Yes, I had a lot of growing up to do. In these sketchbooks, I really thought I was doing that!
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Life in the Grief Books, 3: People I met
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.
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…
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!
Sketchbook 2002
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
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