One day I met a boy called Neel (the Bengali word for blue).
Watching a performance by some first years only made me feel old.
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Life in the Grief Books, 2
So among other things, we also managed to learn some stuff and do some work. Here I’m working on my diploma films, a communication design project about social harmony in the aftermath of the Gujarat riots. (Films are here and here).
Trying to break through a block during the same project.
and the perpetual problem of running out of time.
Life in the Grief Books
When I look at these sketchbooks now I can hardly recognize myself – which is probably a good thing! And I drew quite a bit in my last year at NID, so it was rather well documented. Here are some of the usual things we did in those days:
Walk in the backfields
Spend Sunday afternoons in the animation studio
Watch life-altering films
Hang out on the lawn
Agonize over nothing, really…
Coffee in the morning
And by the way a happy Valentine’s day to those who celebrate it.
Living through winter
After the Swedish winter, everything is better – but I still froze in Delhi.
From the grief books
Pages from the grief books:
Many late nights spent working
with some poetry for key moments:
Sometimes I drew myself much improved
and sometimes true to life
Sketchbook, Diploma Project
Leaving NID – Mumbai Sketchbook 2002
Well, it was rather stressful. And a bad hairdo didn’t help. (Though I thought it would). The effects of the Ladakh trip had worn off. The characters of my diploma films came to haunt me every night…
as I struggled with drawing, inking and animation.
So I was always in a blue funk.
and then the brown boy (who was then just another guy) was always giving useless pieces of advice.
Mumbai Sketchbook, 2002
(Continued from 2002).
And so I came to work in Bombay. For a while I had no place to stay…
…but many friends.
Tandoori chicken at Janta Bar
and endless coffee shops, where I even got food on the house since I looked so hungry!
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