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.
(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!
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.
From the Thinking Chairs
Rec Room
The Mess
Reshmy & Ananya near the lawn
Ananya's Room
Leaving, finally, on the train to Bombay
It’s usually not easy to get affordable and good sketchbooks in Delhi, but I managed to find a decent one in October that was good enough to make me draw almost everyday.
Here are some pages from it:
My grandfather's house
inktales 
