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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Let the first be special.

 

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.

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Coming up soon is a Christmas story so stay tuned.

Editing a villain

So here is an animation movie that I made when I was too young to know what I was doing. There is no concept and the animation is really really bad. Since this was my first attempt, I couldn't get myself to delete this and now it found its way to the INTERNET.






Don't worry, not all my work is like this. Stay tuned for better animations and stories.

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I call her Winter.

Winter: Guess who?
           : Summer?
Winter:  oh, no dummy guess again.
           : Umm, is it my phone prank calling me again?
Winter: lol, no dummy its winter.

That was the first and the last time I ever heard her voice.  I knew she was just a wolf’s howl away but the sun always kept stealing her from me. Maybe it was something to do with how the world spins.
The sun was something stronger than me yet I kept fighting it. It wasn't soon before I quit, I let the sun have her.
To this day I miss everything about her. I loved the way she dressed me, the color white, the way she turned my nose red and the stories she used to tell me.

Unfortunately all that changed and winter was nothing more than a memory. Soon came summer. I hated everything about summer. She wasn't pretty and there was nothing special about her. The sun introduced me to her and hate was all I had to offer.
Then one day, down poured rain and she hid that motherfucking sun. She was magical, she had power, she was special and she was yet to be tamed. Every one tried to repel her but I always greeted her with open arms She was cold, not too cold though. She was the perfect blend of White and Black. She was a balanced grey. She taught me about the silver linings and told me that emotions were not meant to be locked away. She made me cry just to make room for more happiness. She sung me lullabies till I fell asleep. There were always thunder and lightning but they didn't matter because she hid that motherfucking sun and whenever he tried coming out, she made me look the other way towards the rainbow.

Just like that countless years passed. Just me and rain, no one else but last night I had a dream. I saw winter. She was as beautiful as ever and I wanted to meet her.

So I invited her home for Christmas. I hope she comes.

But I will never let go of rain.

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