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...