22 Crossroads

We are cynical. We are judgmental. We are audacious. We laugh. We fight. We shout out throats out. We are superstitious to the point of insanity. We forget pain. We cry with joy. We doubt. We fear. We are India, as long as HE is there. and WE BELIEVE. It has been an honour to see you play.

She was not sure what had happened to her. She did not want to cry – not this time. She was not sure how long she could hold it. Although she hated herself for these moments, sometimes the urge and the fear were too strong to control. This certainly wasn’t the first of those moments. She felt like shouting, shrieking, crying, making a scene – something – anything to make her feel better – about herself. But she knew there would be none of it – not this time. She had resolved there would be no pleading and cajoling either. This time she had to be strong. Not knowing how long this resolve would last, she stared at the roses. He wasn’t sure why he was there – like that. Had he done something wrong? Again? He did not dislike answering these oft-repeated questions periodically. But he did not like them either. He was fighting the urge to wisecrack. This was not an appropriate time. Off late, there never seemed to be an appropriate time. He was not angry, he was not displeased, he was not di

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Moon and Back -- The WebComic by ~ ritwik-mango on deviant ART Clebrating 40 years of the so-called Moon landing Special mention: Bish

My second attempt at digital painting ... Model: ME Artist : ME Inspiration: ME Self Portrait by ~ ritwik-mango on deviant ART

If you thought that the CTE wing write up would be about heaving praises on its occupants .... Before we go any further, acquaint yourself with the following diagram. You would have to come back to it a lot. Anuj Anuj’s room is the party hub. Be it new years, be it birthdays, be it placements, and be it scholarships. If there is a reason to celebrate, it is being celebrated and it is being celebrated in his room. There is always enough stockpile of non-spurious alcohol for everyone. There is always enough music. And of course there’s his group of alcoholic anonymous (refer Fig. 1). They come, they see and they conquer all the potable water in the wing. (Aside: The author does not mind that as long as they support United). While we have never seen him do anything even remotely academic, he had somehow kept a sub-7 CG but accumulated a string of scholarships and internships for himself. Of course if your area of interest is lalaland, then he is the authority to talk to. This small man h

Classroom Girl by ~ ritwik-mango on deviant ART What started as a doodle in a classroom [link] ended up becoming this. This is my first attempt at coloring in Photoshop. Had to refer to quite a few tutorials. Not great, I knw ... but I hope it is not that bad for a first attempt. #1: My sincerest apologies to the girl. Firstly for sketching her without her permission. Secondly, for doing a bad job of it. #2: also for getting the clip wrong. Since i could not draw a clutcher, I replaced it with a back clip. #3: and the hair color is wrong as well. Cos i could not get proper shades in black.

An Open Letter to the Scholar’s Avenue Team (In Response to your cover article in Feb 24 Issue) since an e-copy was not available I could not post a link Let me begin by saying that, on the face of it, I am both saddened and upset by this article. Upset by the twisted interpretation of the facts. Saddened because the article portrays the Soc-n-Cult GC as demon that it certainly isn’t. LOST IN SPIRIT – the title of the article offends me – both as a participant and as (perhaps) the most hated face in gymkhana sub-coms. As a participant I have seen examples of this very spirit being upheld on many occasions. I have seen the entire Netaji Auditorium applaud a performance, not once – but twice. I have seen actors and performers being the first ones to go out and congratulate their opponents after a good show. I do not disagree with the fact that the GC is witness to its fair share of chaos. What is baffling is that the author has assumed a moral high ground without checking the facts. You

Impulsive blogs are a bad idea -- I know that, still ..... First of all this is not a Choreo blog ... this is not a GC 2009 blog ... this blog is about "Patel and Me" " Patel and Me " -- is naam pe Sandy aur main dono hi book likhne waale the. Book ka to pata nahi ... All I know is one thing: In my first year, jab mujhe Patel allot hua tha .... then many people (non patelian) said "Patel is a sports hall. Wahan Soc-Cult ka kuchh nahi ... baas bamboo kar ke tere se sports karwayenge" .... and I somehow believed that. It's been 3 years since then. And today, perhaps only a handful of people know WHAT A CHOREO GOLD FEELS LIKE??? (Yo Bish for that ... i seriosly dint beleive that you could pull it off ... You dont know how grateful I am at being proven wrong for once.) This blog is not for comments ... this is not for poetry .... this is not for compliments .... this is not for awesomeness. This blog is for Sandy. and to my partners in crime over the last

Dedicated to: Gulzar Saab and to all guys wih a computer screen who are the inspiration behind this piece कल रात तुम्हारे online आने का इंतज़ार करता रहा बोझिल आँखें तुम्हारी बत्ती के green होने की आस देखती रहीं बात तो वैसे कुछ ख़ास नहीं थी पार बात तो फ़िर भी करनी थी दिन कैसे बीता, जब चोट लगी -- क्यों हँसा, यही सब कहनी थी दो बार "thr" भी मारा, सोचा कहीं "always-idle" तो नहीं कोई reply नहीं आया तो सोचा की अब यही सही शायद आज तुम्हारा mood नहीं था ४ बजे वाला कोहरा भी घिर आया था मैं आँखें मूँद नींद का इंतज़ार करता रहा कल रात तुम्हारे online आने का इंतज़ार करता रहा इन बोझिल आंखों को तुमसे chat करने की आदत सी हो गई है. Do follow up to the jugalbandi And for those whose Hindi font is not working: Kal raat tumhare online aane ka intezaar karta raha bojhil aankhen tumharee batti ke green hone ki aas dekhti rahi.n baat to waise kuchh khaas nahi thi par baat to fir bhi karni thi din kaise beeta, jab chot lagi -- kyun hansa yahi sab kahni thi do baar "thr" bhi maara, s

I present here my bestest digital art creation ever. Its a poster made for Robotix 2009. Inspired by a lot of grunge artwork, the background alone took more than 4 hours in the making. The background was made from scratch using just 4 stock images (that can be seen on the 4 corners). Once the background was done, the 09 (yellow/orange) part took the maximum time -- close to 1.5 hours. It is my most detailed work ever with a lot of time spent in getting proper text shadow for maximum legibility. And finally it is among the very few artwork that looks better in print than on screen (usually it is the other way round). Grunge by ~ ritwik-mango on deviant ART The background alone looks something like this Grunge Poster background by ~ ritwik-mango on deviant ART

Won my first individual event ever in college. Since no one else was blowing my horn, decided to do that myself. So here is my gold winning speech :) Since you might get bored half way through the speech, let me thank the people who need to be thanked right now itself: Apurva, Myth, Zoo, Xar, Kamra, Harsha and even Bishnoi :) Motion: Increasing national security and surveillance is a cosmetic response to any extremist activity in a democratic and tolerant society . :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Let me start with a very clichéd “Picture this”. I am a 7 year old boy and I behave like any 7 year old does. I hate milk and I throw a tantrum when I see a glass full of that filthy white thing. As a seven year old I probably don’t know the words tantrum and filthy, but this ignorance does not save me from the wrath of my father. He takes less than 45 seconds to get that milk down my throat. I certainly don’t like it. Thankfully, sometime later my mother explains to me why I need that milk if