Rotring Pen? What is it?

This sketch I dedicate to the guy who refused to sell the rotring pen to me.

Meditation is really helping me a lot. At normal circumstances I get angry with the people who are smart enough to judge others without knowing them.

The guy asked me, do know how to hold this pen? (I was laughing at myself- It's been six years since I finished my viscom and still people think I am a school kid)

He was right. I don't know how to hold this pen.

Tattoo! I think it is a good idea

(marker pens are great stuff - you can scribble a new thought every day)

Man is a growing animal, both physically and mentally. He doesn’t stop learning as long as he is alive. He shouldn’t, if he is alive. If what you believe today is what you believed yesterday and the day before, you are wasting your time on this planet. My beliefs have always changed, changed for good. Tattooing is against my idea. It is getting stuck with a single notion about life. People call it “Self-expression”, I call it “BULLS**T”. My set of beliefs is expressed not by a form of art on my body, but through my actions. When I love, I love and I don’t need a tattoo on my body to express that.

(on my mirror)

my creed

Life is a blessing.

Life is a blessing. In spite of all the pains, sufferings, anxieties and miseries, I still believe life is a pure blessing. It is an ancient thought, I know it. I personally have never taken it so seriously till I cremated my dad.
Death teaches you the most important lesson which a man can’t learn reading books. It teaches you how valuable life is. It teaches you why you should not waste your time on this God made beautiful planet. It teaches you why you should love more and hate less. It teaches you, with all the money in this world you can’t buy single second more to do the things you want to do.
I know it is very uncomfortable talking about death, but it has got an amazing lesson to teach us. Our time is limited. You are not going to get out of this life alive, that’s guaranteed. When I collected my dad’s cremains and applied it on my forehead, God had a lesson to teach me ‘This is all you leave, when you leave.’ You will die someday, but don’t live dead.

GOD, I hate you!

God, have you ever had Dad? I doubt.
Have you ever lost someone whom you love the most? I doubt.
Have you ever burnt a man who gave you life? I doubt.
Have you ever lost Dad? I doubt.
Do you have heart? I really doubt.

Dad, I LOVE YOU!
God, I HATE YOU!

RATS EVERYWHERE

The school kids -sorry the RATS in my building really piss me off by calling me ‘UNCLE’. So I warned them not to call me uncle, and this black rat who hates me to death went and drew a picture of me on the entrance of my building which I didn’t actually notice it for couple of days. Suddenly the RATS shouted from the ground floor saying there is a picture of me on the wall. I was so curious and went down to see it. I got a shock.

I don't look this bad. Now I am bribing few good rats to find out the BLACK RAT. [I love both his courage and art- I have to gift him a sketch book or something.] The RATS are there EVERYHERE.

how to catch an octopus?

If you are a veggie like me and like to have an octopus

pretty simple catch.

left it back in water.