I've had a long running argument in my head about illustration vs. photography. One captures reality and the other captures imagination. Which one is needed more in the society? Shall we tell people what the reality is or delude them?

The problem with a human is that he thinks he is unique, different from every other human and is so full of himself  that he is ignorant of the fact that every other human can also think as much as he does and that every other human also has emotions as real as his own.

spiffy and the wacom tablet spiffy

Androidius rejectius - a breed of extremely nice guys

more than just a few words

For you I,

For you me,

For you everything,

Everything I could be.

All I can make,

All I can do,

All I can give,

Give everything to you.

That's me!

Where I am, I am just there.

You probably remember how nervous I was about coming back home! Somehow the feeling was lost in the abyss of my niece's complicated narratives. I calmed down and now I am thoroughly enjoying my stay. But, don't get me wrong, I want to leave this place when I can to come back to you guys, the love of my life, our life in college and the monsoon.

I like the fact that I really have nothing to do here. I don't make any day plans or go out anywhere, I don't watch movies, tv or read books. 'My God! What does she do then?', you must think. Well, I draw.

And I bet at this Yasir will have some joke like 'iDraw. Nehal, you're such an Apple fan!'
Haha Yasir. That is so not funny.

A Rain Diary

An interesting thought in my head says that we must all keep something called a Rain Diary. What purpose this is to serve, you can decide for yourself. This is the monsoon time diary which is stained with oil from the pakodas and chai cups. Stain it with rainwater, mud, etc. Stain it with the first rain drops! How exciting is that?

The rain is coming in a while. Before that come Mangoes! Mangoes are love! Let's also have a Mango Journal. Write about your feeling for every mango you eat this summer in this beautiful country!

Oh! How I long to begin the two precious Journals!

To bind a sleepless thought.

Sleepless nights possess a tempting sensuality. These seduce you into a play of random thoughts. The thoughts remain lucid only for the moment they are there. If you try to recall them after they have left your domain, you will realise not a trace of it's existence remains with you. Just like Haley's comet with it's bright tail.

Sleepless nights are enticing black holes like. You enjoy the ability of your brain to travel vast distances. This is when you can't direct your mind. It makes these disconnected places and pours it out as a map in your head.

You lie down, in the dark, eyes closed and watch what your mind shows you. Then, not very soon, sleep takes over like the rain clouds take over the clear sky.