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In this media-infested world of random-access messaging, blogs and other forms of information diarrhea, my favorite medium of expression are the slogans on the back of trucks, autos and tempos. These people don't have the time or access to blogs or let out like we do; not that these outlets are in the proximity due to the nature of their work. They express themselves on that little space they have at the back of their machines which totally reflects their outlook to life at times- something that can stay there for a few months altogether- comes with hitting the road for a living, I presume.

Here's an endearing one I saw yesterday:

'Gussa nahi pagli, pyaar chahiye'.



Rameshwar's have opened shop near home but they don't have aloo ki sabzi that comes with the kachaudi at Kaleva; and Kaleva wins my patronage.

If I can't do much about tsunami victims sitting around here, the least I can do is not get drunk on new year's and dance my ass off for nothing. Wishing hope and peace for the victim's families and here's wishing everyone a happy new year.

Endnote

In this media-infested world of random-access messaging, blogs and other forms of information diarrhea, my favorite medium of expression are the slogans on the back of trucks, autos and tempos. These people don't have the time or access to blogs or let out like we do; not that these outlets are in the proximity due to the nature of their work. They express themselves on that little space they have at the back of their machines which totally reflects their outlook to life at times- something that can stay there for a few months altogether- comes with hitting the road for a living, I presume.
Here's an endearing one I saw yesterday:
'Gussa nahi pagli, pyaar chahiye'.

Rameshwar's have opened shop near home but they don't have aloo ki sabzi that comes with the kachaudi at Kaleva; and Kaleva wins my patronage.
If I can't do much about tsunami victims sitting around here, the least I can do is not get drunk on new year's and dance my ass off for nothing. Wishing hope and peace for the victim's families and here's wishing everyone a happy new year.

data

The most lethal weapon one can use against someone is portable data. It may fly around as a listing in a database or an mms clip.

Once in a while, We chance upon information on people which ideally should not see the light of day as much due to the sensitivity of the issue. Discretion based upon a certain level of maturity is required in cases like this. After all, one day, we all end up on the victim's end.

data

The most lethal weapon one can use against someone is portable data. It may fly around as a listing in a database or an mms clip.
Once in a while, We chance upon information on people which ideally should not see the light of day as much due to the sensitivity of the issue. Discretion based upon a certain level of maturity is required in cases like this. After all, one day, we all end up on the victim's end.

Swades

Every Indian deserves to be forced and fleeced into watching this movie, especially if one came in looking for an entertainer. Far from eye candy stuff, it's more of a wake up call; at least for NRIs- to whom it looked targeted at, if not for the groaning and snoring lot I was packed with in the hall.

Our main man looks exhausted, probably since he has other movies to handle. Compared to the dedicated energy of Amir Khan in the one movie he works in in a year, Shah Rukh looks fed up and tired of the boat ride, the hills and the village in general. The way I look at it, Govarikar has leveraged his earlier win to get NASA's (United States) support to make us all endure this preaching session. It was still closer to reality though, looking like a documentary at places.

3 songs in this one I liked, typical dreamy stuff by the maverick. Yuhi chala chal, yeh tara woh tara and Yeh jo des hai tera.

Would I recommend this movie? Yes. It stays with you a while, in a good way.

Swades

Every Indian deserves to be forced and fleeced into watching this movie, especially if one came in looking for an entertainer. Far from eye candy stuff, it's more of a wake up call; at least for NRIs- to whom it looked targeted at, if not for the groaning and snoring lot I was packed with in the hall.
Our main man looks exhausted, probably since he has other movies to handle. Compared to the dedicated energy of Amir Khan in the one movie he works in in a year, Shah Rukh looks fed up and tired of the boat ride, the hills and the village in general. The way I look at it, Govarikar has leveraged his earlier win to get NASA's (United States) support to make us all endure this preaching session. It was still closer to reality though, looking like a documentary at places.
3 songs in this one I liked, typical dreamy stuff by the maverick. Yuhi chala chal, yeh tara woh tara and Yeh jo des hai tera.
Would I recommend this movie? Yes. It stays with you a while, in a good way.

more

met the guys yesterday... pasta with white sauce, pasta with red sauce and a pizza at Flavours and then aloo chaat and dahi bhalle at bittu tikki wala a.k.a. BTW at the vazirpur complex.awesssssssssssommmmmmmmme...

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met the guys yesterday... pasta with white sauce, pasta with red sauce and a pizza at Flavours and then aloo chaat and dahi bhalle at bittu tikki wala a.k.a. BTW at the vazirpur complex.awesssssssssssommmmmmmmme...

glut

Paid a visit to the shrine of Indian junk food- Kaleva. Aloo kachaudi and gulab jamun it was, topping it with a gold flake and meetha paan...

Guilty as hell is the man who indulges in the sin of gluttony; knowing well what it does to his health. To redeem yourself, you wretched soul, thou shall fall to the earth at the break of dawn and yield 50 pushups.


Picked up some more music from the godforsaken music world opened just in front of home. 'Morning Raga' and 'Rabbi'. I don't understand either of the languages in these cds but they can be belted time and again for some reason I just don't understand.

glut

Paid a visit to the shrine of Indian junk food- Kaleva. Aloo kachaudi and gulab jamun it was, topping it with a gold flake and meetha paan...
Guilty as hell is the man who indulges in the sin of gluttony; knowing well what it does to his health. To redeem yourself, you wretched soul, thou shall fall to the earth at the break of dawn and yield 50 pushups.

Picked up some more music from the godforsaken music world opened just in front of home. 'Morning Raga' and 'Rabbi'. I don't understand either of the languages in these cds but they can be belted time and again for some reason I just don't understand.

Stopped at Kaleva near home... aloo kachaudi and gulab jamun... yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....


If you are a designer, you have been chosen by non other than the almighty to create on his behalf; so, my friend, do justice to your existence. Open those able palms that are abound with potential, look at those lines, envisage lines on paper and then beyond on form, leading to pending creations in the attic of your mind that await and yearn to be breathed life into.

Stopped at Kaleva near home... aloo kachaudi and gulab jamun... yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....

If you are a designer, you have been chosen by non other than the almighty to create on his behalf; so, my friend, do justice to your existence. Open those able palms that are abound with potential, look at those lines, envisage lines on paper and then beyond on form, leading to pending creations in the attic of your mind that await and yearn to be breathed life into.

print

The challenges of working in print totally dwarf those of working on the web. It's easy with the web- what you see is what you get. Even if you make an error, all you need to do is edit and upload again. You know that what you see on your screen is what anyone will, anywhere in the world. I spent the last 5 years doing it the easy way. Now that's not how it rolls in the print world.What makes working in print tougher is the unpredictability; that the output is not entirely in the designers' hands. What you design on 100 gsm paper is another world from what it will look like on 200 gsm imported art card. Even the colors you see on screen are not what they will look like when the job is all done... and if you use special colors- ho boy, wait for the output!The work extends way after the design stage is over. Very tight co-ordination is required with the printer, experimenting with paper, understanding processes, constantly checking for updates, and finally, hoping all goes well. If God forbid there's an error, there's no turning back. Surely print has it's perils, but when things turn out well, its the sheer pleasure of holding your work in your hand that rules, turning those pages in the sunlight, the light reflecting off the paper and reaching your eyes that sends the sheer pride of being part of the process, there and at that moment. Then, putting that work of art on your shelf and it doesn't disappear at the switch of a plug. Modigliani insize bright white, 260 gsm paper was used for those sexy, dove embossed firm wide greeting cards. Kudos to Sanjeev Gupta, our printer, for churning out world class work.

print

The challenges of working in print totally dwarf those of working on the web. It's easy with the web- what you see is what you get. Even if you make an error, all you need to do is edit and upload again. You know that what you see on your screen is what anyone will, anywhere in the world. I spent the last 5 years doing it the easy way. Now that's not how it rolls in the print world.What makes working in print tougher is the unpredictability; that the output is not entirely in the designers' hands. What you design on 100 gsm paper is another world from what it will look like on 200 gsm imported art card. Even the colors you see on screen are not what they will look like when the job is all done... and if you use special colors- ho boy, wait for the output!The work extends way after the design stage is over. Very tight co-ordination is required with the printer, experimenting with paper, understanding processes, constantly checking for updates, and finally, hoping all goes well. If God forbid there's an error, there's no turning back. Surely print has it's perils, but when things turn out well, its the sheer pleasure of holding your work in your hand that rules, turning those pages in the sunlight, the light reflecting off the paper and reaching your eyes that sends the sheer pride of being part of the process, there and at that moment. Then, putting that work of art on your shelf and it doesn't disappear at the switch of a plug. Modigliani insize bright white, 260 gsm paper was used for those sexy, dove embossed firm wide greeting cards. Kudos to Sanjeev Gupta, our printer, for churning out world class work.

The Infallible Way

Jule Gaige's book got printed and she sent me a copy. Jule, the work that went in from my side is just a drop compared to what you poured into your project. It feels great to hold that book, to see and feel what came out of those days just rules.

The Infallible Way

Jule Gaige's book got printed and she sent me a copy. Jule, the work that went in from my side is just a drop compared to what you poured into your project. It feels great to hold that book, to see and feel what came out of those days just rules.

too old to rock and roll...

Hit a rock concert at Pragati Maidan on Sunday; event called Numero Uno Rock Out. The last time I went for one was 4 years back and a lot has changed since then (I've grown old). The bands that played were Prestorika, Pin Drop Violence, Orange Street and Medicis from Pondicherry. From days when when I could sing along with the bands, here, I was a mute spectator. Not only had I not heard any of the songs, I hadn't even heard of the bands the cover versions were played of. Anyway, from what I could tell from my sense of music, Orange Street were the best of the lot. They played a bit of fusion, their drummer was amazing, they experimented quite a bit, and they were the only ones who didn't appear dazed and confused like the rest of the bunch. The volume was way up high and my head was ringing till next morning. It felt good though; now when's the next gig in town?

too old to rock and roll...

Hit a rock concert at Pragati Maidan on Sunday; event called Numero Uno Rock Out. The last time I went for one was 4 years back and a lot has changed since then (I've grown old). The bands that played were Prestorika, Pin Drop Violence, Orange Street and Medicis from Pondicherry. From days when when I could sing along with the bands, here, I was a mute spectator. Not only had I not heard any of the songs, I hadn't even heard of the bands the cover versions were played of. Anyway, from what I could tell from my sense of music, Orange Street were the best of the lot. They played a bit of fusion, their drummer was amazing, they experimented quite a bit, and they were the only ones who didn't appear dazed and confused like the rest of the bunch. The volume was way up high and my head was ringing till next morning. It felt good though; now when's the next gig in town?