Art of Sketching- My passion!!

 While my writing skills have taken a much needed break for the creative juices to come up with something much better and unique concept, I have kept myself busy with one of my other passion- "Sketching".

Herein I have uploaded some of them just for the exhibition purpose.

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For the first time I have tried sketching myself and fortunately ended up with something which resembles to me more than I could have ever thought I could.

THE BROKEN HEART

The following story is based on a real life experience. However the names of people and places have been replaced to respect their privacy.

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In the midst of a very cold night I was lying restless on my bed changing sides and trying to sleep but somehow I couldn’t, my mind was stormed with all the incidents that had taken place the previous evening.

Life's a Bitch!! Part-2

Continued from Life's a Bitch Part-1

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I nodded to him but in my mind’s eye I smiled to myself – the “joke” was going to be on him! Then I waved everyone goodbye, went to the waiting hall, sat on a chair, opened my bag and took out the letter I had written to Aarti. 

During the flight I alleged about it. After trying my utmost, I just could not envisage Aarti as my wife in my new life any more. Till now I had done everything to make everybody happy. But It was my life; Time would heal wounds, abate the injury and dissipate the anger; but what if I got trapped for life with Aarti, it would be an absolute adversity.

Life's a Bitch!! Part-1

“When did you come home? And what are you doing here? Did you have dinner?” my mom was staggered when she wedged me in kitchen so started questioning like archetypal concerned mother. “Yeah mom” I retorted as cold as water bottle elicited from refrigerator. I knew my mom was nippy enough to clench resentment behind my unruffled reply. She became quizzical to find ulterior “What’s wrong Nishant? Is there anything troubling you? Didn’t party go well?”

An Engineer's Nightmare

I was walking back home, on a dark fogy winter night, when a small figure lying huddled beside the abandoned lane leading to LBS Marg got my attention. At once I was held back to see someone in that position during midnight with no one around. My first guess was it could be some drunken chap who might have exceeded his limit and failed to walk home so resting his body on this cushion less path. But as I got closer I realized it was someone who was well dressed and for sure not a drunkard. With curiosity taking the front seat, I went near the body and tried to investigate it. To my shock there was blood all over the body which was lying face down. It seemed to me that a ruthless blow by a speeding vehicle by some careless freak could have caused the end of this body. The guy seemed to be of around my age. My first instinct was to call police, but second thought clashed with it, screaming at me to get away from here and save myself from this unnecessary trouble. I tried to see if I could find someone, but all I could find there was a dark misty fog everywhere with not a single soul on that road.

Diary of a Terrorist

Things had calm down after the intense firing between my team and the two terrorist that had stormed the terminus 20 minutes back, as I entered all that I witnessed was people lying dead in pool of blood, the count would be in 100's was my approximate assessment. In the cross firing we had shot down the two terrorist who were responsible for this dismay. When I reached near one of those dead insurgent I saw him lying with  a small diary in his left hand and a pen in another, he seemed in his early 20's wearing a fancy T-shirt and cargo. Later when I analyzed that day book I found out it was his diary where in he had written the detailed description of his daily activities. As I opened the first page, it read.........
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The 09:05 CST Local

Today was a special day for me, with a promotion I was reallocated to the head office in Colaba (Mumbai). A nice place for an office and though the distance was considerable, the newness seemed worth the trouble of commute. All set for this wonderful opportunity, I planned to leave well in time so that I won't be late for work on the first day, and with the reliability factor of local trains in the monsoon at back of my mind, I preferred leaving home well in advance. I reached Bhandup station near about 08:55 am, and b'cos of new office location, even my regular schedule of boarding had to be changed . As I reached platform no.2 my eyes tried to spot the indicator to see the next expected train, and it read 09:05 CST Slow. (CST: abbreviation for Chhatrapati Shajivi Terminus.) As the train approached the station, a mental preparation for a mini battle to get in the train started. And to my amazement, I could easily get in the I class compartment without having to bruise anyone. Just as Ghatkopar station arrived, I was fortunate enough to get a seat, with a sigh of relief I sat just next to the window. Being an early monsoon, the climate was pretty comfortable today as compared to some other days. It was drizzling outside. 

The train halted at Ghatkopar station and a throng of commuters rushed in. After few moments, I noticed a couple sitting on the adjacent seat who had boarded the train few minutes back, I presume. Well, there was nothing special about them in the first glance, late 20's, married most probably, the guy was busy reading his newspaper while the lady was talking to him and simultaneously she had a knitting kit and she was busy trying to to make something from the red/maroon yarn balls. Nothing special. The journey continued as I drowned in the music on the hands-free plugged to my cell.