Alone In My Home

Blue is the window

French its décor

All done up the house is

But lonely the home.

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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”

Wild Child

* Alas to my wonder and MR. Dali's grief...this is what has transpired...I love it for some odd reason...Just love it...

Take It...And Go! Take It And Go!

* I can not put up the approved one's but I can definitely put up the one's that were so bad that they should be awarded. I used to think I was creative, to most peoples satisfaction, I hear by declare, "I am Not". :P :P :P...To the peoples...I think they will fire me for the consistence in my pathetic work! :D :D :D :D...(Next post- Something even more pathetic...pakka). By the way, Including two more, the first two might actually become something. I am in love with the first, Stolen from Mr. Dali of course. For those who were too blind to notice; that is gala herself standing there. (Due Credits)

Basin..Bai-Sin!!!

* Just a test of the ceramic material and how it reacts to light...I think it turned out pretty ohk!! 3DS Max and Photoshop...