Perspectives

I dont think I told many people about my fabric painting skills. Though it is not of my finest, I achieve a certain goal that is otherwise not possible. I have always wanted to wear some geeky shirts instead of “Beer is better than women” or “Screw me”. But I dont get to buy them anywhere , even in Bangalore. So, I decided to put my fabric paints and brush, a bit of my free time and some thinking/browsing to do it myself.

Believe me, it is a fine hobby and is not too difficult. Just needs lots of patience and enthusiasm. I plan to share a small bit about fabric painting later in an other dedicated post. Now, I am just going to recall the cloth paintings that I have done so far. These things are not something that you frame and put up in a wall. You put them onto urself and make use of them. So, it is practical and it is cool because you can show off too.

1. A spoof of the matrix – I dont seem to get this picture back in search. This was back in the college days, atleast 4 years old.
2. An asterix hand kerchief. My chief still carries it in her bag and never uses it to wipe anything (She is trying to preserve it, apparently)
3. A Donald duck handkerchief that I gifted to my little brother. Dont think he or anyone else knows where it is now.
4. A black shirt with “There is no place like 127.0.0.1″ on white. Came out pretty ok.( Pic coming as soon as I come back to India. )

Well, why I am writing about this shit right now is, I got content for my next shirt. I am going to plagiarize from thinkgeek. Sorry guys, I cant afford to buy T-shirts for 20 bucks. I still earn in INR.
The content is quite simple.

And that is why love it.

This is hilarious. Read it in today’s TOI, searched for it and got this. I am also embedding it here just so that you dont have to click click.

It is simple, How many Materazzis can you( as zizou) head butt before the umpire notices you and flashes a red card? It is not made well. Any flash gurus out there going to make it better? Please send across a link.

Oh, this is simply for sheer fun. No hard feelings. I love Zizou.

Ensaai.

The story might be a little weird, but it is true. On my trip to sikkim, if there is one thing that I really got to know well, it is river teesta. It was everywhere and anywhere we went. It was as though it was a part of my trip. Accompanying us without questioning and complaining and infact, enjoying our company. And at the end of the trip, I knew I was going to miss her and was quite sad. That, in short is my love affair with Teesta.

Once you reach zero point ( end of roads, basically) towards north sikkim, All one can see is nature, virgin and full. It is quite unfair that despite knowing I cant possibly describe her beauty, I am venturing into writing about her. Anyways, at this point, Teesta is this small streamlet, slowly learning to crawl along the soft beds of colourful stones laid out neatly. She is quite reluctant to begin and I think she is quite unaware of the distance or the arduous path she is about to take.

As we drove back, she grows up. She learns how difficult things can get and quickly matures by drawing sources from various channels that come along. And by the time I am close to Gangtok, she is blossomed into this forceful river scaring every passer by who I dont think how lovely as a child she was. As the driver chose to take the road to the city, she decides to leave us, for her own good. I felt my kid is on it’s own now, capable of taking care of herself. Surely, she will make it to the sea.

Bye Teesta, I love you.