Tactile Thoughts

Have we forgotten the Mahatma?

2012-01-30T22:19:00.000+05:30

Today happened to be the 64th death anniversary of Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, better known as Mahatma Gandhi ( a name bestowed upon him by Rabindranath Tagore); yet to my surprise, of all my 850 plus friends on facebook, most of whom are Indians, none, except one, chose to mention him in any way. Rather alarming and shocking. Quite a few of them are even supporters, and quite vocally so, of

Ageing up to Tchaikovsky

2012-01-14T17:05:00.000+05:30

So, I have quit my job last month, or rather last year. These days, I'm mostly at home figuring out what next, where next. I had gone for a short trip as well, which was much required. After spending an amazing new year's eve with my Tibetan friends at a private musical get together (more on that soon, since it deserves a stand alone post), I came back recharged and relaxed. Only to fall prey

A Chance encounter

2012-01-10T02:17:00.001+05:30

We met that cold night as estranged friends. Chance encounter, a winter between us, solace in cigarettes, courtesy smiles, hollow banter. Perhaps we should believe in Santa Claus to gift us back our stolen words. The cold steel city gets to us all; even children of the warm metropolis.

Now also on Tumblr

2011-12-23T23:56:00.001+05:30

Started a Tumblr site for sharing my artwork...do have a peek.. Drawn and Quartered

Division Bell

2011-12-21T00:18:00.000+05:30

It is not new, not anymore, this phenomenon of once thick-as-thieves friends suddenly drifting apart. Yet it stills pains me...and more so when the reasons are shrouded in mystery. And to all of you I wish good luck..

Pencil Jam revival

2011-12-11T16:51:00.001+05:30

Past couple of months my visit to the Pencil Jam sessions had waned to a point where I'd almost stopped going. It is easy to put the blame on 'other' issues, like my current (non)work situation, or the general laziness of a Sunday morn, or whatever.However, to be perfectly honest, the primary reason for this was me or more specifically my discomfort with any form of stagnation. Before I stopped

A new avenue

2011-11-12T09:15:00.001+05:30

Amidst all the madness, I've managed to start work on my graphic novel project.What started as an idea in Ahmedabad 3 years ago, converged into a closed group and chats across three cities, then died, has now been reborn as a more mature idea. I got six pages down to the panels and am quite kicked about it. The script has found many believers, including a few established comic artists and

Full Circle ?

2011-11-12T09:09:00.001+05:30

It's been a long hiatus. And there has been some major changes in my life, workwise. While I still grapple with the situation, there's an urge to take the plunge again, albeit in a more meaningful way..

Post-modern Self

2011-09-22T22:55:00.000+05:30

The modern self identity model relied, among other things, on the ethnic, geo-politik, vocational and religious identity. Things, I believe have changed. The advent of the TCK generation and concept of home as an interaction, are perhaps testimony to this. It is my conviction that the post-modern self identity can be only achieved through deconstructing the modern idea of "self".

Visual attraction

2011-09-22T22:51:00.002+05:30

This post is a follow up of a requesst, a dear friend had made long ago. The idea was simple, to create a 3 x 3 matrix of visual markers that I find sexually attractive. So here it is :

Our beloved Teacher..

2011-09-19T01:01:00.000+05:30

It was Teachers' Day a few weeks ago. As I thought about all my teachers over the years, people who to a great extent are responsible for shaping me, one particular teacher haunted me the most. Mr. Troy Ward. I had just moved to a new city and joined a new school in the middle of the term in the second grade. My class teacher was Mr. Troy Ward, or Troy Sir, as we used to call him. I had been

August weekend adventure, part III

2011-09-18T16:24:00.000+05:30

Triund was heavenly, and probably the reason I’ll keep going back to McLo, at least till the place is still untouched by the reveller-tourists. Sitting at the chai shop near Galu Temple, munching Maggi and Mars bars, we watched the rain. The occasional colourful umbrellas, blooming like flowers amidst the rain washed mountains and the sound of the drizzle, this was what McLo meant to me. Not the

August weekend adventure, part II

2011-09-15T23:40:00.000+05:30

On reaching Phagwada, the first thing we tried was again, try for a cab. So my friends went about to find out about cabs, while I, spotting a cobbler at the entrance of the bus terminus, got down to fixing my boots. No more bare feet! But soon my friend returned with bad news, no luck with the cabbies. Bus was now our only option, but after a chai ! At the chai stall, we met a Himachal Tourism

August weekend adventure, part I

2011-09-15T23:37:00.000+05:30