Nature Changes: Not Man

Curtains rise.

There are three spot-lights, red-blue-green, merging only in the centre where a table is kept. Under the red light is kept a rocking chair, under the blue an old Victorian chair, and under the green a comfortable leather sofa. The blue chair is empty. But on the chair under the red light sits an old man, well dressed, straight. He is sure to be sitting there. On the chair under the green light sits the same man, not his twin, the same man, only that this one is a lot younger in years. Possibly a difference of 50 years, we could for the sake of argument say, 20 and 70, are their ages. The younger man is wearing the same clothes, only he is not so sure of being sitting there.

They seem to have been in a conversation since before the curtain rose, and hence they are just staring at each other, as if something serious was being argued for some time now.

There is no sound on the stage. No music. A hushed silence. Wide silent stares.

Young: So are you trying to tell me that at this point what I am trying to do, trying to wish is to become you? That, since it is not in my mind for sure, so in my sub-consciousness, the one lurking beneath all of this, I am hoping and dying to be you? Is that what you are trying to tell me?

Old: Yes, that is precisely what I am telling you; in turn myself, if I am not mistaken. That may be you are not aware of what you are going to become, but you are going to become me.

Young: (Getting a little agitated) But you are a monster! That is what you are. A ruthless, cruel monster. You are not even an animal.

Old: (Calm and composed) And you are naïve. You are everything that I was, and why wont you be? You are me. Only that we both exist at the same time.

Young: Oh NO! NO! You are the past. And I am the future.

Old: The past ‘IS’ the future.

Young: I have learnt from your mistakes, and from history. I won’t make the same mistakes twice. I am a human being and I learn.

Old: Yes, you have leant and you will learn. You will learn from my mistakes, in turn your own, and then go ahead and invent new ones. You will not make the mistakes I made in my day. Not them. You will call them cruel. You will say you are evolved, far more evolved then I was at your age or I am now, and which also means that you were. But you will then go ahead and invent a more grotesque and cruel mistake, and call it justice, until your time comes and you sit on my chair and I in your again. And then you will tell me the same thing that I am telling you.

Young: No I wont! I will not invent anything cruel! I will strive for peace. I will fight for it.

Old: (Cutting him short) Yes, you will find a new way to fight. Two thousand years ago you crucified your enemies, people you were insecure of! A thousand years later you burnt them as witch doctors. Five hundred years ago you pulled apart their limbs and called it Justice. Then you learned to shoot them in front of firing squads!

Young: You did that! Not me!

Old: I AM you! Now you will device new ways, call it new wars, give it new reasons. But just because you will device new ways to kill people will not mean that you have found ways to subject people to Justice: your Justice. Nature changes: not man. You and I are destined to do this forever. Never shall you hesitate to do something absolutely abominable in the name of justice. Never shall you hesitate even once. You are born to be wrong.

Young: No old man! You are wrong. We have evolved from your time.

The lights begin to fade. And gradually there is complete darkness. Only the two voices can be heard. And it is then that we realize that even the sounds of the voices are the same. That you can not figure out which one is which, except from who says what.

Old: Evolved? Sure you have evolved. Now you give them injections, because you don’t want to hire a person to clean the blood on the floor, to clean the brain on the street. You have evolved alright. But you are even further from being human. There is no road that you shall tread that shall make you a human. No matter what you do, you shall always walk further from it. You and I are the same. Nature changes: not man.

Young: Is there any point in arguing with you? You are just a stubborn old man, who thinks he knows everything.

Old: And you are just a stubborn young fool who thing he knows everything.

What’s the difference? You are me, and I am you! And we are both wrong. Nature changes: not man.

Curtains Fall.

For The Last Trick In The Book

Give me back my soul

For the last trick in the book

After which I’m done

I’ll hang it on the hook

I don’t want your blood

Not even your round tears

Just keep away your smiles

And beneath hidden their fears

There is nothing you have done

That you apparently can

I sometimes wonder what you are

For it’s surely not a man

Just give me back my soul

For the last trick in the book

After which I’m done

I’ll hang it on the hook

Magic the unseen doorway

To the truth behind the lie

Your life’s about to crumble

And you about to cry

Let me put a soft spell

Upon your sleeping eyes

And preserve all your feelings

Before this night dies

Just give me back my soul

For the last quest in the book

After which I’ll be tired

And will hang it on the hook

What became of you Gulliver?

In your scarlet state of mind

To satisfy you pleasure

The poor torturously must die

All your travels have failed you

With all the world that you have seen

You haven’t changed one bit

From the monster you have been

Just give me back my soul

For the last trick in the book

After which I’m done

I’ll hang it on the hook

The high chaired men are fantasizing

Gold studded angels on their chest

After all their bullets have pierced

All those misguided young breasts

The judge with his arrogance

Does seem to be unsure

He keeps wondering always

Is he a man or a whore?

Give me back my soul

To play the last trick in the book

After which I’m done

I’ll gladly hang it on the hook

I thought we wouldn’t crumble

Forever be at peace

But man over man does stumble

Like shadow over shadow in deep trees

The hour of knowledge shall not return

Never shall magic sway my heart

The promises of forever have burnt

Another animal must make man’s start

Just give me back my soul

For the last trick in the book

After which I’m done

I’ll hang it on the hook

I don’t want your money

And I don’t want your change

Just give me all your troubles

Before you go insane

Once stop on your footsteps

And look back on the footprints

Is that the path you wished for?

To misery when it hints

Give me back my soul

To play the last trick in the book

After which I’m done

I’ll hang it on the hook

I see the wind still blowing

In the direction whistling before

Our hearts shall never change

Or change the tune of the lore

Will decisions mark our graves?

Or graves decide our fate?

Let magic play its tricks

And love conquer hate

Just give me back my soul once

I’ll play the last trick in the book

And once that I’m satisfied

I’ll never turn and look

Reason escapes my senses

As reasons cry in blood

Must man forever kill man?

Or love instead he should?

Where is the book of knowledge?

Where is the hidden tree?

I don’t want all the answers

Just want answers to find me

So just give me back my soul

For its magic plays the trick

And once after it has played

It shall stand like a stick

Wish your palms weren’t slippery

Your heart would stick too

Though between the sea and devil

You’ll take your pick too

There is just one life

And none shall ever return

Here lies all our laughter

And after, just silence stern

So make all your choices

And be sure of what you choose

For the misery might just kill you

If not your heart left loose

Give me back my soul

I want it one last time

And then you can keep it

Until you get tired

Nothing has changed since man

It’s still the same old joke

As boring as it could ever be

The first trick in the book

No whiskey helps any more

No beer can play the trick

Nothing can replace the feeling

When eyes have changed to bricks

I beg you give my soul back

And I’ll show you a surprise

There is in it nothing

Except your hushed round eyes

Just give me back my soul once

And I’ll kiss you with my tricks

And whisper the magic answer

Into your swollen lips

Just give me back my soul

And I’ll teach you the last trick

For once I’m gone forever

You’ll need it with your stick

Just give me back my soul

For the last trick in the book

And once I’m done with it

I’ll surely hang it on the hook.

[TRAVELING CIRCUS] [GOODS TRUCK] {Second}

*Click on the image for actual size

*The next model for the [CARNIVAL] project. Its one of the trucks that they use to carry around their stuff, this will mostly be used for the catering products, everything other then raw food! But that reminds me where will the carry their food supplies? suggestions?

Oh Moose-O-lini!

Dont be Silly

How do you carry?

Your eatery? (hahahahahahhaha. :P, lame!! I have lost touch, need to write more often! yeh nanhi jaan kya kya karega?)

The rest of the models coming up. YEAY!!

[TRAVELLING CARNIVAL] {First}

* The next project!

Might finish in a couple of months while all the parts are made and textured. This being the first two models of about a hundred or hundred fifty of them.

The plan is to make an entire travelling carnival, like they had around the time of the great depression. But only the non-organic pieces of it.

— Find me a 'JOB' someone! These will never end.

Modeling_Showreel_2011

This is my first modeling showreel.

All the Models were made in 3ds Max.

Rendered using Mental Ray renderer and Shaders.

Any inputs on improvement are welcome.

Cheers!

ED 209

* After a long time. This beast is finished. The video will come in a bit. This is just a teaser!

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...