Early warning

Track Gustav as it moves towards New Orleans

How about a flood forecast, or river course change forecast sytem too? The machine’s on the blink, wake up you horoscope, tarot, astro fellas!

What’s our ‘color’

The project

The project goes on

…Lets work together

The great escape

Impossible. We’re never free. It always gets back at us.

Under exposed

The picture too, yet, I love the frame. Shot at Andheri beach, 2007

What the duck

Very very funny. What the duck !

Hospital

Pronunciation:

\ˈhäs-(ˌ)pi-t^əl\

Function:

noun

Usage:

often attributive

Etymology:

Middle English, from Anglo-French, from Medieval Latin hospitale hospice, guest house, from neuter of Latin hospitalis of a guest, from hospit-, hospes

Date:

14th century

1 : a charitable institution for the needy, aged, infirm, or young

2 : an institution where the sick or injured are given medical or surgical care -usually used in British English without an article after a preposition

3 : a repair shop for specified small objects <a clock hospital>

4: sen family’s favourite hangout <asok sen in hospital, saumya sen in hospital, madhabi sen in hospital, shivani sen (in photograph, prior to surgery) in hospital>

Dummies

Three, from a collection of dummy invitations I designed for an imaginary fashion show. Just…

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Once we decided on the paper, needed a new advert. Our earlier ads featured the chlorine-free papers.

The graphic wasn’t as difficult as I imagined, though i do feel I’ve cheated a bit, the folds should have led to inverted text. But there’s that much one can play around with a masthead. Unless you’re NatGeo, or Time

Down to Earth goes recycled, post September 15th

Full circle

Another last day scramble for a cover. The original idea was my managing editor Pradip’s, pages from a alphabet learning book, concept of relearning what we know about these animals. The idea evolved into the above, essentially because I only found a L=Lion page (T=telephone), and a Tiger drawing on a wall in Bandhavgarh. Combined these two images to create the cover.

A full circle in a sense, my first cover, a wildlife story too, was a wall painting concept

Read the story

“You see, I’m a guy of simple tastes: I enjoy dynamite, and gunpowder, and GASOLINE!”

” Wanna know how I got these scars? My father was a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn’t like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. Turns to me and he says “Why so serious?” Comes at me with the knife,”Why so serious?” He sticks the blade in my mouth. “Lets put a smile on that face!” And….. Why so serious?”

“You look nervous. Is it the scars? You want to know how I got them? Come here. Hey, look at me. So I had a wife, beautiful; like you. Who tells me, I worry too much. Who tells me, I ought to smile more. Who gambles, and gets in deep with sharks. One day they carve her face. We have no money for surgeries. She can’t take it! I just want to see her smile again. I just want her to know that I don’t care about the scars. So I stick a razor in my mouth and do this…”

Winter, when our lips dry out, and the corners crack, we lick and then smear cream all over them, and then lick again, and again, as the lips burn they turn red like The Jokers’. His lips are perpetually dry. Scarred to smile, even when serious, he licks the skin off, leaving behind a bloody edge.

The Joker has no agenda, no plan. He’s not after money, or power; he has no purpose, no rules. He merely seeks to create chaos. Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, he enjoys the ride, “Come on, I want you to do it, I want you to do it. Come on, hit me. Hit me!” says The Joker to a screaming Batman’s Batpod.

Gambol: [to The Joker] Give me one reason why I shouldn’t have my boy here rip your head off.
The Joker: How about a magic trick?
[pulls out a pencil and sticks it upright into the table]
The Joker: I’m gonna make this pencil… disappear.
[Gambol's thug walks over to kill The Joker, who slams his face into the pencil and kills him]
The Joker: Ta-daa! It’s… gone!

“Do you wanna know why I use a knife? Guns are too quick. You can’t savor all the… little… emotions. In… you see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are. So in a way, I know your friends better than you ever did. Would you like to know which of them were cowards?“

Homicidal maniac, mad, sociopath, psychopath who ‘just wants to watch the world burn’…and then I fell in love with The Joker, and the late Heath Ledger.

In prosthetics, before make-up. Heath designed the look himself