Against A Sun Spot

Man the helpless victim of catastrophic change

Man the giant amongst all prodigies of nature

Man!

Left helpless against a sun spot!

Cure my friends?

Death!

Sweet and senile

Sweet hazy blotch in time

Man the great wonder of atomic change

Carbon catalysm of a tonne years

Man

Left forgotten

To be forgot.

Recall of surrealism

Remembrance of a dozen dreams

Membrane of eternity

If we are forgot

Who will remember?

Nature needs us

As much as the gods

All'S forgotten

By the death of my dream

WAKE UP!

Dark platform.

Two Lights

One on a young boy.

Another,

Softer. Older.

On the old man.

"What happens when we die father?", the boy asks

The soft lighted silhouette replies,

"The world ends when you die my son,

The world ends when you die"

[Automotive Modelling] {180 Degree}

I really cant figure why every time I upload something on Vimeo I have a blasted hard time getting the Res right. Anyways, heres a 180 degree sim of the car that I just finished. See what you might have to say. No comments on it really. The tail light material is off, I just realised. Besides that cant spot anything till now.

Took me about 4 days to make the damn thing. And the another night to render. The materials are either mental ray, regular shaders, of just regular base shaders with a lot of spec and all.

Anyways, this is this. Will see you soon, with the next thing...and once that happens..I WANT A JOB!!! LIKE BLOOMING BLASTED BEGGING BELLIES, I DO!!!

so see you soon...

[Automotive Modelling]

Wallah! Its done! [Automotive Modelling]. Should I be Screaming 'Eurekaaaaa'? And should I be Naked? hahahahhaa..;P

This is just a .Jpg (Click on image for actual size). Will post the Video render in some days. Cant stop to render all of it yet {Remember my systems damn slow! Remember?}, am working on the next thing. Need to get done with that as well before this year end.

Anyways

Modelling - 3ds Max

Texturing - Mostly Mental Ray textures, besides some really sloppy basic things, nothing great!

(HDRI image from openfootage.net)

Rendering - Mental Ray Renderer

I guess that's it

See you later, with the next thing. Hoping to finish it soon!

[SIGMA] Final Output

A friend of mine just put up a 360 degrees Media Company, Sigma. So out of randomness, I made this Company ID sort of thing for it. Not the brightest idea in the tanning bed, but never-the-less I am still putting it up.

This is low resolution render. The entire thing was made in 3D Studio Max 2010, and composited in Adobe After Effects CS4. and took me an eternity to render the damn thing [4 straight days]. God knows how many days it would take for a full HD.

The Materials are Blend along with Raytrace. and the scene contains about 400 lights, give and take. Rendered in Mental Ray using Final Gather.

After writing all of this...it really took me a long time to render, I just cant get over that...:P :P...So; What ho Jeeves?

[UPCOMING]

* Up-coming...this is what it is going to look like...now keep imagining...details later...might take a week just to render....but this is the promo shot for a company ID!

Volume Light

Turns out this thing takes about 13 minutes to render on my system, so if was to simulate a fog/dust of 100 frames, it would roughly take me more then a day or so. (when it says 13 its never 13)...100 frames...shit!!!...how will i ever render a film...wanted to simulate it into a video, that becomes more effective but...may be when i sleep then. till then here it is...VOLUME LIGHT RENDER...pretty neat according to my standards..

software: 3ds Max

Light: Mental Ray Omni

Material: Mental Ray Archaetectural

Renderer: Mental Ray (with Final Gather)

The Temple of The Swaying Swoons

The funny thing is this started as something completely differnt and landed to be this...Whatever this is...A Temple...prbably the temple of thelema!

Modelling - 3DS Max 2010
Rendering - Mental Ray (Occlusion Render)
Compositing - AfterEffects

Melt Modifier

Just testing some Camera action like those funky videos. But I guess mine didnt turn out to be that funky afterall. :P :P...any ways heres a melting torus for whoever cares (besides me)...

Software: 3DS Max
Texture: Raytrace
Renderer: Mental Ray

Wah-Come!

*With rainy eyes here I post this. Don't ask why my eyes are raining!!!

I forgot to put wire into it!! Anyways this was done quite some time ago. I just found it today so am putting it here.

Modeling - 3DS MAX

Render - Mental Ray

Compoting of texture - After Effects

Matilda You Sitting In Kathmandu

* Not my best...but I wrote it in a fit of what ever it was. So I wont even care to correct it. These fits I tell You...They have been there for too long. Now I think Next Destination Kathmandu. If that helps at all!!!! :P :P :P :P...Mountains of joy and mountains of wisdom.

Matilda you sitting in Kathmandu

A back with a quaint tattoo

What have you to say?

What with your smile and eyes pray?

How I am forlorn in this room

Lonely without a microphone

Wonder how I managed so far to stay sane

When Matilda weaved carpets from rain

Why I ask shun me?

Why If there reason be?

But none of these answers seem sane

As Matilda weaves carpets from rain

My best and my worst poem

And everything in between

With every distraction

I always thought I knew what you would mean

Where oft did go my cries in pain

As you struggled over that carpet of rain

Matilda with yellow and white

Your smile and eyes bright

What become of me and my question plain?

As you casually strip this carpet of rain

Dear! Dear!

Hold on!

Nothing done

And nothing yet wrong

Please

I beg and plead

Don’t unwind that carpet of rain

Baby I am still the same

As I crawl on this falling carpet of rain

Yes I am still the same

While falling from this carpet of rain

That We Weaved.

Deceiving and Deceived.

I have a lot of questions in my head. Swarming streams in rage: confused kitchen in heaven: prepare my thoughts with some more spices. Confusion occurs when we mistake our understanding of things with the things in itself. Confusion of eternity. Two lives. One forgotten; the other going to forget. One that I live here, a chance approval of nature. No super being only us. The sick dream. The other, the one I lived before I was born and the same that I shall live after I die. Was it longer then this? Did it last only some years and then I was thrown in the dust pan of a womb? Guttered out into this dismal reality of obsessions and mirages. But the other has a serene nothingness, a silent spectator through one eye. All eyes see the same, not boring, just nothing. No chance there, no consequence either. Unparallel universe. The eternal question though remains to be…

What are you thinking? She asks. Cold eyes, stern jaw but a voice that pleads the softness of disaster. Don’t make her ask again she means.

…Broken.

— Snap out dreary soul

Snap out of that confusion

The unreal beseeches you.

Nothing.

That is too feeble a reply.

—The monster seeketh a mistake.

Pounce.

Jab.

Tear.

Feast.

What do you mean nothing? Of course you were thinking something. I saw you thinking. She raps.

Aa.

Prolonged voice of confusion. The fall of man, the sound of his fall. Eden of thought lost forever. Bright light, sweet air and a stooping god: blotched. Confusion. Is this is bad dream, or is it something that in itself isn’t.

Why is she looking at me like that? Is she anything? The thing in itself?

Why do you have to lie to me? She screams. If you don’t want to tell me, you might as well tell me.

Devouring princess, seamstress of dark voids, she engulfs. If I cant tell her I should tell her. Confusion. Confusion of life. Expectation: the birth of confusion, not understanding.

Why is she still looking at me like that? Do I have to reply. Is this the second life that I am living. No, the first. Truce.

No honey I was just thinking how gorgeous you look.

The sword falls. All drapes are sliced. Savage with her eyes, splits into the other. Moans. Gorgeous this second world.

Deceiving and deceived.

Rain Dampens Those Words of Clay

I have woken in many a land

Many a shores that changed many a sand

But where does this all lead?

Moments pass and moments plead

Why be we the most wretched kind

A thousand years we inevitably unwind

The same history, its repetition present portray

But rain dampens those words of clay

Every day

Yes, everyday

How rain dampens those words of clay

The mirrors of our culture newspapers project

While some lonely poet these projections correct

Still we become our cruelest dream

As society merges into an ugly stream

Again poets write in tired words

Those suicidal lines for forgetful herds

Yet their emotions fail to achieve again

Because rain dampens those words of clay

Every day

Yes, everyday

How rain dampens those words of clay.

Accepts_And_Deck-cepts!

* Had made this just for fun, and guess what they liked it 'AS IT IS'..just a little bit of coloring, but thats about it. I dont know what they saw in this!! drunken film maker gone ashtray? hehehee....the company is a newly opened production house by Mr. Sanjay Soorkar...the man has some talent...I must confess...especially with women centric films and stories.

* Some of the 24 discarded Logos...Damn the Wants and Needs of peoples mans...first they dont know what they want, and then they dont like what you give...Though I know there is nothing even remotely creative about these, but you know, they asked me not go for illustration, and then they selected the one above. HOW NICE! So please refrain from stopping me from illustrations next time. though actually the demand was for a TYPO, and offered something else. The problem with typo is that its just font. I dont like that. Not my type. I have to finger a bit. So I guess it is my own fault that I find myself unsatisfied (I am not whining about anything, just relating the turn of events in a particular case).

I literally think that these might pass for the worst ever types. :P :P :P..but anyways, I'll just post them never the less. have fun!

Charity Of Prostitution

Where does it come from,

To fill their labyrinthine pockets?

To feed their senile illusions

Sermons atop glimmering stages.

Who put it all into their hands

That they might judge and abolish us?

I look deeper inside tonight

For I have stumbled on their truth

I am not alone here

A little late though I might be

For years at end they cursed

Giving hope of a later life to destroy this

I was amazed at how they survived

No more! No more surprises!

Alas!

Flash Lights!

Curiosity reveals the ancient face

Scarred and stinking

The man with the huge belly

To save his taxes of his taxes

Of the women he sells at night

Sends forward a donation!

God in his mercy

His two faced disciples

Eagerly thank

The goodness of the deed

Come on, now is the time

Where are your screams of blasphemy?

Where are the echoes of your curses?

Now shall sleep the poor without fear

Now shall sleep the honest without hate

Now rise the morning anew

Close down the divine gate.

Return To Me My Childhood

* The Image was made in 3D Max...and also wrote some shitty stuff...so posted that as well...I dont think that they are related though...

We have always sung

Songs to some wretched tune

Always sung to ghastly the ghastly full moon

That being the desire that has led us

As I quietly look back in time

Gross history we have created

Man has never stood by man

And animals man always hated

The full moon psychedelia

Blood bath and vengeance

Swords, musket paraphernalia

Our legacy, culture, heritage

Return to me my childhood

Or give me my beloved death

Among the dirt of society

I think I waste my every breath

But there is not forest to run to

No animal left sane

Nothing but concrete jungles

We’ve bled to the end of the game

“Nature thy vengeance

I shall embrace

As mercy”

New_Monic

*This is the latest in the zone of mnemonics...Drishtant is the company I work with at the moment. And surprisingly it didnt have a logo.

The thought behind this is that wherever we go we leave our stamp behind. the mohar thing. so here it is. The envelope was just a test at how it would look once it goes on screen.

Do let me know what you think of it...

Where Is The Water

* Pool without water is whats on my mind these days. Its so Damn HOT!!! Peters is right, it a joke. Any ways here's another 3D Model for a Swimming Pool..I need to check the lighting and texturing a bit...but I really am not inclined to cleaning that as yet, so it has to wait.

The Night Charmers

What would happen if

Two great poets went to open war?

The birds would flock astray

The night lose its stars

 

What then must I imagine

Of that wonderful most glorious night

When two of the best, intoxicated,

Went for the verses fight

 

Words as their swords

Couplets as their shields

The king as their judge

Poems each wields

 

Ghalib in all his arrogance

Gave himself all the glory

Zaug in all humility

Ignored the pompous story

 

But the king beckoned Zaug

That he should in couplets reply

Thence flew the birds astray

Thence hid the stars in the sky.

 

* On 2nd April 1852, Ghalib insulted the court of the last Mughal King by proclaiming himself the best poet in the empire, when in reality the king himself was an accomplished poet. Upon this the King asked Zaug to relpy and thus al night were thrown couplets on couplets at the wedding that were published in newspapers the next day.

The Eluded City

There was once an empire

In history incorrectly shown

Its court a place of religion

Its people humans as their own

There was that old empire

Vultured by foreign religion

Eaten by ignorance

Brought down by its own

Ruled from the city of palaces

A city unrivaled in the world

Its end it met in mutiny

An emperor's ghazal's forgotten word

Ruins that were made with time

Ruins that should have been restored

But whatever that was left of it

We learnt with care to ignore.

It had its last Rajah

The last of the lost empire

Old with wisdom he was exiled

From his beloved land he loved

Zafar, what must you think?

Lying alone in a grave in Rangoon

How must you see the city now?

The city forgotten so soon.

You must wonder

What I made of it

As I often dream

Of your shining glory

Tears I must have given you

But tears also for me I made

What a wonder this city was

Look what of it I did create

Zafar, Oh! mighty Mughal

Resurrect that eluded greatness

If not in reality

Then in my dreams.

The Unfinishingness Of My Character

* In my hour of madness and stress...I was trying really hard to calculate the RGB values of various colors...but Naveen Ji (Cyber) once said, that all my beginnings were very nobel...but I could never finish anything, coz I get bored very easily...So this is the product of the unfinishingness of my character...

Fishy

* I just wanted to make something with fish...Absolute timepass

The Grapes Called Politics

The background has a chroma screen hanging. There are two chairs at some distance from the screen. Comfortable chairs. A multitude of lights are burning from all directions keeping the two chairs as their point of focus. There is pin drop silence and a faint sound of a camera breathing and crew rolling.

On the right seat sits a well shaven man wearing a jet black suit. On the felt there is a hard faced, well poised man also wearing a beautiful carbon black suit. The two are sharing quite some amount of animation between themselves.

Right Seat: Are you trying to tell me that you actually believe everything that you are saying? And…No, hold on let me finish…and that you think that I should also be convinced?

Left Seat: All that I am saying is that you are young and naïve…And that I know this world far better then the innocent comprehensions of your mind. All that I am saying is that people like you are hired to ask questions in closed rooms like these and you attain celebrity status and start thinking that you know it all. Where let me remind you…

Right Seat: (Intrudes) I did not opt for politics, you did…and in that you and all the 499 with you have failed.

Left Seat: Failed? Are you blind! Do you think the economy was injected by a doctor?

Right seat: (Interrupts) Thanks to private ownership…You have not achieved anything except probably brutality, ignorance, sheer humbug arrogance and huge amount of individual money and power.

Left Seat: So you suggest that everyone should be given money and power?

Right Seat: Not money and power! Education! Opportunity! You should make efforts to eradicate poverty and illiteracy from the country.

Left Seat: (Outraged) Do hell with the country. Do you understand what we would make of this country if we give them all money and education?

Right Seat: Make the country more prosperous; leave its people better off. What?

Left Seat: You ignorant fuck! That would be the primary and the single most important brick in the wall of the eventuality of a bloodbath. By being deprived of some things this country is evading a civil war that now atleast to me looks eminent. All I hope to do is to prolong its beginning till whatever day I can.

We politicians are alright. But do you really think? Ask yourself this…that a mass of people who elect us year after year even though they know and see, will be able to handle confusing elements like money and education?

The whole people are damned. None deserves any better or worse then what already is. In a way they have earned their present exactly as they shall eventually earn their future.

Right Seat: (Stands up and starts to clap)

Left Seat: Don’t do that. I am alright. Those fools will elect me again. I am alright. This clapping…Save it for someone else. You are the misfit in this world not me.

Prisoner Of Surprise

He was sitting on one of the chairs. There were many. Obnoxiously lined and emitting an utterly disgusting odor of order. The room was waiting to be filled by other men as well. A flash flood of humanity in the ordained hour of this universe of a room: Thus it shall again be purged in the sweet smell of chaos.

Men

The right rib of the omnipresent

Are

The great architects of chaos

All order must thus divulge into chaos and chaos thus into order. This being the flux of all things moving imagined understood remembered escaped or merely silently forgotten. God being the mediocritic meter of animal to measure his own departure from nature.

His eyelid dropped and recovered. The blink of an eye. Water to the soil of our vision. Wiper of dreams. The future was filled in a blink. Roaring animals, laughing staring. Millions of dreams watching each other. All with their self desecrated religions, imposing their savage rudeness of misinterpreted, ever so misunderstood misunderstandings toward one another. All hail the lies of this theatre. What men shall believe!

In

The ladder of sequence of all things

Men

Were second last, just above their god

His mouth opened. Something to speak. Communication was the essence of our wars. That is our superiority. Communication and was. All animals mark their territories and trespass. It is the glad rule of nature. But no animal hails a god. None goes to war from behind masked purposes.

Thus

The man shall eventually speak

All

Else in his voice shall fall silent

And he spoke. All things quitened. His voice a music of nature. Harmony of octaves. His voice the trumpet of man. He must be heard.

They

Heard him in silence

Then

Turned white toward each other

Prisoner of surprise. He already knew. The predictability of men. They heard him and broke their silence with a vow. Threw him in the deepest dungeon of their land. Never again shall his breath meet the air that any shall breathe. Never again shall man be allowed to speak. Those animals. Men.

Alone In My Home

Blue is the window

French its décor

All done up the house is

But lonely the home.

***

When all the curtains fall

I shall stand understood

Remembered in this world

But alone in my home.

The Web Of India

* The pre stage of the website that I had Designed...Now this has been made in to something really really cool...I love the newer version a million times better...though this had that archaic feel to it...will soon update on the sexyness of the latest look...Though when you look at this..what do you think?...I need a name!! Cant think of one...Make sure its on the lines of lonely planet...something that powerful!!

The Door Of Perception!

* This is an animated mnemonic that I am making for a company, this is the just the back ground. The real thing is yet to be animated. Though this video was just an experiment at the process of it. After the render I realized that even the animation wasn't any good, but I will upload it never the less.

Process: There is not much to it. Mental Ray Occlusion Render exported to After Effects and color Corrected. Thats it!

Next stop animation with character!! Tadang!!

The Door from Yuvraj Jha on Vimeo.

The Slap That Is Sometimes Needed

Curtain Rises

Scene 1

A humongous domed room with 511 seats. No pillars anywhere only seats filled with weird looking fabric faces of white. 500 of them are sitting in the circular rows, clothed all in white kurta (men), and saffron sari (women). 10 of them in the middle at the foot of the rows, typing with an air of servitude. There is another seat in front on the top, enclosed in a box and with a huge chair. The speaker sits there (but he hardly ever gets a chance to speak).

Half of the hall is laughing and the other half is looking at the laughing lot with an air of vengeance. Angry, very angry. The speaker is trying not to involve himself. One fabric face on the laughing side is standing.

Fabric Face: …the woman must stay at home. Kitchen is her parliament, home her country. No need to pass this bill speaker sir. Today you give her this reservation, tomorrow they will want to fly a plane. As it is they are destroying the nation by getting into the armed forces and the civil cervices. Far from giving them a reservation here, I say their education should also be stopped...

(There is much confusion after this.)

Scene 2

A girl is sitting in a moving bus and reading the newspaper. Probably going to office. Her face has an expression of absolute unrestrained anger. White as a sheet it reflects nothing else. The newspaper has been circulated to the audience as well with the same article that the girl is reading marked on it. The bus keeps moving for some time.

Scene 3

There is a rectangular large hall. Very large; filled with about 50 cubicles. The girl is standing just outside one of them with a boy.

Girl: What do you mean by why did I scream at him?

Boy: Why did you scream at him?

Girl: Because those bastards think of us women to be good for nothing…

Boy: (a bit surprised by the reaction, and not knowing where this was headed) what are you talking about?

Girl: (now screaming) those bastards said that women should not even be given an education, that we will want to fly a plane some time, dosent he know that we already fly the plane, that we have gone into space…that if we weren’t there they wouldn’t be either…they also said…(now weeping and screaming) that they…don’t even…have…a right…to education…( a loud noiseas that of a slap).

There is stunned silence in the hall. Everyone turns to the look at them.

Boy gently holds the girl in his arms and softly whispers in her ears.

Boy: In your hate for them, don’t become them.

Lights out.

The Cow Of Time

They are adjusted in their seats

Speak the speaker

Introduce

The cow of time

My voice: “Let us die in this high school drama

Amateur play writes

And their broken songs”

Teachers and preachers

Satiate!

Educate?

Why are we?

Who?

Their dogs in the corridor

Bull-hounds and hounds

Fierce eyes

Beaten by their mothers

Tyranny

The women bear the symbol

The man barbaric freely roams

Democracy

Servitude kills the chromosome

Surrendered in automation

Grey change

Standing alone in the darkness

Gazes at the mob

Senators rise

Teachers and preachers

Let there be light!

Hounds create their world

Freedom from thought

Education!

Children are served their lives on a platter

Democracy is the best

As opposed to what?

Children crowded with thoughts betraying

Which is the truth

As opposed to what?

Which is the teacher?

Which our master?

Senator?

Judge?

Jury?

Blind men form the future

Those that cannot speak shall introduce

Bring on the play

The last dance of handicaps

The dream forgotten

Anarchy

Man must be saved from man

Mythology

My voice: “Let us die in this high school drama

Amateur play writes

And their broken songs”