Duality

I've been attending a bunch of workshops organised by this group of college students called OBO - Our Bodies (Our) Opinions. They are trying to create a platform where young people can talk and find out about the more taboo but important aspects of life and society, like Child Sexual Abuse, Domestic Violence, Sexual Identity, etc. They've urged us to use our talents (visual, musical, linguistic, etc) to help spread the word. So, here is the first piece I made for them, themed on sexual identity - the difference between sex and gender.

Reclining Woman

invitation

Today I'm combing my hair, and my mom walks in, nearly faints at the sight, and takes roughly 3 seconds to regain consciousness and ask me, "Babu, tor ki kono girlfriend-thirlfriend hoeche naki? Eto beyam korchis, chool achracchis, roj eto chaan korchis, thote boroline makhchis, byapar ta ki? Aka aka thaakis, soft soft gaan shunis (eluding to Beatles and Dylan, after being used to too much Metallica and Iron Maiden), kotha bolishna ar sharadin sms korish? Ami mind korina kintu, amae bolte parish!" It's starting to get quite disconcerting of late!

Drew again today. My best roll till date! Hopefully it will last.

Random Drawing.

Just something I drew randomly - with no reason behind it. I wanted to work with text and color.

Julia

Yes, I heard yet another Beatles Song that completely blew me off my feet. This one did it more than any other till now though. Jealous is the only thing one can feel about Lennon's lyrics once he hears this! The very first two lines were like lightning bolts of realization! After every line, you go "how the fuck did he come up with that, and why the fuck couldn't I?"

So I sing a song of love, Julia

There is a Beatles tribute coming up on the 31st of this month and the 1st of the next. I've no idea as to who's performing, but I've decided, not after much thought, to go. My parents, with equally little consideration, have prevented it, and so it looks like my study table will be seeing me for longer periods of time till the weekends.
My parents have, of late, started having weird duschinta(s) about me. They think that I'm in a relationship, engage in drug abuse and god knows what else. It used to be funny, now it's pissing off. Dad just now walked in, asked me whether I was going through any mental turmoil, said he'd talk to me later about it, and left. That indicates a nice hour's worth of time going down the drain.
My last 6 drawings have been on paper, and hence I've not been able to put it up, so now I'm about to embrace MSPaint again.

Good Morning

Amidst the integration, trigonometry, adolescence and Jaco Iz related logistical impossibilities, I have gone into a fearsome drawing streak. I've drawn some 6 times in the last 36 hours. I've also been down with a Beatles and Bob Dylan fever. Not a lot of people I know, like Bob Dylan much, but he's a bloody genius. Got addicted to Hurricane yesterday, and it hasn't passed yet. I drew this in the morning -

Joy

Throes.

Today I tried to explain to a paranoid mother that just because I talked to a girl from 12 a.m. to 5 a.m., does not mean that I'm doing "improper" things at the "wrong age"! Apart from that, my other achievement was that I did math for 4 and a half hours today! Then I drew. GluconD should hire me for research purposes.

Throes

Change

I just realized, the colour of the titles in my blog are very bad! So, I got it fixed.

Loneliness

Random decision

I've decided. I'm gonna make this blog function as a journal from now, and not just the free exhibition studio as I used to! Last night I didn't want to sleep, so I sat on my windowsill and drew 3 random sketches. I picked up a pencil after a really long time, but I'm quite happy about one of the results! I'll see if I can digitalize it and get it up here.

I'm an only son, with one female cousin, who's learning how to cut up and put back human bodies somewhere in south India. That does not, for some reason, exempt me from Bhai-phota. My aunt and my grandmother, again for some unknown reason, have decided to bring me the honour. That means money, so I stay cute.

Razor's Edge.

My first attempt at metaphor.

When the roads ended, he walked on.

When hope was foolish, he walked on.

His footprints fading, he walked on.

The tree lied to him, he walked on.

No wishful thinking, he walked on.

A taste of ruin, he walked on.

With introspections, he walked on.

With no directions, he walked on.

The branch had broken, he walked on.

When the stones gave way, he walked on.

The meanings lost, he walked on.

And through the frost, he walked on.

The trees were thinning, he walked on.

The question looming, he walked on.

The place was nearing, he walked on.

The answer waiting, he walked on.

He reached the meadow, he looked around.

His gaze was searching, his answer sure.

The glade was empty. He dug a hole,

And there, in peace, he rests his soul.