caricatures

A purchase in Kolkata...memories of a younger time

2011-01-01T10:23:00.000+05:30

bliss on a rainly day...

2010-08-26T11:50:00.001+05:30

I henceforth decide to bath every single day of my life

3 months on...

2010-03-07T19:53:00.001+05:30

Death?

2010-02-14T13:44:00.001+05:30

I didn't know how to tag it. I found it kind of sad

Live, laugh and listen...resolutions for the new year :)

2009-12-24T21:55:00.002+05:30

Mr Grumpy

2009-09-05T12:24:00.003+05:30

So would you be if you had to suck dirt off the streets all day...

Its just one of those days...

2009-09-02T12:36:00.004+05:30

what say wordsmith?

India is my great :)

2009-08-12T09:22:00.001+05:30

I'm lovin it

Wicked...

2009-07-14T08:31:00.007+05:30

Qwiky's Coffee

"Bipasha and Cristiano would have loved to have Qwicky's,

Abhishek and Ash for sure have had Qwicky's,

Akshay must have had Qwicky's with everyone."

function and form go together

2009-07-08T11:30:00.002+05:30

There is the drain and then there is the drainage.

He moo's me; he moo's me not

2009-07-01T13:36:00.002+05:30

Bovine interest in human males on the rise!!!
Scantily clad men.... you have been forwarned.

Shit happens

2009-06-25T09:07:00.004+05:30

And happens to everyone :(

2009-06-08T11:06:00.001+05:30

The "Cars" of the movie do exist. I found one hiding behind Forum Mall :)

2009-06-07T13:01:00.000+05:30

The promise of bliss...through the office window.

An ode to a lamppost

2009-05-22T09:24:00.006+05:30

To some you are just a glorified lamp-post,
To some you are a chandelier in the sky,
Most scarcely glance at you,
Happy with the light you don't deny.

I love the way you never flinch
When a dog comes round and....um does his thing
In a better world where things were fair
Only a lion would perhaps take up that dare.

The signals change and it makes me think
These puny light sticks with their colorful blinks
Have been given powers you have been denied
It is they who control while you shine bright.

Honestly, the waits for the traffic signal to change are too long :|

Signage-2

2009-05-22T09:08:00.006+05:30

First create the gap between the railing and the floor and then put up a danger sign and transfer the responsibility to the patrons. Nice work!!!

The sign should read:

" Your children are your responsibility; we endeavor to put your commitment to test."

Also note that the sign is at a child's eye level.....this gets confusing actually :)

2009-05-21T12:28:00.000+05:30

Its almost a work of art

Ironic

2009-05-13T10:16:00.002+05:30

someday sanity will prevail...till then we could use coincidence as an indicative

2009-05-09T09:43:00.000+05:30

Pity...

the nest

2009-05-06T10:35:00.003+05:30

Saw an amazing photograph on a friends blog and that was definitely on my mind when I clicked this. My own cheeky analogy.

2009-05-04T09:16:00.000+05:30

Saw it...liked it.... blogged it.

Rest room with a difference

2009-04-27T15:17:00.002+05:30

Yeah, I know, but can still laugh at it right?

Any suggestions for an appropriete icon?

Signage

2009-04-26T11:39:00.003+05:30

The "Pun cher" Shop guy's use of static and dynamic and symbolic media is really awesome. Just gone a bit beserk with the directions. Nevertheless a commendable effort!!!

It's a hard life

2009-04-17T13:41:00.002+05:30

Afternoon siesta...

suggested by the wordsmith

Whiteboarding..

2009-04-09T15:03:00.002+05:30

I wonder....

Function follows form...

2009-04-03T10:25:00.002+05:30

"Bye honey, will be late tonight."

Twisted metaphors -1

2009-04-02T15:47:00.003+05:30

"You know, when I was young i could..............."

"Sigh....yes dear"

Twisted metaphors-2

2009-04-02T12:14:00.003+05:30

3 generations in one photograph..... there are somethings money can buy

Twisted metaphors-3

2009-04-02T11:43:00.003+05:30

"Oh no, this is too high for me!" moaned Mr. Ladder, his dreams of escape disappearing fast. " If only I had something to climb on."

Show and tell (one)

2009-03-28T09:19:00.002+05:30

Observation at Landmark, Forum Mall, Bangalore.
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Next image has the explanation :)

2009-03-28T09:10:00.003+05:30

Well, either the folks at landmark are particularly careful about how they arrange their Chicken Soup books....or.... well,we know what we read :)

Toasted.....

2008-07-29T20:18:00.003+05:30

an image borne out of an impromptu discussion with Manjiri!!! Dont ask what or why.....

Traffic update

2008-04-15T17:45:00.002+05:30

Bangs Galore

2008-04-15T17:44:00.001+05:30

As I said...gestation over. Now to spite :) Not really. Please welcome Bangs...Galore.

Every city has its idiosyncrasies...and believe me or not, we love them for it. Lets try to laugh at some.,de-stress, and generally get on with life.....

Hope to laugh at life. No offense.

The evolution

2008-04-06T12:32:00.000+05:30

I started of knowing little of what I wanted to write in this space, thinking that me and my problems would be enough to fill this place. Well....as with all good intentions....I now think otherwise!!

Have got two blogspots....this I chose to title caricatures...and that is perhaps apt. Decidedly, holding a mirror at the world is a whole lot more fun than holding it at ones own face!

Have been in Bangalore for more than 9 months ( yup, gestation period over). Lets see what more is there in life than working 9 to 9 for 9

I will (barely) survive

2007-07-13T18:32:00.000+05:30

I will survive
as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive

Replace love with work and there you have... the mantra of the new world

social networking?

2007-06-12T11:05:00.000+05:30

This is a poem I wrote a long time back on the phenomena of social networking through the net. A tirade aimed specifically at orkut. Now after a year of orkuting,perhaps I can write in again here to speculate on my own perceptions. The poem is in Bangla and no I am not taking the pains of translating it. Just spoils the fun.

Pacche haashi , haaschi tai, hashar onek karon bhai,
Manush machine guliye geche emon bhabar karon chai?

Pasher barir ratul dada,gofete se diche tan,
"Ronaldinho? Tucho manush,janish amar kota fan?"

'Fan' abar ki janbo bole messege pathai kakar 'cell'e
Kaka kande,"saathta amar tar modhe chota chele."

Edik odik jigesh kore karonta bhai jante pai,
'Orkut' er kutkutani,bondhu korar jontro bhai.

Compu khule profile likhe tangiye rakho jontrotei,
Jontro jaale porbe dhora bondhu sokol olpotei.

Bondhu kora darun shoja,kichui temon korar nei,
'Add as a friend' botam tepo bondhu hobe sokkolei.

Chitti lekha, golpo kora, messeginger dhoijo nei,
Chera kagoj adan prodan notun juger potro ei.

Nijer roome, compu khule bhabchi kake bondhu kori,
Pasher ghorer sentu chele diche tokhun golay dori.

Bonduter asol moja;
Eaksaathe ragging kaoa,
Bonduter asol moja;
3rd yearer tourer haowa,
Bonduter asol moja;
Dine khisti raate ganja,
Bonduter asol moja;
Bathroomete HOA r chota,

Orkut? HA ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Sobi phaki,sobi dhoka

Thoughts in perspective

2007-06-11T19:55:00.000+05:30

After writing that first one(and realising in the process that I can still articulate) I sit down to think . What do I write about? Is this to be a diary of some sort? I think it should be a place where I consciously attempt at good writing. This could be a place to put my thoughts in perspective. If the scarecrow does not scare any crows it might as well start painting!Definitely a more productive occupation.
For sometime now,I have been attempting to define my own thought process. Every job interview has that question! So you realise that my efforts are less philosophical than they sound. Sounds easy...construct a single sentence(preferably) that completely defines your intellect in a manner that sounds convincing, is precise and makes an impact on the interviewer. It is painstaking. It is pointless.
Lets see how far I get down that road.

presentation reports and application letters

2007-06-09T09:06:00.000+05:30

I could write, once. It wasn’t very long ago. I am not sure if I can anymore. I start tentatively, checking, unsure of a talent that has perhaps deserted me. I do not know why and when exactly I stopped writing. Occasional and sporadic mails, and presentation reports and application letters form the bulk of what my mind churns out nowadays.

Why I don’t know, I never stopped to think about it. I have not stopped and thought about anything for a long time.

It is funny because thinking is what I am supposed to do. What has changed? I am just a caricature of what I stood for till recently. Design is supposed to free you. It has tied me down into a small box. Innovation does not liberate you; it ties you down with an ever increasing burden of personal expectations.

I am thoroughly beaten on all fronts. I still stand bruised and battered. I don’t stand heroic. I stand because I don’t have a choice, like a scarecrow in the middle of a field that doesn’t scare any crows. I cannot justify my hatred but I hate. I try to justify my hurt and fail miserably on that front too. Can I still write the way I could? Do I still have that ease with words? I feel that I have more questions with me than answers.

I need to take a journey. I was different and I need to understand what I was. The world is out there. I need to know where I stand in this frame of reference. The only realization that I now have faith in is that one has to do what one has to do. Dependency makes you weak and weakness makes you wary. I am scared but I am not afraid. I boldly acknowledge the potential that I definitely have. I walk alone if I have to. I will keep walking.

Go forth. Be yourself. What you were and beyond.