'nautanki' ka chhata (work in progress)

'Hamari Nani' Our Grandmother

In dedication to our evergreen 'Nani'

portfolio design class....

Didn't know what to do while portfolio design was being talked about. Just heard 'n' heard 'n' kept writing 'n' jotting as i was the most ardent listener making notes attentively of each 'n' every word being said, discussed and given a thought upon. Though the experiment was fun to work on....From this day on no lectures would be boring though....

IF 'shaky'

drifting with...

aftermath of a shaky step/ heels

fall from a shaky chair

routine...

as the clock strikes 6:00 in the eve, the heart smiles.
its happy as its time to pound a little easy.
its relaxation time for the ardent beater.
it keeps urging the eyes to keep looking at the watch...
its happy to say 'alvidas n ba-byes' to all those whom it
has kept seeing the whole day.
6:30 keeps telling the heart to pack
but the mind keeps pushing an inch more,
finally the heart takes over.
on reaching the end of the road it sees people
familiar-unfamiliar, waiting patiently-impatiently for the bus.
and the heart keeps chanting 127.
it keeps wishing every vehicle,
every beam of light (then hope) to be a 127.
to worsen the wait the mosquitos and the disgusting gutter smell
keeps the heart raise its pace.
sometimes the heart falls for someone passing by
but then it calms as the beat raiser goes away at the green signal.
finally when it sees the 127 there couldn't be a happier heart
than the one who keeps wishing for just, just one glimpse of
one thing for minutes together seeming to be ages......

fall...the trippy leap

if worn

have always wondered how two people living together for years keep doing the art of balancing, compromising, adjusting, loving, caring, misunderstandings, break ups-makeups etc..etc... and still don't get worn out...
this one's for u ma-pa....

war of the roots- the scared ones

wash2

wash

coming soon....war of the roots

bubble

IF 'craving'

stormy stormy night

phissy love....

past meets future

the triumphant one

more trees

a frightened heart

with every knock on the door

her heart beats faster...

have they come again?

will they do the same?

would she be still alive

to think what happened?

would it be worse this time?

is it why she's killed even before she's born?

is this why nobody wants her?

is this why she would always be looked down upon?

the warriors

the conspiring roots

the war of the trees

this is going to be my first post. these are just initial sketches of a concept that could be either made into an illustrated book or a 2d animation..i have to still decide on its final execution as i move further...