Thursday, August 25, 2011


BB: Are you here on Saturday?
Me: Ya. Why?
BB: I want to take you out.
Me (sounding high pitched and excited) : OH YEAH? WHERE?!
BB: To that BBC gig I want to go to.
Me: :\  

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Happy Weekend

The sole highlight this week was the Anna Andolan and people power. I know someone who got detained in a prison cell (and wasted no time in updating his Facebook status via his phone while behind bars) I know many others who went to protest wearing their Anna hats, despite the rains pissing down on us. Anyway...

I cannot handle these bracelets. I think I'm fainti

I just found infographics from over the world in one place. Get outta here, you're going to be such a time suck.

Please don't eat these coasters.

The editor of Open magazine wrote this spectacular piece on India's present anti-corruption frenzy for the NYT. (Thanks Su!)

Listen up matrons! This is how you make dorms seem less like dungeons. Howlarious!

Under 18 Fashion Bloggers I didn't know about.


Thursday, August 18, 2011


There is a certain excitement, or perhaps, a perverse joy when you throw juniors and newbies in at the deep end.
That joy multiplies infinitely when the person you're pushing forth is a senior.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

(I feel horrible that I had to wait for a Levis campaign to remind me about this treasure)

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Monday, August 15, 2011

Her Morning Elegance

It's been more than a year since I first saw this video and heard this track and I never tire of either.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Happy Looong Weekend

The looong weekend is finally here. Though I don't seem to be feeling excited about it at all.
As opposed to everyone I know who's driving out of the city, I'm going to be at home, horizontal... just the way I like it. There will be food. There will be doodling. There will be music.
What more do you need?

Leigh of Marvellous Kiddo put up this picture that made me melt.

Blik, my favourite Wall Graphics guys made the cutest wall puzzles for kids

Jugaad and "...the art of holistic (and therefore lateral) thinking, of unbound, resilient creativity, and of improvisation and rapid prototyping under severe constraints."

Everyone in America is raving about

These fictional brands were made only for the movie!

For everyone who likes it old school, Postcardly turns your emails into postcards.

I could learn a few lessons from this girl about making skinny and flatchested look good and from this girl about wearing white on white.

P.S.: The Happy Weekend sticker is still under construction. Hang on.

Friday, August 12, 2011


Happy 100th Birthday Bill Bernbach.
I'm certainly not No.2, but I assure you I'm trying harder.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

On some days...

 I suppose that while reading some beauty magazine, the fact that the Androgynous look was 'in' seeped into my brain so I accidentally ended up dressing like a lazy, teenage boy to work the other day.

I'm ace at discovering fashion trends and exploiting them the wrong way.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Summer in a Bottle

My dad packs my lunch (and breakfast and munchies) for me every morning.
I know, I know, I'm definitely one of the luckiest girls in the world!
It's one of those things I have come to feel grateful for when I see people in my office scampering to order lunch everyday.

This morning when I came to work and took out my bottle I found it all orange.

Taaang!... and it was so perfectly made.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Great Men Have Great Soles

Holding up my 'Great Men Have Great Soles' doodle.
I have to work on the shoes looking the same and not like the ones made for people suffering from polio :(

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Oh yeah! Happy Weekend.

Yes! I'm doing 'happy weekend' posts from now on.
(Look! I've even got a sticker and everything!)
I consume so much off the interwebz that it's only natural that I  bookmark the things I love, no matter what category they fall under. So, here is...

The most refreshing article on How to Talk to Little Girls.

I loved Dot, the world's smallest stop motion animation film. And this week, W+K released Gulp, the world's largest stop motion animation film shot on a Nokia N8.

I had no idea Hunter S. Thompson had taken a dig at Henry Miller in the title of this piece.

Waiting for October to look this denim and another country to dress this lazy.

Musicians talk about the worst gigs they've ever played.

photo cred: Apporva Guptay
location: NH7 Weekender, December 2010

Thursday, August 4, 2011

What a bunch of idiots!

Our laziness is criminal.
Nothing can stand testimony to this more than the fact that despite there being wonderful image editing softwares such as Photoshop, we're being sold (and we're consuming, buying even, if I may add) applications like Instagram and tools like Diana, the most common and affordable Lomography camera, to saturate our images with colour.
Human beings are a bunch of idiots.

What I learned about myself today...

When people go into a shell, they go into a shell.
When I go into a shell, I go into a sound proof, concrete den made of fired up bricks and mortar, surrounded by gunny bags, hidden ammunition placed in a bunker deep inside the ground, and hibernate uncomfortably till I suspect things to be sunny again.

This makes  me sad.
This must be doodled.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Monday, August 1, 2011

The Seeker (Circa 2008)

We start the game and make the pass,
Peruse and pursue, a one-off chance,
Till we meet the perfect keeper,
Keep on playing; he might be a seeker.
Now we know that the seeker hath found,
All that he looked for on another ground.
A playing field much different from ours,
Bloody combat that burned the hours.
There our seeker lay wounded,
Beside him, his castles grounded.
Thus our field he plays with much deliberation,
Could he be the perfect incarnation?
Keep playing; have the seeker close,
Share stories, voices and prose.
Through the looking glass dreams unravel,
The stakes get higher, hear the heart rumble.
Till we find our seeker hath found,
A dream catcher, to keep his hopes on the ground,
None of his dreams ever saw flight,
Dull in the day, morose by night,
His stories were merely words on a tapestry,
Hung out and sundried, soaked in melancholy.
The seeker had played the game from afar,
Built a wall, protected the scar.
Now we know that he never sought to find,
The game he played, of a different kind.
The seeker still plays with a wall of stone,
We retreat to the side lines and watch the warrior lone.
Tales of demise and fantasy abound,
To set into motion, a silent sound.
Keep on playing, forget the fumble,
Buy us time to watch the wall crumble.
Let those trapped dreams soar in the sky, and watch over us,
The seeker and I.


My reaction to this in 2011:
- I phew'd
- It feels so so strange to read your own writing from way back when.
- I can barely recollect the context of this.
- Now that I don't feel a constant state of internal struggle gagging me, what could I write about with at least a quarter of this intensity?

I have fans, they're hard core

I received one of the cutest, brightest and weirdest love letters this afternoon.
It's so trippy, innit?