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In loving memory of the one and only Parsa

Some of you know our friend Parsa. Back in 2008 I had drawn a story for his birthday The one and only Parsa. On Tuesday 4th Feb, he passed away. He and I were flatmates in Ahmedabad back in 2001-2002 along with our other friends Reshmy and Rahul Das.

One night another friend Tuttu had come over. Suddenly –

Anyway, we found some water for him…

and that was that…

Another day…

Parsa: Nandisoo Look at me! I am the messiah!
Soo: Dude you slept with the window open again!

Another time –

Parsa: We’ll take you to the Oscar awards ceremony with us, Nandisoo…
Rahul Das: Yes, you’re sweet to us and help us and we will take you when we win…

Parsa was not like the rest of us. He had so much passion and so much drive. These last few months he gave us a lot of attention with his daily messages and sometime later I understood that was his way of showing love…

“You have immortalised me in time,” Parsa had commented when he read the other post. I wish that this could really do that ❤︎

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A place with magic

And I think this is true for most of us, including non-designers.

NID, sketchbook

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…

Food, NID

La Bella

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.