the unmistakable beauty..

Charlize Theron has an amazing physical presence and an unbelievable sexiness about her.. She's a beautiful actress who epitomizes class and grace, all the more reason she was crowned the Most Desirable Woman in the World in 2003..At the risk of sounding cheesy, if an angel were sent down to Earth, it would look like Charlize Theron... She is perfect, and we have yet to find a woman who shares her natural beauty... Charlize is a goddess, although she didn't need an Oscar or Golden Globe to make us notice her unmistakable beauty... the second charcoal towards my "gods goddesses and myths" series.. luv ya lady theron...

keep your eyes on the road.. your hands upon the wheel..

Yeah, that's right...that's right, baby, I...I am a
Sagittarius
The most philosophical of all the signs
But anyway, I don't believe in it
I think it's a bunch of bullshit, myself
But I tell you this, man, I tell you this
I don't know what's gonna happen, man, but I wanna have
my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames
All right! All right!

and she stood there wearing that sparkle in her eyez...

One of the most wonderful things in nature is a glance of the eye; it transcends speech; it is the bodily symbol of identity.. You never know how you look through other people's eyes.. To any artist, worthy of the name, all in nature is beautiful, because his eyes, fearlessly accepting all exterior truth, read there, as in an open book, all the inner truth...

the manager..

Ravi, better known among the Harley Team members as the "Ever Smiling Ravi" was a manager with Accenture till a short time ago, when he decided to pursue higher studies in Management @ Indian School of Business, Hyderabad..
As a gesture of wishing him good luck in his studies and to have a wonderful management career he was presented with a portait that was a true reflection of himself...
ravi, u were one helluva manager.. all the very best...

There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact...

if one takes as much trouble to be what one should be, as one takes to deceive others by disguising what one is, one could appear as one really is.. without having the trouble of disguising oneself... dunno if wat i jst wrote make sense or not.. herz a face i knw.. but not the person behind the face.. thou i shud admit, this charcoal - tis soemthin i really enjoyed making..

Memories are the best souvenirs..

I thought that by telling myself and everyone else that i hated you, I would come to believe it.. But i now realize that by lying, it makes me want you even more.. There are reasons we met, reasons for the good and the bad times, and more importantly, a reason to the end.. We have more to learn, more to experience, and more loving left in this lifetime.. If I could have one lifetime wish, one wish that would come true, I'd pray to God with all my heart, for yesterday...and you!

To Kiss or Not to Kiss...

“By all means!” says majority of the younger generation. “What you do in private you can project on the screen provided you make the performance a work of art.” Many kissophiles have lined up behind this. I read in an article from an old magazine that a filmmaker I.S.Johar leads the camp with a film devoted entirely to the history and development of the art of kissing from the Vedic (everything in Hindu India begins with the Vedas) down to the present times. The kissophobes (i.e., those against public demonstration thereof) appear to be in the majority. “It is against Hindu tradition,” they say—notwithstanding eloquent testimony to the contrary at Konark, Khajuraho and innumerable other temples and caves. They echo Swift’s sentiments: “Lord! I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.” But having been invented, there is little excuse to propagate it from the screen, they say. There is substance in this argument. Our film stars are anyhow given to hamming & over-acting. If you grant them the liberty to kiss instead of gently rubbing noses or softly joining lips—“a rose-red dot upon the letter ‘i’ in loving” (Rostand)—our screen kiss may recall Shakespeare’s lines in Taming of the Shrew:
‘This done, he took the bride about the neck
And kiss’d her lips with such a clamorous smack
That at the parting, all the church did echo’.

Those who know the reaction of Indian audiences will agree that our cinema halls will not only echo to the ‘clamorous smack’ of parting lips but also to prolonged derisive smacks, cat-calls & whistles. Each kiss on the screen will have to be followed by a 10-minute interval.
There are other hazards. What if hero or heroine suffers from halitosis or has liberally partaken of garlic/onion before shooting? The scripted dialogue “I love you” (how limited we are in expression of affection!) .ay suddenly change into a monosyllabic ‘ugh’! This opens new vistas to advertisers of breath-fresheners & toothpastes-- & perhaps the medical profession. Kissing, we are told can be a serious health hazard as it transfers millions of death-dealing microbes from 1 amorous mouth to another. But kissing need not necessarily is labial. Landor recommended a pleasanter alternative. ‘It is delightful to kiss the eyelashes of the beloved—is it not? But never as delightful as fresh tears are on them.’ It is obvious that Landor never kissed an Indian starlet with kohl or mascara in her eyes. Otherwise he might have taken a darker view on the subject. Well, if you can’t kiss on the nose (halitosis) or lips(health), what are the alternatives? Ears? No. It might produce a giggle, even a shiver down the spine. Thus, notwithstanding the erotica on our places of worship, we say ‘No.’
Let the kissophiles & kissophobes get together & settle the argument—with a kiss. All said & done, ‘a kiss is a method of procedure, cunningly devised, for the mutual prevention of speech at a time when words are superfluous’.
On which side am I? I’ll tell you through my favorite anecdote on the subject. A hero of World War-I was approached by a young girl & asked: ‘Did you kill a German?’ The hero replied in the affirmative. ‘With which hand did you do it?’ demanded the girl. ‘With this right hand.’ The young girl took the hand & kissed it. An officer who was watching the proceedings exploded: ‘Heavens, man, why didn’t you tell her that you bit him to death?’

death of an artist..

Is there actaully an Alchemist hidden in an individual? Is that the purpose of one's journey? If that is the case than shall we move on without considering the aspirations of people like our parents? Their expectation, the set of conditions around us, the mission....what is more important? I've seen people who could have been better artists working as traders. I've seen them smoking their frustations @ night. I've seen them carrying a family to which I don't know how much they relate to? I think there's always a choice that one has. No one can be blamed. Only a loss can be mourned. The death of the artist. The pain from the departure of a creater, a genius who never came! I don't know!

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my personal colln of image libraries..
bookmarked over the years..

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If you're short on kicks, there's always the latest way to break your neck...

And then there were the days when a good old desk used to be a waste paper basket with drawers where you could conveniently lug around slitting wrists at the edge of the piles-a-files. The first glitch is we, as human beings, have made too many wrong mistakes. Like inventing the outlandish gadget, which does little more than redefining a desk to a waste paper basket with circuits, popularly known to mortal souls as a computer. Sooner than you could spell the word 'Integrated Circuits', it became another paraphernalia of the Kooky. The second glitch is that computer technology has begun to move faster than anything else . Which brings us to the amorphous blob of the Internet and the vast scaffold of the World Wide Web. One of my idiosyncrasies is to be o n the dashboard of state-of-art techie lore and like it or not, that can be as intoxicating as a goblet of golden ambrosia. So while my human equivalents out there cavil over Osama and Tsunami, I am cosily ensconced in my chair, blanket and all, lurking in the rigorous techno-wilderness of cyberdom.

how they said it...

school dayz....

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

-William Wordsworth

bedazzled...

yess.. shez miss hurley..
this charcoal, the first in the series : "Gods Goddesses & Myths"..

she has the appeal and beauty of a genuine sex symbol...
nd although she's a good actress, part of the reason one rush to see her movies
is to check her out in a bunch of tight, slinky outfits; we care little for the plots...
when one look at hurley, "beautiful," "intelligent" and "warm" are not the first words that come to mind. tis more like "sassy," "sexy" and "delicious"... she's a bit like the female counterpart to her ex, Hugh Grant.. nd hurley's accent and cool, English mannerisms make her all the more desirable..

"I have three lives: actress, model, producer. Sometimes I'm aware that there's a fourth life, which is somewhat neglected, which is living a bit."
-Elizabeth Hurley

Dear blog...

Dear blog,
I'm writting to you today because I have absolutely nothing to do. Well I don't have much to say because I normally don't blog mchhh. yeah,i hav no wrk, so my mind is kind of blank. Hey,I think that's about all I had to say,isn't it? By the way,dear blog,go get a life; don't expect me to write every day like this, because I won't...Actually,I might...No,I WILL,so wait for me...Yeah,and good luck waiting(hehehe)...

(To those who are actually reading this, don't believe that guys DO write blogs...)
(To guys who actually DO write blogs,sorry,no offence...)

The Making : Mesmerizing Eyes

The Mesmerizing Eyes..

My charcoal version of the mesmerizing “Afghan Girl”
photographer : Steve McCurry
A young Afgan refugee girl that appeared on National Geographic’s cover in 1985...







Sharbat Gula 1984

Sharbat Gula 2002

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