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Where the mind is without fear

I first came across this writing by Tagore when I was in class 6. Since then I have somehow managed to remember most of the lines. The first three lines have especially haunted me for long. For a long time I had been thinking of turning this thought into a wallpaper but lacked concrete ideas. Then I saw this sketch of Tagore by Satyajit Ray. So here is my dedication to Tagore. Nothing special ... but I hope it looks good on your wallpaper. Where the mind is without fear by ~ ritwik-mango on deviant ART Here is the link to the download page.

I Smell Gold

Disclaimer: I am not a sportsman. I am slightly obese and overweight and I couldn't probably walk 5 kms on a stretch. Still my dream is having a 70inch (not cms) LCD TV in my home and watching India win the Cricket World Cup some day, again! There is a certain charm in getting up at 1300 Hrs on a Monday. Primarily that means not being bugged by the so called Monday-morning-blues. So I wake up one such Monday "morning" and misty eyed as I am, I log on for my daily dose of news online. Usually that means something like – "9 Blasts 14 Injures", "Dhoni pulls out of test series", "Shilpa ready to rock Big Boss" and "Nothing can stop me from becoming PM : Maya". It is not everyday that an ordinary Indian like me [here] , wakes to the headline "IT'S A GOLD: BINDRA BAGS INDIA'S FIRST". I cannot even begin to imagine what an Olympic gold would mean to a sportsman, and there are not many Indians alive to tell you that eithe

Guys will be Guys

What is it guys and their idea of expression? No wonder cell phone and greeting card companies have to turn to women when they want to say, “Express yourself.” The older a boy gets the more he becomes aware of the fact that other humans of the same gender are not to be spoken of in an affectionate way. There were times when we too had best friends . These were the boys like us with whom we shared our lunch at school. These were the boys who helped us with our homework, and these were the very same boys who picked up fights for you in the playground when you were not strong enough to stand for yourself. As we got to our early teens, these boys were the confidantes who were the first to learn of our secret crushes. And at times these boys were the pigeons carrying mush-infested paper balls to and from these secret crushes. They were our best friends. Then through some freak of nature these boys became men. And then somehow there were no best friends . Girls still have their best fr

Love Actually?

You watch a movie like Love Actually and it makes you wonder. We, here in our country, need a celebration like Christmas – we really do. After all, what other occasion do we get to profess our love for our best friend’s wives (not girlfriends – wives). And then that very wife ends up kissing you. We really need a Christmas of our own. And not something like the Valentine’s Day – something more local, closer to our heart. Just imagine how wonderful it would be to be able to cheat on your wife of 20 years and say, “Hey It’s Diwali!!!” This movie also puts a few things in perspective. If you grow up in a conservative environment watching classic Indian romantic movies (like I did), there are a few notions you have about the phrase true love . Now I never say it has to be platonic and/or metaphysical. But I had a few notions corrected anyway. Like: to fall in love with your exotic foreigner girl (read Portuguese) you need to see her in her bare minimums. Surely, beauty lies in the eye o

The Moo Point

Firstly, please ask me: why a new blog? Because if you don’t then this whole blog becomes pointless as I don’t get a chance to explain my point of view. Given how opinionated I am and the range of topics I can list under my expertise, I needed a mouthpiece to voice some of those remark, brickbats, and concerns of national, environmental and individual interests. Also it would give some leeway to my friends who are usually bombarded with my rumblings. And the fact that I rumble is easily exhibited here, since I haven’t yet answered the primary question: why a new blog? Well that’s because I consider my first/original blog very chaste and cultured. Even if you don’t give a shit for what’s posted there, I believe them to be literary and graphic masterpieces. (Some of them really are, really!!) I have a very reasonable dream of having an anthology of poems published someday. So I decided that let me rumble at a separate address. Now please be cordial enough to ask me the second questio

For You (The Girl In Purple)

Dear Girl in Purple, Let me start at the bottom-line itself: I don’t like you. I don’t like you because you brought to the surface the very facet of my being that I dreaded the most – that being: acute paranoia, extreme wariness of public embarrassment, and of course my utter discomfort in the mere presence of a girl. Remember this – I have tried all my life to shield these aspects from public knowledge. For me these are more covert than perhaps the existence of the Holy Grail. Alas, though, as all this is now a thing of the past. You make me feel pathetic and miserable. I mean, how difficult is it to walk up to a cute girl in a coffee shop and say “hello” or whatever else might be fitting. What is the risk I am playing against? No probable solution of the Schrödinger’s equation will make my saying “hello” lead to a nuclear holocaust. Life is not like the Butterfly Effect. But my utterly female-terrorised brain makes me believe otherwise. Or maybe, it’s just that guys who talk of

Federal Myth Busted?

All those who fought the goddess of sleep last night to watch among the better tennis matches in recent history (not the best) ... they all have something to add to what has already been said. I do too. Just for the record ... i rooted for Federer for this one (something I have NEVER ever done), and see my luck ... I had a few status messages to commemorate the occasion ... and only ONE gtalk id to put it on ... so here goes the rest: 1. Who won? :P 2. Federer's girlfriend without her dark glasses on ... boy, Nadal had his day 3. He is still human after all 4. No one owns the centre court : Simon Barnes 5. That @$$ Nadal : I rooted for him last year and he lost ... i bet against him this year and he wins ... Damn you And the sixth the I actually put as my status msg : (what cud have been 6th for Fedex) 6. IT WAS THE STUPID CARDIGAN, DAMNIT !! If you have your own messages ... add them here.


होटों पर जो नाम है उस नाम की कीमत कितनी है ? चाँद में जो दाग है उस दाग की कीमत कितनी है ? घर बार , प्यार , सपने सारे पहले से गिरवी रखे हैं ईमान बचाए रखा जो ईमान की कीमत कितनी है ? गाँठें खिंच खिंच कर तार हुईं रिश्तों के धागे टूट गए | दुनिया हमसे बेजार हुई सब रस्में वादे टूट गए | माना हस्ती छोटी है पर हक इतना तो रखता हूँ पूछ सकूँ मैं तुझसे , " मेरे यार , मुहब्बत कितनी है ?" For those whose Hindi font is not working properly: Hoton par jo naam hai Us naam ki keemat kitni hai? Chaand mein jo daag hai Us daag ki keemat kitni hai? Ghar baar, pyaar, sapne saare, Pehle se girvi rakhe hain Imaan bachaye rakha jo Imaan ki keemat kitni hai? Gaanthen khinch khinch kar taar huin Rishton ke dhaage toot gaye Duniya hamse bezaar hui Sab rasme waade toot gaye Maana hasti chhoti hai par Haq itna to rakhta hoon Poochh sakoon main tujhse, "Mere Yaar Muhabbat kitni hia?"

Patelian 2008

Another Magazine Cover This time for the 2008 edition of the Hall Magazine .. I dont know why I did it ... when I was not supposed to. Maybe this is what my friends call in their own language, My Unexplainable Love for Photoshop. Patelian Cover I by ~ ritwik-mango on deviant ART Photo Courtesy : Abhinav Sarkar [ Flickr Link ]

Got Paid !!! Yippeeee

This post was in the pipeline for a long time. I got paid for a designing job. Modest sum - yes, but how much do you expect for a couple hour's job? Well this is the cover for the mathematics Department Magazine. The job was done a month back ... but was waiting be paid before posting here. That happened last night. So here it is. Xponent Cover by ~ ritwik-mango on deviant ART Xponent Cover - II by ~ ritwik-mango on deviant ART MORAL of the STORY : You can earn doing what you love !!!!

Patel Utsav

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

_manGO design_

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.

Prem Geet

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