old....wise?

another day in EST...night was creepin in slowly in india...i asked abhishek..."hey, gimme some idea on what todraw"..,prompt came the answer..."dickhead"...now tats quite a subject...just a few days back watched some rated movie whose director surely must have had the same subject on mind when he shot tat one...went over to abhishek to vividly describe its detailed screenplay...came back...wat to draw???...and a ha...old man...hows tat...sketched a few of them earlier...now this one...

again comics...and ghostrider...

there is this old buddy of mine...mandar... who's crazy about animation and comics...together we are the proud owners of the animation series of batman, spiderman, he-man and lots more...and along with that, loads of comics...i was back at my hometown...iron-man had just released...we had this talks on the actual character as in marvel comics and then we slowly moved on to ghostrider...i was back at my place...the noon was spent watching the movie ghostrider...3rd time i watched it...sleepin and dreamin like crazy...then comin back to office i thought...there a lot of spare time today why not spend some time on RND...and so i found out this great site...tonymooreillustration.com...the guy an amazing artist...and this sketch of ghostrider was the result...i really loved the way he stood tall...reminded me of old clint eastwood of the west...

EST hours...

workin in EST hours can be quite a fun...earlier there used to be lots of net surfing...and orkuting..all these despite the fact that our prject "demands" blockin all the proxies and so every day there was this search mode on for proxies...after a week or so..it was blocked and the n started the hunt for a new one...currently we are out of stock...and so i decided to get back to my old passion...google was there for me and all i needed more was a pen n a paper...

JESUS...

doesn't happen quite often ..was in office at 9am...it's quite early for the kind of project i'm in...had more than an hour to kill...just a few days ago, went through quite a nice site on arts...uhh..forgot the name..but was a link to indiatimes.com...artists all indian...was lookin through them...thought...why not try my hands at one of them...here it is...looks like incomplete...oh..forgot to tell u an implementation was at stake...

existence...

many a times i think about my existence...
but,only one answer comes to my mind.
i'm just a dot on this earth
and the earth...is just another dot in this universe
and so...
i stop thinkin about my existence
and
when u stop thinkin about urself
u r free
free as a bird that flies high up in the sky
tries to break the limits
but something pulls it ...
back in this hole
n out of despair
i again...start thinking about my existence

who am i?who are we???who are they???
where did we come from how it all started???
what made the air?what made the fire??what made the earth and the water???
are we alone?why do we think?is there something else like us?do they think?
how can u look into a person's eyes without him seeing you???will he always have to be blind??why do we listen to music? how does it make us happy n why??does god exist??does he know that we exist? are we his creations?what is this universe? why there is a constant urge for survival...when every body knows for sure that we will have to die in the end??do we really die??is there life after death??what are spirits??where do they live...in another dimension??what is dimension??someone told my friend to think of more than 3 dimensions...one can be time...but then time cannot be travelled back...if we can move faster than light can we travel time...lets say i can travel faster then light...then i can definitely go to almost any place at any instant..i can see what is happening and then come back to my source place....but then how can i say i have travelled time...what if someone can travel time...can god travel time???why do we dream?are dreams for real?what is love?what is hate?why do we have emotions?do snakes have emotions?why do we kill people?why do we kill animals?why do we pretend to feed them?why do we pretend? what is pretention?what am i writing?what are u reading?why am i writing?why am i listening to radiohead?why do people dope? why do i dope?what is meant by psychedelic trips? am i having one? but i'm not doped...nor poisoned..why do people commit suicide...???
why do they have fears?why did i stop???

on horses

GRAZING HORSES...........
now where shall i start from???
The Phantom....his horse Hero...started my fasination for horses n drawing them...then its was going to my grandpa's home...we had to travel by the Red Road...past maidan...the grazin horses there...then there was Kashmir..paradise on earth..my first real-life encounter with a horse...n riding it....before that it was all books..n distant looks...
loved them in all colours...be it white or black...loved them wild...not the well-dressed n crew-cut army horses...loved alexander...loved tipu...loved shivaji...for their love for horses...
even loved the sleepy hollow for that headless horseman...
love metallica's 'four horsemen'...
never thought why they would have to show the deaths of the horses in 'the ring'....

THE PHANTOM...the ghost who walks...the undead...

the original work....the dead...n...the undead

the phantom has long been my favorite....my association with him started a long time back...and its been after all these 20 years i have realised his influence on me....

it started with horses...my love for them....drawing them...sketching them...then africa...the pygmies...the pirates...then all sorts of wierd things...the skull..the wizardry..the spirits...and how the legacy still lives on...there is a normal man...and then there is The Phantom.......then there are the good n the bad...n everyone knows that secrects are meant to be kept secrets...and behind the skull cave...the waterfall...there lies everything...so u must know that behind every veil hides a face...that may be good or that may be evil...but the good must fight the evil....n so he moves like a spirit ...with the wind he comes n with the wind he goes...you will not have the a clue...maybe you will never know..but justice has arrived....