22 Crossroads

Continuing with the graphics thing ... a few posters i did in the last 4-5 days for our Hall Day - PATEL UTSAV and associated event Rang Barse. Utsav - Poster I by ~ ritwik-mango on deviant ART Rang Barse - Poster by ~ ritwik-mango on deviant ART Utsav - Poster II by ~ ritwik-mango on deviant ART Comments anticipated :D

I finally submitted a few deviations on deviant art, and there were quite a few views and downloads. So that encouraged me to go ahead with the design stuff on my blog. First and foremost the beta version of my design studio logo. Now this one is not very gud on darker background, so am still working on other color variants. But at the same time, I am also planning to rename my design studio. :) Whatever comes of that will be updates here itself. And since my literary activities have taken a backseat, I am adding another dimension to my blog .... a new VISUAL diarrhea to go with the VERBAl diarrhea. Hope you enjoy it. Click on the image to visit my deviant gallery.

दो shabd, teen matra, chaar panktiyan, ek chhand geeli farsh pe bikhre panne kar syahi ki botal band Aangan mein pasre kapde jo sookh chuke the ghanton se bhiga raha hai unko badal aansoon se apne hans hans ke Bauchharon ki masti ko man aaj bada lalkar raha adhrange panno ko main man-beman se faad raha Lafzon se man tha joojh raha mausam woh bada nirala tha garm tel ki khushbhu thi aur haathon mein ek pyaala tha Koshish ki kaafi maine par shabd kahin fanse se the shayad dekh tumhara belan bechare sahme se the Chhavi banaoon us pal ki main shabdon ka ek jaal bunoon tumhe samarpit karne ko ek rang chhand ras raag rachooon Mausam badle, tevar badle sookha sa sawan aata tha, jaata tha kahne ko thi jo baatein kayar man keh na pata tha Jaane kitne saalon pe wah sawan fir se aaya hai yaad dilane wah din fir se kuchh bheege badal laaya hai Yaad mujhe hai aaj bhi Kal ke geet ka vaada hai par sach -- mera banjar man wah ek geet bhi aadha hai

So much light I can't see myself So dark around I can't be myself From the shackles I'll free myself And the journey continues. Lay beside me, and lift me high above Then let go off the cliff, for that adrenaline rush The clouds have gone now, will it ever rain If you can love me now, I can love you once again Lay beside me, in this gothic sky Black blood flowing in my vein, but i want to stay alive The clouds are back now, the journey continues Its raining once again, and the journey continues. Crumples flowers, crumpled stones Bruised and battered, I stand alone Are you the wine, that can carry me with you? Crumpled flower. crumpled stone Carrying blames on my own Are you the sin are you sorry I was you? Well, I am sorry too. Come lay beside me, it's hurting even more I tried to break free all my bonds and it's hurting even more There's no strength left now I...

Patriotism. What does it mean to us? We are the youth of the country, the supposed to be future of the nation. What do we make of these three syllables? We are the progressive section of the society, marching forward, taking India to a better and brighter future. But have we really ever paid any attention to it? Have we ever spared even a figment of our fertile imagination for the same? Let’s have a look. I am twenty one years old. That’s right, old enough to be legally married under the laws of the state. I have no future plans. My future is as directionless as India’s foreign policy. I don’t know what I want to do with my life, apart from earning money. I study in an institution that runs on the ever cherished, ever cliché taxpayers money. My tuition is subsidised. The dollar-face Lincoln says, "Ask not what your country has given you. Ask what you have given to the country". Rather than giving anything to the country, right now I am actually taking away a large chunk of th...

Where does the need arise? Where is the desire born? The desire to know the meaning, to understand the realms of the so-called reality, to know the answers, to comprehend those answers and then to create meaning out of it. The greatest mysteries of life lie hidden – hidden beneath the soul. And while man reaches far and wide in search of answers, resurrecting and devouring all that lies in his way, he is too naïve to look within. For there the answer lies – the answers to the quintessential questions, plain yet profound, simplistic to the limit of being outright trivial, and yet governing the unfathomable , unreasonable method behind our madness. Why are we here? Why were we born? What makes us special? Herein lays the desire. Herein lays the hunger, the yearning – to be someone, to make a difference. How wonderful would it fly! How wonderful would it be to be invisible! How wonderful would it be to be invincible, to be able to bend space and time, to walk through walls, to hold fire i...

Duniya se ji jo uchat gaya do shabd suna jo log sune.n Jag jaayen soti raatein kuchh shor macha jo log sune.n Har dil ki dhadkan andhi hai har aankh sneh se banzar hai duniya ke sookhe pathjhar mein badal garja jo log sune.n seemayen laangh raha koi tujhko lalkaar raha koi Dil dehla de har ghatak ke Hunkaar laga jo log sune.n