Raw Sex!

Actual read: "War of the sections", IIMB's intra-year fachcha fest where all four sections, A, B C and D fight it out. Happens to be my first poster for the Student's Cultural Committee, better known as Culcom. Lot more updates from the Culcom desk to follow with Unmaad, our culfest around the corner. Unfortunately, the rest would be a lot more sober though.

India: Vision 2022

India 2022, through R. K. Laxman's Common Man's eyes; A video I'd created as a part of our Business, Government and Society project on HDI at IIM Bangalore. Waiting for more courses such as this and Profs such as Rajeev Gowda to, apart from the immense value add, well, keep this blog running!

Wall for Wall

My entry at the International Gaza Cartoon Contest (2008) themed "Death in Gaza - Palestinian people are dying - Help us!". I have picked up one of the core issues behind the Israel - Palestine conflict, the Western Wall, often referred to as the "The Wailing Wall" as well. While the Jews lament over their past at the Wall, they are going on virtually building a wall of dead Palestinians, over which no Palestinian might be even left to lament over. No entry so far seems to have touched upon this burning issue. Lets see how it goes among a flood of clones.

Update 1: Shortlisted :-)


Update 2: And now its in Greece :)

The unholy thread

Etched above is a brahmin warping around his struggling son the holy thread, which in this age of reservations, has become barbed. Got rid of mine long back but the scars remain. More than ever. As fresh as ever.

I need to break free

A snapshot of my mind taken during one of those countless mind-bending sessions in college. Yes, college, at a point when it meant nothing more than an illustration for KP's "The anatomy of an Egotist", when life was a lot simpler, when the now-regular fits of detachment were a rarity. Been two winters since. Times have become a lot stranger. They say others have matured. Seems to have happened very fast, very smooth, as if each had been programmed to do so. Indifference from such helps, but not in every moment. Often I find myself trapped in here....

surrounded by masked faces, people with goals, personal, but sketched by the media, people with goals but without sight, people without imagination, without fantasies. I'm tired of their fake smiles, their generic whinings, those meaningless etiquettes, their inhibitions, their abstinence, their orderliness. I see myself getting frozen in the predictability of this way of life, in this monotony. I'm decaying among those blank faces. Life is beautiful. It has always been and will always be but maybe not from this angle. I want to break free. I need to break free.

Nip in the bud

When I had first created this sketch i hardly knew a thing about how grave the situation is, at a time when I thought there is hope, at a time when I thought people like us joining the worldwide campaign against child abuse can make a difference....until I surfed into their world. The invisiblogs being the source of insight into their dark world. Posters, ad campaigns are just meant for us, those with a sense of guilt, those who can feel. These militant atheists are no different from the serial killers we read about. Child abuse, pedophilia is not about sexual orientations. It IS a mental disorder. It is about souls stuck in a world of fantasy who just cant realize what they are doing. Pedophilia is a grisly frame of mind risen from ages of suffering from low-esteem, suicidal tendencies, depression, self mutilation. They don't wear earrings nor do they tell you. They are just there, everywhere, in every corner. This post is not about suggesting solutions, strictures or a plea. It can never be. Its just a message. Not for them but us. Take care of your beloved ones.

The Second Stroke

Embark on a new journey, this time with my powershot and paint and plan to pick photoshop on the way. May my past belongings at devaintart rust in peace.