I called my dad, he didn't pick up, must have slept off.
He gets tired after an entire day's work. During the vacations when I'm at home and there's no sleep, I close my eyes and just lay on the bed. This is the time when I hear him get up at 4 o'clock sharp, take a bath and light up incense sticks to the 'GURU' my mom used to follow. My dad personally takes more heed to logic than religion, but I think he wants the day to start with the same ambiance as it used to, however, it was never so early, to be honest, cook for the day, eat his breakfast and drive off to his office in Gamahria. He never mentions it, but yes getting over his wife's untimely demise sure was hard on him, more than anyone else because now he had to take care of a lazy child single handed too. It was his life that took the maximum amount of turn. It's tough man! the life of a single parent sure is tough. I owe him a lot and I've got no clue if I'd be able to do all that he does, with such devotion.
At home, I usually get up at 10, after he's gone. I get up to a silent room which remains the same until he returns from work. We have the junk food(samosa n stuff) that he brings for an evening, watch the telly, talk for a while, have our dinner and go to sleep. The evening schedule hasn't changed a lot, we are just running short of one more team member who used to participate in the same.
Moving out was helpful, now my dad has a little less to worry about me and for me the break from a monotonous room was healthy. The silence of the room still remains somewhere inside. A place I visit at times when I need to.
I won't say I've forgotten her voice, I'd still recognize her if I hear it right now from some corner. She had a very distinct laugh and I'd pay anything to hear it back again...but wait, what am I doing here. I have a logo to finish and you have to go visit the jubilee park.
Happy founders day, Jamshedpur!
So while I sit here and design a logo for an online vocational education program, six years ago my mom passed away 2 hours from now, it's 9'o clock at the moment. I'll call my dad in a while but before that, I hope it's okay to share something without soliciting pity.
I usually prefer not talking about this, never made or wrote anything about it before because it's still uncomfortable, but I feel like venting out a bit today. Anyone hardly opens up this blog anyway(I suck at advertising), so I guess it's okay to put it up here. This stays the same until the time I get famous and people are ready to pay for a printed copy of something on this blog.
Days like today(3rd March), her birthday(28th Jan) and the overrated mother's day(I don't even know) rattles me up every year. I stay confused an entire day doing stuff I usually do, trying to stay hidden from the all-seeing eye. This lasts only till my roommate snatches the phone from my hand and asks about the Oscar-winning script that I've been typing all along.
It was an eased out night when out of nowhere maa asked me to make her a bed on the floor to sleep. She said, she was feeling a bit uneasy and warm and thought that laying on the floor might be helpful, so I did. We were watching something on the telly when she pulls my dad's pajama, calling him out. He looked at her to find that she was foaming at her mouth. I rushed out of the house to get a 'doctor' that lived in the neighborhood. By the time I came back she was no more. The 'doctor' said she had a massive heart attack. We didn't even get an opportunity to take her to a hospital.
The whole neighborhood started coming over. I didn't know how to react. I looked at my dad, he was staring at me. Both of us clueless of what'll happen next. I've never seen my old man cry but that day, he did. The situation demanded me to do the same but I couldn't, I was unable to comprehend what was going on. Tears sure did come but not then, it came after a few days when I accepted the gravity of the situation and felt her absence. I cried like a bitch.
I remember she used to have a small basket with some masala and seasoning, which is used in the preparation of a betel leaf. Half a leaf after every meal of the day. My whole maternal side is the same, bit of a betel leaf enthusiast.
While traveling it didn't matter if one misses out on bringing the tickets but there'll sure be some betel leaves in one of the bags. Even as kids, us cousins knew it was a bad habit but we got free sauf, (mouri) every now and then as a treat and we never complained.
My grandmother and my aunt are still continuing the family trait, smuggling betel from one house to the other.
I called my dad, he didn't pick up, must have slept off.
He gets tired after an entire day's work. During the vacations when I'm at home and there's no sleep, I close my eyes and just lay on the bed. This is the time when I hear him get up at 4 o'clock sharp, take a bath and light up incense sticks to the 'GURU' my mom used to follow. My dad personally takes more heed to logic than religion, but I think he wants the day to start with the same ambiance as it used to, however, it was never so early, to be honest, cook for the day, eat his breakfast and drive off to his office in Gamahria. He never mentions it, but yes getting over his wife's untimely demise sure was hard on him, more than anyone else because now he had to take care of a lazy child single handed too. It was his life that took the maximum amount of turn. It's tough man! the life of a single parent sure is tough. I owe him a lot and I've got no clue if I'd be able to do all that he does, with such devotion.
At home, I usually get up at 10, after he's gone. I get up to a silent room which remains the same until he returns from work. We have the junk food(samosa n stuff) that he brings for an evening, watch the telly, talk for a while, have our dinner and go to sleep. The evening schedule hasn't changed a lot, we are just running short of one more team member who used to participate in the same.
Moving out was helpful, now my dad has a little less to worry about me and for me the break from a monotonous room was healthy. The silence of the room still remains somewhere inside. A place I visit at times when I need to.
I won't say I've forgotten her voice, I'd still recognize her if I hear it right now from some corner. She had a very distinct laugh and I'd pay anything to hear it back again...but wait, what am I doing here. I have a logo to finish and you have to go visit the jubilee park.
Happy founders day, Jamshedpur!
Friday, 13 February 2015
Working Title.
Was working on this for a while now, trying to send it for the Ficci Frames...last date's 16th. x_x
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16.2.2015... few storyboards and this goes down to the degree showcase file then.
...wip
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here's the video of the first part.
Wednesday, 21 January 2015
Tyranny of an Empty Room.
"Who's in there?"
He asked.
"No one."
She whispered.
"Why are you whispering then?"
"I really don't know the atmosphere is getting to me, there's an ambient stillness in the cold."
"Go inside, could be warmer."
"Will you if I do?"
"I'll hold your hand and make sure to pull you out."
She pushes the door open, it creeks all the way through, a soft thud against the wall and the clothes hanging on the coat hooks.
"Do you see anything?"
He asked her, his voice echoing around her.
"I've found it"
She exclaimed.
"You're bluffing"
"No really look, it was here"
She shows him a novel bound in leather, her name felted with gold over it.
Agatha Ellis
"Good, can we go back now?"
He implored her.
"Can I tell you something..." She pronounced, "... I don't want to go back."
"Hahah, it's not like you can."
He turns around, points at the door behind them.
It's shut, latched from the inside"
"We weren't outside."
He tells, "You were on this bed"
She looks around her, she's seated on a bed, the leather bound novel in her hand; open at the hundred and second page.
Agatha wipes the drool of the side of her chin up to the edge of her lip. She reaches for the curtain beside her bed, and pushes, letting the brilliant yellow cast of the morning into her bedroom.
She looks around at the room, its wide space almost audible.
"Okay, enough sleeping in."
-Anand Surya Sathyamurthy.
Sunday, 4 January 2015
Winter '14-'15 comic strips.
Christmas in Gaya.
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2k15.
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The local North Wall.
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We all have a li'l bit of spark in us,
We just need a blanket to bring it out.
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'Ek taanete jemon temon....
du'tunate rugi...
teen tanate raja ujir...
char taanate sukhi...'
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