Powerpeff

Mallu overdose.
Yes. Happens.

True story.
(The overdose I mean)

Rummaging

The essence of Graphic design is purple with pink and fluoroscent bubbles and golden vapour. It swirls inside its crystal vial, waiting to break out, to flow and not take the shape of its container.
:From my AGD notes,
(which would mean semester 5, 2007).

Merryn reminded me about this one. My attempt at some dreamy-type writing. Looking at it now, it seems like a strange nailpolish. I think the rest of it makes sense though.

I found lots of other things in this book though, AGD notes that I have no memory of, 3 rants, 2 drawings of Amit Dutta, a lousy portrait of Mridu with all the nicknames we had for her till then, figure sketches of a few people, rgb notes, film language notes, a drawing of SB with all his SB-speaks, a drawing I made at an rgb meeting while sitting at the table under the pest-o-flash, a sketch of Chaplin for a poster in my pre-FIN days and a drawing of leaves above my head at Riverside school-it was drizzling then.

I need to scan some more.

sunnydays

I'm trying to keep the rest of them from wilting until I leave.

jules et jim

assignment for class.
I like only the portraits.

For better view and better explanation go here.

Bleh.

Totato Pomato

I slept at 4.30am, only because she was acting cranky in her half-asleep state. After she realised I was oblivious to her tossing and turning, she sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes like a child being woken up for school on a Monday morning. "Ow long you will kip working?", she managed through her closed eyes. So at 3.30am I turned off the smallest light in the room and plonked myself in semi darkness. There's only so much one can do in the dark, especially since I needed to draw out somethings. I slept. Was going to wake up at 6 which I did (Igot my dad to wake me up, international calls for alarms. Yes, shameless) but decided it was too dark and went back to sleep asking appa to wake me up in a half hour. At seven I realised my phone was on silent and I had many missed calls. Bah. I'm back at my desk now. It's still dark and she is squinching her eyes against the light of my laptop. Sigh, why is she such a light sleeper? Streetlights and moonlight kill her sleep. She doesn't seem like she will survive the night if there was a glowworm around.

The sky is slowly fading from grey to bluegrey. The only way you can figure out if it's morning is by the number of cars on the streets. There is a thick fog outside. L wakes up at 8.30 yawning huge yawns, trying to send me on a guilt trip that I refuse to go on.

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I had so much coffee, I'm going to have cappuccino instead of blood. Less sleep makes me crack up at stupid things. By stupid I mean anything can send me into a fit of laughter.

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In Italy, a potato also means punani.
(Those who don't understand, go away, I'm not explaining)

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Oh, I also had the scanner running for a while through the night. buwahaha.

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I've had enough of writing eloquent tosh, someone save my funnies please. I need to get back to my Sarcastic Self.