Scared.

Acrylic Black and White Paint, On Canvas Paper.

Inspire, terrify, and confuse

From Reference- Illustration (Watercolor)

Soft Pastels, PopArt Wannabe.

Kitten senses bath-time-Plays dead!! (Video)

To Veil Or Not To Veil

Over these past few months I've read stories about the banning of the Hijab and I've had my share of opinions, just as many others. In a moment of clarity, I'd like to look the different opinions of those who are FOR the ban. Now, we all know that we live in a world where opinions can get you killed unless you sugar coat it and compliment both sides equally but I've lived in a Muslim city, a Christian majority state and a Hindu region, so I'm not going to be reeking  of biasness.
Don't get me wrong, I love and hate people of all caste's class and religion. I'm not the type who has ever been racist (though sometimes I am very judgmental towards poor attire) but this is getting out of hand!
Firstly, those against the banning of the  Hijab haven't got it wrong...individual rights, secularism and many other factors means that each person is entitled to belief, act and speak as they please. but lets face it... the only "freedom" we have , is an illusion granted to us  by the government.
If you've ever visited a Wild Life Reserve, you'll see the metaphor, because honestly we are just like those lions we see roaming through the fields, chasing deer and lazing around under the trees. We believe we are "free" but the minute you try to exercise your freedom you will see the uncross-able boundaries.
So it's high time we give up complaining, because nothing we say is going to make a difference. As long as we face terrorism, attacks, murders, rapes, we will be prisoners.
Muslim women, I've seen you. You are bold, strong, and beautiful. To hold faith in your religion, when all this chaos around you should make you wonder if there really is a God, is a testament of your strength, and by all means follow your beliefs, but you need to see a different picture, even if just for a minute. If you stick to your side of the story and refuse to understand where others are coming from, then you will seem to be just like one of these extremists that the world is so afraid of. I know that not all Muslims are extremists, but not many people actually believe that.
I believe it is the right of a women to wear a Hijab, but what about those that are forced to do so by people around them? Where are their rights? In a battle for justice and fairness, people believe that banning the Hijab could prevent the oppression of women, which of course still exists nowadays
A lot of people are very biased towards "Brown-skinned" people and Muslims  because of all the terror attacks and threats. The Hijab pushes you towards that stereotype, further and further, leading to racial abuse, and traumatic experiences for many young girls.
Another considerable argument often pointed out is the fact that every country has its rules and cultures. If I traveled to Iran during a certain period, I would have to cover my head and dress modestly. We accept those traditions and culture and follow the rules of the places we travel to. So when an outsider or a person from another background visits or stays in a country that follow a certain culture, shouldn't they have to conform to the rules as well?
Now lets talk about security. A hijab or veil can compromise security, because people are harder to identify when half their face is covered. With all the terror threats, attacks and panic, security is currently the most important issue to a country. Lets say the veil is allowed, can a person not disguise himself and attack people? Then how are we to identify and prevent them from causing further harm?
Secularism has its limits, we cannot burn widows, or stone people to death just because our religion says to. The people on this planet have a knack for using religion to cause destruction or make money, and without restrictions, things would go haywire.

To end things, I have to say this whole issue is absurd. When there are so many issues going on around the world, why are we so bothered about what a person can and cannot wear? Maybe its just deflection from the chaotic world, something to talk about other than death, murder, violence etc, or maybe we really  have become that shallow an existance.

Call Me Ginger, I dare you

Pencil and Red Ink 

Original Vs Painting- Robert Downey Jr.

Raining Rainbows...

Mortality

As years go by 

Desperately moving ahead towards

Each wrinkle I collect

Each scar the world paints on me

Memories Linger

Each night gets harder to live through

Dreams become more vivid

Nightmares come true more often

Death is no longer a stranger

Births are no longer astonishing

I have attained wisdom

Blended with confusion

And regret

A weakened mind

From the effort of pushing memories away

I am still young

But as I look upon the days that have past

I wonder, for how long?

Latest sketchwork.

What do you think?

Silly Musings Of Silly Life issues.

It's been a while since I've really written and it's a dilemma i'm facing on quantity over quality. I know most do think quantity goes a long way, and while it may give you a dozen readers, none of them are going to make it past the first paragraph.

If gold was found readily , and everywhere, would it still be precious?

I need to be inspired, I need to have that rare moment of brilliance before I can write again.

Till then, I won't bore you with random musings about heartbreak, silly girl issues, complicated words with no meaning and essays on boring perspectives that no one cares about .

To all the people that do care? I love you guys. I don't need hundreds of comments, keep the private messages of inspiration coming, this is between me and you... no one else.

Life and Its Mistakes

Each day, I spend one more day of my life, wondering whats the best thing I've ever done and whats my biggest mistake.
My biggest fear, is that I might still be in the process of making that mistake, and the end result is going to kill myself, only I am not smart enough to stop.
Career, Life, Everything in between, what is the better choice and what isn't?
Did I make the right decision in eating that slice of pizza or will it kill me with food poisoning?
Was the trip across the country a smart choice, or will I meet with an accident and be paralyzed?
Could I have gone to a better college, where I would be studying Medicine or Law, or is this the best I could ever be?

There's a thin line between the right decision and the wrong, where is my life headed?
Where is yours?

Manchester United !

                                                                              Manchester United.

Those cocky, arrogant ********. Need I say more?

Evra, Nani, Ferguson, I could just wring their necks with the jealousy breeding in my veins.

You know that popular girl in school, the one who just has it all? Money, popularity, friends, that car you've always dreamed of? That girl who could break the rules, and have it all... yet chooses to spend her awesome life just throwing it in your miserable face. Yes I know you're picturing that one girl in your mind, and yes I'm talking about her. That bitch, who always gets away with the worst of offenses, she is Manchester United, and I hate her. I hate her more than a jealous girlfriend hates that one hot girl who always flirts with her man. I refer to  United as her, because no man could get away with the shit that the players of Manchester United have, and no man could get someone into as much trouble as a woman could.

You remember Eve? Yes, that slut who tempted Adam? That is Manchester United...

And Jezebel? Definitely Manchester United.

Damn You Manchester United.

You Have It All.

Except Humility and Honesty.

You wicked witch, one so wicked even Disney wouldn't have you in one of their fairy tales!

A Message...

I'm not the biggest Lady Gaga fan , I'll admit... But... she does have a message to all those who aren't really satisfied with themselves, or have been brought down by others in life. If you weren't meant to be that way, then you wouldn't be. It's time we all start learning to live with how we are created, or we will die unhappy, unsatisfied and ugly on the inside.

Don't let anyone else make you feel like you aren't perfect. Don't let the insecurities of other people drag you down ~ You were meant to be.  Some of us will always remember you to be the spark of happiness, a little bit of perfection bought to our life... Thank God you were "born this way"


"I'm beautiful in my way
Cause God makes no mistake
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't hide yourself in regret

Just love yourself and you're set

I'm on the right track, baby 

I was born this way"

The World Unplugged ~ A Day Without Social Networking

      “If I won a Nobel Prize, and no one facebook status’d it, Did it really happen?”

As a child, my parent’s always told me about their years of socializing, where the youth went out for dances and parties with friends, spoke about their college days and had dinner in a huge group. If my father wanted to discuss a match with his friend he had to walk all the way to his house, and if my mother wanted to ask her cousin what dress looked better she had to carry it to her home and in order to find out the answer. “None of this tweeting non-sense” they’d say.  Nowadays , the world is built to our convenience. We are a lazy generation who have everything at our finger tips. If we want to know how a dress looks, we just take a photograph of ourselves in it and if we want to discuss a sport all we have to do is send a text. SMS, MMS, Facebook, Twitter, and Flickr means we can have a social life without even changing out of our pyjama’s.  

We sit there, in our oldest clothes, hair uncombed, pizza sauce dripping on our shirts, yet our profile pictures make us feel beautiful, almost as if all decked up for a party. We are smart and witty when we comment on a status or a photograph. If in real life we stammer or are extremely awkward, online we are models and studs. That is the power of social networking.

Today, as an experiment I have decided to take a break from all sorts of social networking sites and stay off the web. That meant, no Facebook, no Youtube, no twitter, no text messages, no television.. . A sort of rehab that only lasts a day, because even before I started I was sure I wouldn’t last too long.  

Ive never been an alcoholic, nor a smoker or a druggie, so I never experienced what withdrawal symptoms felt like till this January 2012. Let me tell you one thing, It isn’t fun. It is nothing short of torture to be so isolated.

From a young age, I’ve taken up the habit of checking up on the world via web as soon as I wake up. So habituated to that, as soon as I woke up I switched on my computer, only to remember the technology “bandh” I decided to take up.  Almost immediately I changed my mind, what harm was there to just sign into Facebook for a minute? Who would know, other than the 30-40 people who would be online on my profile at that time?  Before I could ruin the experiment I decided to head back to bed and sleep a little while longer and it was then that it hit me how bad of an obsession the online world had become. “Web” couldn’t be a better name for it, bringing to mind a picture of a huge entangled spider web and me, the helpless little fly caught in it.

As I drifted off to sleep I began to dream. In my dream all I could see was a chat window and a conversation I was having with all my friends. Each person was just a name typed on the screen... no faces, no bodies...just words. I woke up panicking, and itching to turn on the computer.

Nothing is more certain than the fact that a day without social media truly makes you feel isolated.

I decided to go make myself a snack to distract myself and had a very interesting conversation with the microwave oven, who told me I should text some of my friends to keep me company. At first , it made a very convincing argument, but then the dishwasher told me I should stick to the experiment.

I was losing my mind.

After a while, I sat down to finish up an English assignment... With a pen and paper, and as if that wasn’t hard enough, I realised I couldn’t use Wikipedia or online Websters Dictionary!! Now what was I going to do?  I decided to leave it for the next day ... My mind just wouldn’t seem to work without the prodding of the online world.

As I lay on my bed, in deafening silence, I realised that there was  an important football match that evening.  I knew that everyone would be talking about it, and predicting outcomes. What a day to pick a social black out! This was my breaking point.  I felt like it was 2000 all over again, except the older more mature me was taking it much harder than me in my lack of social life back then.

Never have I ever wanted to take up alcoholism more. Anything would be better than this media-less torture.

I was waiting for the hallucination phase where I would start seeing the twitter bird flying around the house and having conversations with my iPhone.

At 4:30pm I could take it no longer. I just had to check into Facebook. I gave in to temptation and signed in ... only to notice 12 likes on my status “Taking a break from Social Networking For Day, See You All Tomorrow,” and one comment from my cousin saying “1000 bucks says you won’t last past 5 in the evening.”

Not only did I fail the experiment, but I just lost myself 1000 rupees.  I could go on about how disappointed I am in myself for giving in to temptation, but I’m going to go tweet about instead.

The End.

Rihanna!

Rihanna... random rough sketch to test my new derwent ink tense colors. What amazing pencils... so vibrant! I enjoyed working with them!

Adriana Lima

The Miracle

There was a fire burning in the house that night. At first a small one, that started in the attic. With everyone distracted by a popular reality show, the fire began to spread... one by one destroying the life that dwelled within each object around the house. 

The scrawny dog, who was  tied in the attic caught a whiff of it, but before he could panic, a plank over him burst into flames, and as it fell, the ghostly smoke engulfed him, cutting off his oxygen supply as he burned to his death.

From the attic, the flames moved towards the next room, where a baby lay asleep. The calm sounds of breathing was taken over by the cracking of the flames...which began to surround her slowly, creeping closer by the minute, when the family finally noticed the stench of upcoming disaster... They ran towards the direction of the smoke and saw the baby who was just about to start crying. The smoke was getting thicker and the flames were moving faster, but nobody took a step forward. Nobody attempted to save the child that was about to be reduced to ashes. Nobody yelled or shouted for attention.

Frozen, they stood there... letting the flames and smoke muffle the babies tears. As the flames drew closer to them they ran out of the house, and dialled 911. There was a baby, but they forgot to mention it...

Soon the fire brigade, with tons of water, ready to save what was left a families home.

The breeze scattered scarred memories, burned clothes and the leftover ashes of a smiling photograph.

With all the noise and frantic behaviour... No one heard about the little baby girl in the house...

“My clothes,”

“My Money”

“My computer”

“My dog”...Were the shouts heard full of greed and selfishness...

Till one brave fireman walked into a room, full of burned down diapers and flaming bibs... He heard a crying noise amidst the flames and searched for the figure behind it.

And amidst a crib ablaze and smouldering, he found the little baby girl, scarred by her past but untouched by the flames. He said a quick prayer to God and wrapped her in a blanket... as he ran past the flames he hoped she would survive through it all.

Not stopping by the family that neglected her, the fireman furiously took her to an awaiting ambulance, where they checked the baby for burns and scars.... Scars that they found but burns were missing... Scars that were days old, which told a story more frightening than the fire.

Angered and enraged the fireman took the girl with him that day, refusing to let her family near her.

“Have your money and inanimate things, but you won’t touch her again,” he said

He fought her battles and saved her from hell... he made sure she was never hurt again he watched her grow each day... He watched her in a way her family never did and tried to make up for all the neglect she once faced/

And when he finally won the war... he took her home for the first time, as her father and not caretaker and prayed in thanks. He was thankful for that warm summer afternoon, where a man who was told he could never conceived, met his daughter, a child who should never have survived...

He was thankful for the day; two people found their miracle...a miracle in each other.

,

Let me tell you a story...

                                        Let Me Tell You A Story

Let me tell you a story.

A story full of emotion, full of passion, full of devotion.

It is a love story larger than life, larger than any love story you have ever heard of and will ever hear.

Let me tell you the story, like no other.

It is not your average boy meets girl, if you were looking for that please turn away now. This is for those who fall in love, not with a person but a notion.

Once upon a time, there a few men, passionate about their sport... they played for the love of it, they played for life itself. These men grew from nothing...to something. They found a home, they found someone to love them... and then they became a part of something bigger.

These 11 men became 22, 44... 66.. Generations of men, who started off the same way, became something, found shelter in the same house, the same academy.

Generations of men who were successful, who then became famous. And we fell in love.

Today, I’ll tell you the love story of a Liverpool supporter.

It all starts with one game.

One game that makes you fall in love. One player, one ball hitting the back of the net and you are captivated.

Success draws you in, you begin to grow passion. You laugh with them, you cry with them. You are infatuated.

And then things go wrong.

The success disappears, that one moment of glory never comes... the tears are real, the pain is real. People desert you... people mock you. You cry out in despair but that feeling of devotion goes no where...

This is a story where infatuation turns to love... not in one glorious moment but all the little moments of pain where you didn’t care. You promise you would stick by them forever.

This is true love.

You felt the frustration, you felt the anguish... but you never turn your back on them. Tell me people, isn;t this true love? You’ll Never Walk Alone...

Through thick and thin, in sickness and health.

See that storm ahead? We’ll walk with you through it...

 It doesn’t matter how many year’s things didn’t go right. We’ll walk with you.

And you’ll NEVER walk alone, remember that.

This is  love that speaks volumes in its silence... 

This is a story of a club called Liverpool.

This is a story of the fans.

This is my love story.

And I know, we’ll never walk alone.

Let me tell you a story.

A story full of emotion, full of passion, full of devotion.

It is a love story larger than life, larger than any love story you have ever heard of and will ever hear.

Let me tell you the story, like no other.

It is not your average boy meets girl, if you were looking for that please turn away now. This is for those who fall in love, not with a person but a notion.

Once upon a time, there a few men, passionate about their sport... they played for the love of it, they played for life itself. These men grew from nothing...to something. They found a home, they found someone to love them... and then they became a part of something bigger.

These 11 men became 22, 44... 66.. Generations of men, who started off the same way, became something, found shelter in the same house, the same academy.

Generations of men who were successful, who then became famous. And we fell in love.

Today, I’ll tell you the love story of a Liverpool supporter.

It all starts with one game.

One game that makes you fall in love. One player, one ball hitting the back of the net and you are captivated.

Success draws you in, you begin to grow passion. You laugh with them, you cry with them. You are infatuated.

And then things go wrong.

The success disappears, that one moment of glory never comes... the tears are real, the pain is real. People desert you... people mock you. You cry out in despair but that feeling of devotion goes no where...

This is a story where infatuation turns to love... not in one glorious moment but all the little moments of pain where you didn’t care. You promise you would stick by them forever.

This is true love.

You felt the frustration, you felt the anguish... but you never turn your back on them. Tell me people, isn;t this true love? You’ll Never Walk Alone...

Through thick and thin, in sickness and health.

See that storm ahead? We’ll walk with you through it...

 It doesn’t matter how many year’s things didn’t go right. We’ll walk with you.

And you’ll NEVER walk alone, remember that.

This is  love that speaks volumes in its silence... 

This is a story of a club called Liverpool.

This is a story of the fans.

This is my love story.

And I know, we’ll never walk alone.