Monday, May 14, 2018

I call her Rain.


Looked forward to rain all my life. Blocked out the furnace in the sky, slowed down the never stopping progress. made people afraid to step out, made them run from the fear of getting wet and then there was me. The wetter the better. I was always prepared for rain. 

My technology protected by processed fossil fuels, my feet dry from the trekking shoes that have and will most probably never be used for a trek. The expensive time on my wrist, sealed tight.

I cant read the weather but my guesses with the rain were always on point. From drizzle to downpour, I made sure there wasn't any shelter to keep us separate.

One of the things we can't predict is a shit storm and that is exactly what I thought I was immune to until it really hit. Like the horsemen of the apocalypse, it was brutal and unforgiving. It shouldn't have come for me but it did.

And then the rain stopped. clouds would just tease me and pass me by without a single drop. unfortunately I lived long enough to find myself at the point that I would start hating rain, doubting it and secretly fearing it.

Summer was supposed to be shady trees, open grasslands and refreshing watermelons. It was nothing more than heat strokes, deserts and vultures.

Winter was supposed to be warm, pure and intimidating but it never came

Rain was supposed to be fun, caring and full of life but like the others, it wasn't.

"You have an alcohol problem now."

That was life. A series of random reality checks that hits you and then its drugs and alcohol till you forget what life said.

Where shall I go from here? I want to give up but there is still possibility of Spring and autumn existing. I never liked the 'pursuit of happiness'

I really liked Rain. Maybe she will come back. Do I want her to come back?

Loud music and aggressive drinking.

END

Sunday, November 2, 2014

It was Red's idea.

Tulip stood in the corner of the study room in awe of what had happened. Not that it happened for the first time. She moved her hand in a slight circular motion to ease the pain on the now red and bruised cheek. She kept staring as nick compiled the scattered paper from the floor into a bundle. He sat down at his desk and resumed whatever he was doing. 

Tulip was now breathing heavily, she wanted more. She slowly moved along the wall towards the open window, careful enough not to disturb nick. She looked out of the window and saw children running around having fun. She wanted some fun time too. She turned back to check on what Nick was up to. Nick paid no attention to what happened around the room.
Tulip went back to looking out of the window. A tiny Basil plant swaying gently in the nonexistent breeze caught Tulip’s attention. The lush green leaves in the white ceramic pot filled with just the right amount of dark brown soil seemed visually appealing to Tulip.

‘Nick Darling’ she called out in an amusing tone.
Nick didn’t reply.
‘We should get more of these. This one moved a little.’
Nick didn’t bother to turn around; he didn’t say a word and kept working. Tulip grabbed the tiny plant and in a sudden burst of rage threw it at Nick.
‘Look at me when I fucking talk to you.’

The three second silence in the room made Tulip realize what she had done. She knew what was about to follow, she braced herself.
Nick, on the other hand didn’t react. The pot had shattered as soon as it touched the back of his crown; the recently watered plant had skipped his shoulder and landed right on top of his paper work. The moist soil and roots added to the mess, smudging the ink on the paper. Nick stood up and dusted the plant off of his desk and brushed the dirt from his shoulder and looked back at Tulip. She stood dumbstruck in front of the window.

‘You know I don’t like distractions when I work. HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT?’ Screamed Nick at the top of his lungs.
‘But I’m getting bored.’ Replied Tulip

‘Then why don’t you clean the mess that you have made.’ Nick reached out for the bottle of ink on the table and threw towards Tulip. The bottle smashed against the window pane right above Tulip. Nick never had a good aim. The ink splattered all over the window and of course over Tulip.  She tasted the ink from the tip of her lips. The bitter taste made her experience even better. She heard the children scream from below and looked out. She wasn’t the only one covered with ink. She quickly closed the window and turned back. Nick had already gone back to work. 

Tulip tip toed out of the room and into the kitchen where she had a Barred Tiger Salamander in a medium sized fish tank.

‘So, how did it go and what’s with the new beauty product on your face?’ The Salamander asked.
‘I did make him talk but your plan didn’t work.’ Tulip replied.
‘Okay then, you got what you needed now let me out of this smelly tank.’
‘Not today Red, maybe tomorrow. I’m going to take a shower and get this ink off my face. Maybe I’ll throw a bucket of boiling hot water on him next. I love it when he does things to me.’


Monday, February 24, 2014

The Slim and Afro Show

So iv'e been making videos for my college fest 'DZMA' with my buddy Afro... Six episodes. I'm gonna put all here together. The quality is low and things might not be clear but I had fun making these. Our target audience was our college people but since I had to publish some new content while i'm busy working on other projects, I decided to upload this.

Episode 1

Episode 2

Episode 3

Episode 4

Episode 5

Episode 6

Oh and just in case you didn't figure out by now, I'm Slim. Also Rabid Panda.

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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Click, move, click, check, stabilize

Was working on a group project lately. It is a stop motion animation done by four groups and each group had two people in them. The aim was to try out different mediums for stop motion animation. Though it was irritating and a pain in the waffle cones, I had fun. my part begins from 0:58 and goes on till 1:27. My partner for this project was Anubha Dey, check out her Behance page here.



Though it was our first time, I think we did a good job.
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May the force be with you :)

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Down Boy

Hello people.
Happy new year. Here is a new post, well actually its an animation. Actually it is a rough animation. We call it Animatics from where I am from. I am working on the final animation for the same.
Most of the artwork was done by my friend Dixie. Check out her page here.
Anyways, I was thinking of making an illustration for my next post. If you have anything in mind then let me know. Maybe I'll make it. Not promising anything.




See ya next time. Don't forget to comment, share and follow.
Till then... Stay Awesome :)



Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Santa has gone cuckoo.

It’s been four years since anyone has seen Santa. Four years since any kid got any presents. There were Christmas trees and Christmas decorations but without Santa everything was useless and no one could predict the aftermath of what was to come.

The first year that Santa didn't show up, all the kids thought that Santa couldn't make it for some reason. But you know kids these days, they are well connected to each other through this magical communication voodoo called the Internet and very soon they found out that Santa didn't visit anyone. The milk and cookies remained untouched and nothing but thin air under the Christmas trees. (Well come to think of it, it was thick air since thin air rises to the top. Some science bullshit I read in my school textbook.)
Soon the kids around the world started thinking that maybe, just maybe they were not nice enough that year. That led to a wave of children being all good the whole year. There was no bullying in schools; none of the parents were troubled that year. You could see children on the streets helping out people with their daily chores and homework was completed before bed time but soon came Christmas time and everyone went to bed on time but there was no sign of Santa, same as last year. The second year was different. The kids all around the world went into deep depression and still no adult cared about the disappearance of Santa. A group of scientists tried reaching to the government, they tried to inform them the threat of having no Santa but the government was busy with oil, money and nuclear weapons. Everything went grey and no kid smiled that year. Parents spent all their money on clowns and counselors just to get an ounce of giggle out of their kids but nothing happened.

The third year was worse. Some of us called it the apocalypse. The children grew impatient of waiting for Santa. This led to children from all around the word to start a riot. There was no concept of NAUGHTY AND NICE anymore. They broke in toy stores and stole everything, there was graffiti on the streets and the kids started reading the dictionary just to find out bad words. No one attended school and no one slept on time. They ate sugar till they went hyper and after that they were unstoppable.  No parent could hit their child. The children made their own relief camp and just in case anyone got beat up by their parents, the children from the relief camps would make life a living hell for them.
By the fourth year, the government took serious action. Since they couldn't use force on the children, they made it mandatory for parents to buy presents for their kids and make them believe that Santa left them for the kids.

The world slowly started stabilizing and the children started believing in the naughty and nice pact. On this very Christmas, a miracle happened. There were more gifts under the trees, more than the parents bought for their children. There was a note on every extra present. They were all addressed to parents.
It read, “Christmas is not only for your kids, it’s for you also. I want all my children to be nice and believe in miracles. Spread the joy and Merry Christmas.
Love,
 Santa.

P.S. Don’t hate me haters. You guys need me more than ever and try leaving some brandy for me next time. It’s damn cold out there.”

I guess Santa has gone cuckoo in the head but then who cares. As long as I’m getting what I wished for.

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Christmas IS for kids as well as grownups. My parents still send me presents and they tell me that Santa sent them and I’m 21 now. I want to be their Santa as soon as I get done with my college. Keep your Santas happy. Keep reminding your Santas that you need them no matter how old you get.

 Merry Christmas everyone.  Stay warm. :)

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Sunday, December 22, 2013

Let the first be special.

 Anniversary card


Well here is the first artwork that I'll be uploading. It is an anniversary card that I made for my best friend to give to his girlfriend. The characters are Pumpkin and Squib and they are are from one of my favorite animation show Baman and Piderman. You can also call it fan art. So pumpkin is basically a dude with a pumpkin head and squib is a tentacle monster and they both fall in love and crazy random madness happens through out the show. 

The episodes are short and sadly there are only twenty one episodes. Here is a link to a roughly thirty minute marathon. If this wont make you laugh like a hyena secretly looking at lions making love, then YOU need to get your funny bone replaced.

That is it for now. Be sure to comment, share and follow me on blogger or google plus or facebook. 
Coming up soon is a Christmas story so stay tuned.