Resume's_Yogi

Again something that was made way back in the past. I don't know why I didn't post it. This is Yogi's resume we made for his much awaited interview back then. Also got his hair cut short for it! ha ha!

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Wrist_Band

* Created this sometime back. Its kind of a synthetic wrist band. One's that can sell in Janpath. Cheap! And those are not pearls, they could be plastic. But the wood should remain.

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The New Poster For The New House

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Me being me, which in turn means super excited. Jumpy clapping and all that. Made this poster for the new house we are moving in. Its gonna go on the door right under the peep-hole. Aaaah! I cant wait.

The how and the why (in the poster) mean:
These being the two eternal questions resounding over and over under our much ignorant ceiling fan.

For everything there is a how, and for those things that don't have a how, he makes one up.


Yogi:     How are you going to make the eggs? (innocent curiosity lurking from behind his voice)
Jha:      Take a guess? (smiles)


Is there a why for everything? Yes, there is, and those that did not have it till the arrived moment of choosing, are made to surrender.

Jha:       Why are you going to town?
Minion: Just. Come na, please na Jhaaa.
Jha:      Why cant we Just here in Andheri?
Minion: Pissed beyond belief, just stops talking to Jha.
[Jha, Minion and Yogi exit room toward town. Where minion on their way back uses the word 'no' in a way it was not earlier thought possible.] [Laughter.] 

Cycle Turntable [Carnival] {Third}

Part of the Carnival series. The other models will keep coming, until finally the movie. But I think that will take time. 'A long Time'.

Modeled and Rendered in 3ds max 2010

Cheers!

My Pen Doth Here Compel [Sonnet]

I’d stop to indulge in my cursed writer’s rut,

And cease to perch beneath the spiky pine,

Like the winter snow my thoughts doth jut,

Beside a flame, on delicious dreams dine,

No forest bequeath or mountain’s soul call,

Just the spring of my writer’s pen approach,

As doth many a story on these blank pages fall,

The chilly snow, nigh the singing wind encroach,

Perhaps my mind in another universe doth roam,

Witness to more then what the eyes here fathom,

Like a child’s delight in summer’s soft moan,

Stories of Mermaids dwelling in nature’s bosom,

Star by star and sun by sun, stories here themselves doth tell,

Of beautiful Queens and Kings of valor, my pen doth here compel.

Lonely Mister Ace of Spades

Lonely Mister Ace of Spades, don’t deny it

You have tried so hard to fail

You know you’ve tried it

Perhaps you should have taken a different color

What with a heart that’s black

Now you just want to hide it

But no one told you where you were headed

No one cared to ask what you wanted

So now you just helplessly fight it

They set the rules without your knowing

Spread the deck on the table glowing

And among cheer and laughter sliced it

You wish every time so hard you wouldn’t win

Your hand so evil the game it always wouldn’t spin

But you just fail every time you try it

In this deck of falling cards, where nothing remains

You wish a hand to hold you had, but it pains

And every night you just mop and cry it

You dream the Red Queen, her smile on you would clean

It never will work, there is a red King

It’s just a dream no matter how you apply it

Think about it lonely Mister Ace of Spades, think about it

When winning is not the prize itself

Just an excuse to pack cards and hide it

Perhaps you should tell yourself that it’s just a game

No one ever won a hand, it’s all the same

But it won’t work because you’ll never find it

Lonely Mister Ace of Spades, don’t deny it

You have tried so hard to fail

You know you’ve tried it

Perhaps you should have taken a different color

What with a heart that’s black

Now you yourself despise it

Ruins Of Those Clouds

Is it the silver streaking from the Sun?

Or the pain of it lying blotched on the horizon?

Who painted it, bloodied it, knows no one

It’s the color fit with the tune of what this night is

Is it the scars of the purple crying Moon?

Or the bleeding in the sky of its sad hue?

Who scratched it, ripped it, mollified it?

 

Only the drunk tide understands, never tries to fight it

Is it the myriad white pricks leaking in the Sky?

Or just the palm of my feelings stuck there to dry?

Who annexed it, stripped it, pinstriped it?

Perhaps it’s the egg in the head, but we’ll never find it

Is it the ruined pieces of those ancient clouds?

Or the trumpets of the tears of its falling sounds?

Who tore it, discolored it; who despised it?

It’s time, that forlorn invisible wretch staring at his own joke. 

With A Smile That His Lips Had Seduced [Song]

* I have had this story in my head for quite some time now, but it dosen't seem to be coming out the way its supposed to. And this is not the story to be honest. This is just part of it. Probably the end bit. Anyways, I'll keep trying till it dosen't. This was not the first attempt, but its as far as it has gone till now. I seem to be lacking that thing called 'trance' or something like that. I usually get it almost every time I write. A trance, not the drug thing, but kind of like the Indian thing. Kind of like I am in some other universe and my words are the world sort of thing. Cant explain. Anyways. All comments are welcome. Improvement I know is needed. Will try again in a couple of days.

The judge, he banged his gavel

Called for the defense to explain

As the jury sat in boredom

Hoping to be entertained

While John, his hands tied down

Stepped upon the wooden stand

And waited for all the questions

While his answers, a parrot’s cram

All his answers a parrot’s cram

Hungrily the papers ate all the crumbs

And flew to illustrate to the crowd

Not what John had really done

But what his defense had thrown about

In our minds it was documented

Different from how it really happened

The actual scam having been scented

We given an image of another crime

We were given an image of another crime

After all the screaming and bargaining

When everyone was utterly confused

The defender asked the judge quietly

If Jack was pardoned and excused

And the judge gladly asked the jury

What was to be done to the accused?

They reached a verdict of not guilty

And the judge was clearly amused

And the judge was clearly amused

And the cuffs of John’s haunting crime

Came off upon the victims time

Amongst the tears of those left behind

John walked out of the court with pride

With a smile that his lips had seduced

With a smile that his lips had seduced

While the law and verdict were confused

With a smile that his lips had seduced