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I might already have gloated about this but can't resist to do it again. Sold my very first painting. Courtesy: http://www.bestcollegeart.com/DeepDarkGlee

Oh Deer!

I am on Page 17 of the November 2010 Issue of eFiction Magazine:

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A Disappearing Number - Complicite

Complicite's A Disappearing Number is about the unbearable brightness of romancing the infinite and how it burns everything else in one's life to a crisp. It is also about the unrealish encounter between two great mathematicians of the twentieth century, Srinivasa Ramanujan, a poor Brahmin from South India, and Cambridge University don G.H. Hardy. Most of all, it is about Mathematics as a muse – dark and alluring to a few and a total turn-off for most. Until they have been to the play, that is.

Aapko SIP Nahi Pata?

Tata Mutual Fund SIP TVC

My Paintings : Originals

Just what the name says; my ideas, my executions. Find the album here.

Medium: Watercolour,Water Soluble Pencils, Oil Pastels, Soft Pastels, Felt-tip Pens, Found Objects, Charcoal on Handmade and Cartridge Paper

My Paintings: Original Fakes

Reproduction of Paintings from various sources. Find the album here.

Medium: Acrylic, Watercolour, Charcoal, Linocut, Soft Pastels, Water Soluble Pencils, Fabric on Handmade, Coloured and White Cartridge Paper, Mout Boards

My Paintings : Anatomy Studies

Reproduction of anatomy sketches. Leonrado Da Vinci and assorted old masters. Find the album here.

Medium: Watersoluble pencils, soft pastels, oil pastels, charcoal pencils on coloured cartridge, white cartridge an handmade paper.

Film Review: Le Triplettes De Belleville (The Triplets of Belleville)

Les Triplettes De Belleville (The Triplets of Belleville), the multiple Cannes winning little-known gem,  is everything an animated movie is not. And I can't put it across better than Roger Ebert, one of the most iconic movie critics of the world: "Most animated features have an almost grotesque desire to be loved. This one doesn't seem to care." And like every great movie, it defies to be pigeonholed into a genre.

This and That a.k.a. Why can't I have both?

Speculative (unpublished) campaign for Biso, a multi-cuisine restaurant.

#VSS Anthology Volume 01

Everyday hundreds of 140-character (or less) stories are posted to Twitter. This is a collection of just a few. # is a hashtag—an identifying marker—allowing users on social networking services to separate out and/or convey certain messages to other users utilizing the same markers. 'VSS' stands for 'very short story'. The #VSS Anthology contains over 150 stories by 37 authors. And I am on Page 26 (willgetback).

Here are the stories if you are too lazy to go there.

1. Starts crash diet. Assassin doesn't recognize.

2. Thugs chase. GPS Specialist takes shortcut.

3. Colour blindness. Traffic Signal. Total blindness.

4. Sappy stories. Never published. Angry letters to the editors demanding
explanation. Published.

5. No suitable match found for rich, handsome, witty, sensitive, clean-shaven Sikh
boy.
(* Sikhism as a religion forbids shaving one's facial hair.)

6. City never sleeps. Thief puts himself to sleep.
 
7. Suspicious stranger offers lift at midnight. Takes the wrong turn. Drops home
safely.

8. Once upon a time, there were happy endings in movies, at least.

9. "Rock & Hard Place?"
"You crazy?"
"Devil & Deep Blue Sea?"
"Meh!"
"What then? Fire & Frying Pan?"
Scylla & Charybdis were naming their twins.


10. On every page, the autograph book said: I donate all I own to Janet Jones.
Every celebrity laughed when signing.
Who is laughing now?

Book Review: THE REMAINS OF THE DAY by Kazuo Ishiguro

The best way to court this book is meeting it on a nondescript shelf at a quaint bookstore. You pick it up gently, ignore the blurb and other star-studded comments and start reading it then and there. Pay for it absent-mindedly on your way out and continue reading it till it's over. When this languid journey in an aging butler's mindscape will end, you will close the book with a sigh, a drop of tear and something welling up inside your chest you can't quite name. The author named him Stevens.

Bikash Bhattacharjee: The Artist of the Artless

What do you expect of a child who has lost his father at the age of six to grow up lonely and neglected? For starters, you can expect growing bitterness and disillusionment.

What do you expect of a young boy whose childhood is spent in a decaying neighbourhood, chequered with poverty and stagnation? The last thing you expect of him is to pick up a paintbrush to get himself heard.

When that young boy turns into a man and his mundane existence is streaked with mindless violence all around, the first colours you expect his brush to pick up are shades of red.

 The expected, though, rarely happens in life and art. For that we should be thankful to Bikash Bhattacharjee, the artist  who was deeply humane all his life, while the world all around him least expected him to be so.

Film Review: Man on Wire by James Marsh

On August 7 1974, a Frenchman named Philippe Petit, conquered the twin towers of WTC. He didn't do it with with screaming jet planes but with breathtaking beauty and amazing grace. He ambled back and forth for 45 minutes on a metal cable strung between those two towers. This is a documentary based on this feat of fantasy.

Predictable is fun

Speculative (unpublished) campaign for Tata Debt Fund.