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Kishore Kumar died on 13th October 1987.

Many things, unsaid, are beautiful.

the world is held together by wires

the world is held together by wires, originally uploaded by nehal ahmed.

And days shall come when life will be flesh and blood.
Days shall pass to leave you bare and naked.
The sun will rise to end the night.
It will burn your bare skin,
You will lay yourself down and cry,
Dry eyes will burn then.
That is when the rain will come.
Life will be green again.

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I see the lines on your face and oh, how I wish to seep into them.

Ay khuda, kuch aisa kar
Ke tham jaye yeh waqt.

Dar lag raha hai humein,
Ki yeh nahi hai haqeeqat.

Be truthful to yourself.

In the world outside you there is nothing such as truth or lies.
So whatever you say is just unclassified information. You are the judge.

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!

The Sun is in Motion And...

I am content,
With my own feelings.
Does it know or not;
I wonder no more.

I'd rather not think,
And keep on going.
A moment may come,
For the decision in time.

Time now is beautiful,
Here you are,
And here I am.
Time is now to smile.

Simply Bugs!

I'm really paranoid about bugs. In every illustration project I take at least one element that I am either afraid of or have not tried out before. This calender set is called 'simply bugs'.

It was created especially for the little monsters back home (sadly, I could never send it to them). I know kids would love to see these colorful pictures. I had a lot of fun creating this. It is all digital and did not have any pre-sketches or thumbnails (bad idea. you should always do thumbnails before anything digital). By the looks of it, it turned out okay.

the illustrator me

i am an addict of my pencil and chalks!

freak the freaks.

i want to freak people out by cutting my hair really short again. but, the only bad side effect of that is that instead of leaving me alone they will want to bother me with mindless questions. they will try to prove that they are worried about me.

if i was in a world of normal people (now i am in the world of misfits) they would've actually freaked out and would've left me alone. how do you freak out freaky people. how do you repel such sort. how do you communicate to people that you are a freak and it is best for them to leave you alone?

it speaks

I am here,
I slip slide,
I come to life,
To make you smile.

I go away briefly,
Make you afraid.
I want to stay forever,
I recommend you say it.

Say it in straight words,
Or you'll never be sure,
Say it on the face,
Or be ready to let go.

Do it now or repent,
Return will I never,
If you shove me aside,
And push me around.

I am intense,
I am real,
If you want me to be,
Hold onto this deal.

Inspiration doesn't come from design books or manuals on writing. Inspiration comes from your surroundings.

I just dropped work mid-way just to tell you what I think right now. I had been flipping through a color book looking for some inspiration. Nothing came to me. I made a face at a poster that I used to regard as fairly cool some days ago. And almost immediately I reminded myself of a Sagmeister interview I was reading on www.sagmeister.com . He says in there that he doesn't go for design magazines to get inspiration, he merely flips through them for pleasure.

My design drone wants to sleep. Poor thing, I've made him a replica of so many others. Poor thing has no identity in the crowd. Poor thing truly serves no purpose. None at all.

Interact with your negative/white spaces. Give them life. Don't be so insensitive. Yes, I should interact in what I live. Remember the Half glass of water. How some people say it's half full and some say half empty? Now, that is sensitivity.

Look at this a, do you think the black strokes define the letter? oh no they don't. It's the white space that holds it out. It's the white space that constructs it.

Do you see it now?

No matter how far you go, you will always be here.

Trying to look good limits my life.

Slowly you sneak in,
Innocently you smile.
I look into your eyes,
Everything seems worthwhile.

Please come by often,
Don't grow cold.
Together when we are,
Life promises to unfold.

Everything I do comes back to me.

fingers and toes go cold

It’s there
It always is nearby
It follows me through everything

Sometimes when I stand alone
I can feel it’s breath on my neck
My spine tingles and pupils constrict

I want to find a way
To make it go away
Forever

You be my starry sky. But, not so far.
You be my string of dreams. But, not so far.
You be my colors on the canvas. But, not so far.
Just... not so far.