In 2010 I challenged myself to post a drawing every day of the month.
The Books of the Month.
The hero, the friend and the anteater complain about false representations. The Epilogue to that.
Once I used to walk to work.
Some wisdom from the anteater.
A key takeaway from the USID 2010 conference.
In 2008 the pain of not carrying a sketchbook.
Why Skype was not enough for our long distance relationship.
In 2006 old drawing from when I was single.
Most of the women that I see on the metro have long hair, but these ladies really stood out.
Sometimes there are women who spend their commute doing something else other than on the phone. Here’s a girl who was reading a religious text and chanting throughout her journey.
This girl spent the journey staring at her reflection on the window behind me. I forgave her, she had just lost a gold ring.
I see that Octobers have been a little low for inktales.
In 2009, a journal of tristesse – filled with Conversations with the Anteater:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 7
Part 8
In 2008, I happily drew The Big Joshi, ate a lot of yummy Swedish godis and introduced the culture of the Bengalis (Ray Babu’r Ekdin) to my classmates.
In 2006, a month of journeys and meetings.
An old flame from an old sketchbook.
Dia and I went to Amritsar.
Viv and I bumped into friends everywhere.
Sometimes the women are pretty interesting.
If they’re dull, I practise.
The mobile phone is surely the lifeline of commuters everywhere. Here’s a girl gossiping on the phone while her neighbor is engrossed in eating a bhutta (corn) even though eating is not allowed on the Metro.
She’s drinking juice while talking on the phone –
While this girl is talking on a phone held to her ear and watching a video on another one in her hand!
*(OH: You’re so jealous of my happiness)
I would draw the women at 6 pm than the ones at 7:45 anyday!
The brown boy had a fantastic time in Paris last summer.
He began by showing off the only word in his French vocabulary…
Then, he found posters of his favorite bande dessinées auteurs and ate les moules frites
He loved the quaint hotel on the top floor in Montmatre, and soon got used to walking up the hill
Charmed by the Mona Lisa, despite the crowds of Japanese tourists and their cameras, and inspired by Van Gogh,
he spent days drawing in cafés and only pausing to see some of the sights –
I think he will agree that we got enough inspiration for at least a year.
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