
Wisdom from Ananya as we were putting up my Pre-Dip show in NID.

Wisdom from Ananya as we were putting up my Pre-Dip show in NID.
Yes, I had a lot of growing up to do. In these sketchbooks, I really thought I was doing that!
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.
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.
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…
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
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.
Last month I found a bunch of my old sketchbooks from NID in my parents’ house. Here are some of the drawings from my last year.
A friend of mine has a very cool blog, and he is on a mission to do 40 artworks in 30 days.
This is part of a continuing series on food in NID. Here’s Part 1: Mess food and Part 2: Jamalpur. So, to begin where we left off –
When the mess food would grow increasingly poisonous, we would escape to another favorite place: La Bella.
This humble place in Khanpur Lal Darwaza was (is? let me know) a haven which cured many an appetite tired of the tasteless campus food.
It was popular with students of all sorts, and we would often meet friends who had escaped with the same idea.
La Bella is run by Aunty, an old Goan lady and Anna, her helper. With no other help, and in this dim little kitchen, she would prepare the mouthwatering food that some of us truly dreamed about.
Our favorite dishes were mutton dry chilli fry, mutton masala, chicken masala, pork vindaloo, mutton cutlets and the delish fruit salad.
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