Look and Experience, Don't Ruminate..

Look at where you are going and where you have reached, but don't over analyse it and get sucked into a black-hole of rumination...

Mt. Faber Park

Went to Mt. Faber Park with a dear friend and sketched, watched the light change and the world drift away.. felt good to observe and not analyse..

Estranged Shadow

The moment when even my shadow leaves me to deal with everything by myself..

Willy is a Wonka!

There is nothing that Roald Dahl doesn't have the answer to!

Haunted By Sleep

My dysfunction life has gone to another level.. I dread going to sleep because my unconscious is darker than the night.. So when I am awake, battling the demons inside, I draw in jealousy - I am jealous of the fact that everyone else can just switch off, they don't have to face their darkest fears every night..

I Am A Coward

Courage is the ability to keep going on although every cell in you tells you that it will be okay to give up and take refuge in a safe place. I don't think I had the courage to go on at that moment - a moment when I gave up. Strangely it takes a lot to admit that somethings are bigger than even you. But one eventually finds the courage to do what is right..

I still feel like a coward, searching for courage in a place that is dark. One day I hope to do the right thing by myself, till then I shall contemplate about the courage I seek.

The Best and The Worst..

Sometimes one person can make or break your world. Bring out the worst and the best in you, leave you living in a world of surreal delusions. Thanks for being that person for me..

Emotionally Stoic: Internally Conflicted

When the inside is so numb that although emotions are experienced inside, they don't manifest themselves physically. A moment of stoicness, of still waters, although what lies underneath the vessel is a sea of monsters. I wish I could cry.

Arguments of Insidious Intent

Sitting at Starbucks I saw 3 men, deep in conversation, arguing silently while keeping the sanctity of their group. It reminded me of these lines from The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot.

"Streets that follow like a tedious argument

Of insidious intent

To lead you to an overwhelming question...

Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"

Let us go and make our visit."

It was weird, I didn't see reason in drawing them, maybe it was the new parallel pen rearing to go, maybe it was the need to make a live drawing, whatever it was it was a good digression from my rather boring and emotionally driven typography assignment which was self-inflicted torture in retrospect. Lately I have been finding solace in sketching people, other people. There is no reason, it is just a place I run to when I am overwhelmed by my reality.