Five things I miss about India

• Bashing stupid hindi movies

If I can't see any stupid hindi movies, I have nothing to say about them. Sure I could dig up info about super duper flop movies, through the internet, but that's just too much trouble to go through. In India, it was all right in my face on tv, in the newspapers on the radio and around my peers. So I could just pick up anything and start yapping. I used to feel so fulfilled but now... nothing.

• Bashing stupid hindi soap operas

Well, you couldn't not be expecting this. I mean only thing more 'laughable' than the stupid 'fillums' is the tv serials. And they are on every damn night on the telly if your mom...or in some cases even your dad... is sitting there. And nothing pleases me more than pissing off a cousin who is busy watching one of his favourite serials. LOL.

• Washing my ass with water in the loo
  

Haha... Actually, this was the one that started the ball rolling in my head. I just can't describe it in words... maybe I'll have to draw the picture that's in my head and show it to you. :P

• Cursing at and getting cursed by crazy drivers on the road

The drivers here are a little too 'polite' for my liking. I really enjoyed the moments of acomplishment when I've just cut off some other driver or overtaken another lame-o who thought he was such a badass driving that fast. I know flicking off a dude once got me into trouble, but I don't regret or despise that incident.

• Being forced to eat food

Yep. Life's just no fun anymore with nobody telling me to 'eat this vegetable!' I really enjoyed not conforming to the will of my elders specially with respect to food. Now that I can eat whatever I want, life's lost its meaning. Moreover, deciding which one of the pizzas or noodles to eat has become the hardest thing ever! In India however, life was simple. I had two choices the food that I don't like and the food that I like. And I always went for....you know what! ;)

Devious entry

Hey fellas, after keeping my blog picture free and dial-up safe for a really really long time, I am finally going to embed it with a deviation of mine, and maybe I will keep doing this. I used the blog this link in deviantart to make a link to my drawing of a cartoon based on pranav's picture which is in my facebook album right now.(I wonder how come its not on flickr...and if it is, why didn't I find it? Well, anyways, here is the drawing, click to go to deviantart and see it large or download the highest res scan. I will be coloring it in photoshop soon. look out for that too then.

till then take care.





My favourite cartoon by ~yashrg on deviantART

Another SAT-UR-DAY!

I told you saturdays were my unlucky day. Its as if they were cursed or something. Today I got a nasty paper cut!...... OK, I was joking....about saturdays being the most awful week of the day. However, the part about 'NASTY' papercut was not a joke. What are you snickering about? Have you ever had a papercut from a 24 inches long edge of newsprint paper? Didn't think so! It burns real bad! And it was just above the nail on my right index finger. I couldn't draw for a few mins... But after a while I was back to making a mess on my pad. Yep! fun 6 hours of drawing!

Last night I had another one of those 'divine intervention' type experience when SOMEHOW, I almost ended up calling pranav, in my sleep. Yes, even the number was dialed and everything. I am not sure if I mentioned the sms thing before, but regardless, I'll tell it to you again.(actually I'm just too lazy to go through the 'ONLY 7' posts which have both the words sms and pranav in them) I had sent an sms to mayank once, and it ended up going to pranav's cell. I checked and rechecked my message history and made sure that it wasn't actually sent to two numbers from my cellphone. It was just some network glitch or as I like to call it, 'miracle'. Then there were times when instead of dialing other people's numbers, my fingers just went over the keys 9850....(I don't want to disclose his number here) and ended up calling or smsing him. So considering that I did such things while I was awake and totally conscious, it comes as no surprise that his number got dialed from my cellphone while I was sleeping and subconscious. but the question is HOW!

Sleeping nude

Last night, when I was getting ready to go to bed, it was 24 degrees and even though I had opened the window, my room was pretty warm. So I shut the door, turned off the light and got into my bed and tucked myself into my throw. Now some of you may feel I'm going into uncharted territory here, but bear with me for this one post okay?....pleeeeeeeeese? If its not embarassing for me to type this, why is it awkward for u to read? Oh come ON! I'm not describing a wet dream here!

Now for the brave and courageous who dare to venture further below, the rest of the story :

As I started feeling hot down under, so I just took off my shorts and my undies. Now I was completely naked. And considerably cooler and more comfortable. I didn't even worry about anyone walking in on me like that. Because even though there's no lock here, its my room and no one will walk in without knocking. Privacy and personal space and everything is given much importance here. Not like in India where I couldn't even close my bedroom door without making the parents REALLY suspicious and angry. And if I didn't lock it, EVERYONE would waltz right into the room without giving a second thought. If I slept in real late, even the bai would come into the room and start cleaning and BOY would that have been embarrassing! So I could never do that in India. The best I did was sleep in my shorts...

Even the ONLY computer in the house was in MY room. Dad would come in and start using it whenever he had to, and that ancient thing made noise loud enough to wake me up! If not dad, then other times it was Divya. I thought having my own room would be great and very personal, but I was wrong. And I really pity harsh in seoni, as he never got a room to himself... considering it was a joint family, it was not going to change. But now he's finally out of the house and in a hostel... Hmm... ever considered that boys only want to get away from home so that they can sleep nude? No really, not having underwear opposing your erection while sleeping is amazing. Is that too much to ask for?

My favourite work so far....DESTROYED!

Since the moment I finished painting the yellow on the tiger, I have been tingling to scan it and upload it on deviantart. That was a 2d design assignment for john parker in the first semester of my art fundamentals at Sheridan. I had spent the whole night on just that 8x13 piece of illustration board and the sense of achievement I felt after that was un-be-lievable! And more so when I heard others say that it was looking really good.

I couldn't wait to get the assignment back from john parker and when I finally did, it was like I won my biggest prize to date.... Nah, not really. I only looked at the bad rendering. I thought was it really this way when I submitted it? well, all that didn't matter because I could finally show it to my friends! The scanner was too small for the board, so I would have to take a picture of it. I got back home and I decided I should go to the bank and deposit some money in my account. So I walked all the way to dominion and had a slice of pizza, and walked back, really tired. Internet wasn't working so I couldn't have uploaded the picture on deviantart so I didn't bother taking a picture. And college started at 8 on thursdays so I went to bed.

And I have been regretting each and every thing I did this morning! I took my black bag to the college. It had newsprint rolls that I'd need for life drawing, but I didn't remove my 2d design assignment. I went into the class and sat on the top row where maurice was sitting. I plonked down my bag there and Freddy came and sat next to maurice. Later, he had to walk out for some stupid reason, and while coming back, he stepped/tripped on my bag! And that was it! My 2d design assignment illustration board was bent and the paper torn! I actually didn't know about it then so I carried on as usual.

Then later when I decided to take it out to show it to tay, I saw the wrinkled envelope. I still didn't think he had actually damaged the illustration board. But I was in for a rude shock when I opened the docket. I saw that there is a huge visible white line on it now, and the cardboard is permanently bent. I am so fuckin pissed at everyone and everything right now that I can't think of anything else! I don't even know if its going to be possible to restore it to its original form even in digital media using photoshop or anything similar. I feel like i've lost all purpose. I know only one thing that'll cheer me up right now...

Diwali in may

I missed the season finale of Heroes last night because the neighbours had brought some fireworks and were setting them off at around 9:30 pm. Damn! I would have really loved it if they would have done it some other time. First shawn came to tell us that they were gonna start in 10 minutes. After they had started, I looked out the door, but the fireworks had paused so I got back in. Then, (I'm really sorry I am not good with remembering names I've only heard once... sharon?) rang the doorbell and called us out. There was even going to be a special preview of the fantastic four! And everyone in college was gonna be talking about this episode tomorrow... but I went out because I knew I could download that damn television show later on. But kevin stayed inside. Well, his loss.

There were a whole bunch of people there, a lot of neighbours had come. And ofcourse, kids! It was pretty cold outside and I was not even wearing socks just slippers. We sat on the sheets on the lawn, and watched eric and shawn and scott set them off. It wasn't 'exactly' how we celebrated diwali but it was as close as it was gona get. And as soon as they set off the next roman candle, I was filled with nostalgia. I guess you can go into the archives and dig up a post from diwali.. Anyways, I didn't get into conversation with anybody there about diwali, but I would have loved to. Would have loved to tell them the incident with vicky... that he burst an 'atom bomb' in his hand and ripped his thumb off when he was two.. LOL. would have loved to see their reactions on that.

The parents here are extra concerned when it comes to their kid's safety. The other day with mickey in the restaurant, I couldn't control my laughter when I overheard two people talking about firecrackers being sold to little kids. And then the kids going and doing crazy stuff with them and getting hurt in the process. Their solution, outlaw selling firecrackers to young kids. Come on! So the parents are really concerned, but not cautious enough. Parents need to look after their kids too, not have the government do everything for them! Where are your kids getting the money to buy firecrackers? How do they get to go to a store all by themselves? And how can they go spend time away from adults without your knowledge? Oh man, this really wasn't the idea of my blog post...

Moving on, I also got to see some really amazing fireworks apart from the ones these guys had brought. There were people in the park who were setting off really fancy fireworks and I totally loved those. There was a particular type that went in all random dirctions like buzzing bees. It looked trippy. Then they probably had some kind of huge pack that kept shooting many different designs in the air in a syncronised fashion for a really long time. I just wished I had my fulifilm finepix f10 or a canon 350D to take some pics. The sony cybershot would have been good for nothing here, specially handheld. I also got to blast some party poppers. what Harsh called 'lasun bomb' they explode with a sound if u thow them on the ground. Those were real fun. I wish I could get a whole bunch of those and use them whenever I am bored or want to play a prank or something..

Poetry by our young yash rajendra gupta

Ok, this is going to be a laughing riot so I want u to be prepared. I was reading poems at meghna's blog, vivid vibes, and I remembered that there was a poem I once wrote. I was in 5th or 6th grade, and I really wanted a dog. I had seen a little pomerian dog at my friend's house and I was really into the idea of keeping a pet. I tried persuading my parents for one, and they refused. I was really upset by the whole thing and I don't know why or how, I wrote my first poem. Later on, I entered into the poetry contest on poetry.com and the poem got in the top 1000's or something like that.

So I thought, what if its still on there? I could read that poem again and it would be such a nostalgic and amazing feeling. I dug it up, and it was amazing. Amazingly funny that is! I couldn't help laughing at the poem myself. I know I hurt the feelings of the 10 or 11 year old me, but its okay. He'll get over it(I hope). If not, I'll have to time travel back and apologize to the poor fella without destroying the space time continuum.. boy that's gonna be tough. LOL

So here goes nothing.

I want a friend

I want a friend,
A very special friend.....
Not a best friend for I have one,
Its called man`s best friend
Which I have none.
I want a dalmation which is in my imagination
It would be a pup,
I would feed it in a cup,
I would take care of it like a crystal cup.
But I dont think my imagination true,
cause mom thinks pets are brute.
What I can do more is only plead
To make dad bring me what I need

The original link is this I believe. if that doesn't work, go to poetry.com and search for yash gupta ofcourse.