CR - A Transition from Campus Rumpus

Well.... let's face it.... CR sounds way cooler than Campus Rumpus..... and also, it is the official lingo that we use for it. So, the name Campus Rumpus is undermined withut making the magazine lose it's identity.

And you might be wondering why the hell is a war being depicted...... well the philosopy corresponds to the cover story. Hostelism amounts to nothing less than a continuous war.

BuzZ! and Campus Rumpus

This is the Logo which I created for the newly launched newsletter BuzZ! which was supposed to come out. Unfortunately, due to unforseen circumstances, the name had to be withdrawn, even though the magazine had come out with the name BuzZ!

However, it was created with an intent, a reason. The whole point of giving this punky style to it is to connect with the reader and to grab his or her (ya, i mentioned "her" :-D) attention. If you notice, B is capital - Simply to denote the importance of it, and the rest of the letters grow bigger and bigger, showing a voice growing louder, with an explanation imbibing the excitement it had to generate.


I was asked to develop this in a similar format to BuzZ!. This was put as a sticker on top of the BuzZ! logo, ue to the problems with the name. This is further being used for the next newsletter as well.

IITD ke Funde

The Philosophy: The picture denotes a person running on a road which spans a long distance, symbolizing a fresher embarking upon his journey of the life of IITD, a journey, which is filled with twists and turns, denoted by the yellow marker, standing alone in the middle of the desert.

Also with the IITD background, the fields of joy and contentment seem to merge with the Multi Storey (MS) building, ultimately creating an effect of symbolism fading out to give reality.

>>>This is my first work for the BSP. Pity, they gave credit to someone else for this work. An errata was published in the newsletter.

Me & I

For the first time, I have treaded out of the familiar, into unknown territory. This poem explores extremely abstract concepts, which I have tried to illustrate, realizing in the process, my inherent limits. It shows that the clarity is missing.

I am me, and I am still not me
I am, what I have been made out to be.

I, my identity, has been stolen by society,
moulded and transformed to conform to the heirarchy.
What I wish is no longer my wish,
a dream is no longer my bastion,
It develops from the I in me.
I am me, and I am still not me.

I, an ego, has been drilled into me
A creative satisfaction of the community
I boast about me to the world
I croon along to one and all
I make me seem an inanity.
I am me, and I am still not me.

I, a keeper, has come to be
to disguise myself, and jail me
I wonder where I have let myself wander,
Little do I know about this blunder,
I have lost myself to thee.
I am me, and I am still not me.

I am me, and I am still not me
I am, what I have been made out to be.

Let me be recovered from the wandering, cursed,
I need to be made to discover the fault, disbursed,
Let the I be the I in me,
Please let me free.....I beg to be.

Enlightenment

Prologue: Night and Day are two very abstract concepts here which bring out the contrast they possess with respect to each other. Even though Night has been taken to be Negative, the theme of the poem is to denote the positivity in the negativity and vice versa.
Hope this helps make some sense...

A day beckons, to the encompassing night
to entwine it's darkness with impending light
But the night never agrees
It just stays and decrees
There will be no rays so bright.

But the sun never ceases to rise
It entangles and destroys the cries
of the night getting swallowed
till the time its narrowed
to misery after the day's uprise.

Day never gives night a choice
and night doesnt beg, or borrow
But the night never loses,
It still murks in darkness,
and masks itself as a shadow .

The Salty Sea

Away I float... in the salty sea...
Wondering what life would bring on me...
The shackles of support, that I take for granted,
May one day succumb, and leave me free...

For that day, I wait...
It's the day I dread...
For the salt of the sea, may one day vanish,
And the sea will drown me, in it's entirety...

A Day Of History

Awoken, I scrambled, in my exhilerating disillusion
From the slumber imposed on me, by a quavering dedication.
I shivered, I screamed, with a gory disdain
With the warmth of light, feeling like a shooting pain.

I gathered myself, from my own ashes
Rising as a phoenix, to the beckoning clashes.
However I sensed, a sense of Deja Vu to the fore
As I had a feeling of being there before.

In a forest full of life, brimming with light
In a world so serene, with a delicate green sight
Wildly natural, and yet civilized in conjunction
Perfect in entirety , and entirely in perfection.

It is here, I wish, all would have awoken
Forgive me for I, have still not spoken
Of how the day will come, I cant assert truly
I still reckon it will be, A Day of History.

The World of Her Eyes

When I glanced into those eyes, breathless
I saw the glint of a tear, flowing down.
I seeked with my eyes, senseless
For the feelings she enclosed within.

How I wish, I could see them
Rather than stare at the world’s inanity.
It leads me to a realization
Of how ironic, life can be.

Happy Diwali to All !!

Rendezvous Extended

These are my more recent posters.. I have some more, but dont have the time to convert and put them.

Apropos

To make, to break
To love, to hate

Apropos...In one's own way

In the circumstances, the situtation
Lies in ones own hands, the power
To give, to take
To seek, to lose
The gift of...
Destiny.

Apropos...
In ones own way.
Apropos...
In the world of today.
Apropos...
If you hear your say.
Apropos...
Forever it may.

The fusions, the diversions
of the thoughts in the mind
and the indecisions
To leave ,to wait
To live, to die
For the perfect...
Day.

Apropos...
In ones own way.
Apropos...
In the world of today.
Apropos...
If you hear your say.
Apropos...
Forever it may.

These are lyrics, which never got converted to a song.

Rendezvous 06. Chk it Out!!

Here are the reflections of my recent work regarding Rendezvous 06 and Phosphorescence 06. Check it out and DO comment. I will really appreciate it.


Here are the reflections of my recent work regarding Rendezvous 06 and Phosphorescence 06.
Check it out and DO comment. I will really appreciate it.

I am currently in the process of Finalizing two more posters , so do check this space.

P.S. Notice that the shivalik logo is an AMBIGRAM, i.e, If you rotate it by 180 degrees, you get back the same image. It is just as in Angels and Demons.
I would be wrong if I take the entire credit for that ambigram. Meher originally made it using pen and Paper. (Man, you are too good.).

So, I leave you to be the Judge...All I can say is....It's A Project cruX.

I Fear...

I fear the day,
on which, at dawn, the sun sets away.
I fear the night,
which comes before twilight.
I fear the rain,
of something other than watery drops.
I fear life,
for it continues and suddenly stops.

I fear the light,
which can render one blind.
I fear the dark,
in which the unknowns stalk.
I fear the noise,
which can dismantle your poise.
I fear the silence,
which keeps ringing in ignorance.

I fear rationality,
for then, I can't follow my heart.
I fear technicality,
for finding loopholes, you definitely have a start.
I fear logic,
for what is correct, might not be right.
I fear understanding,
for it's power to prove the wrong right.

And in the middle of all this,
I will remain.
When emotions and thinking interfere,
the road between right and wrong will pertain.
I fear,
I will be caught in it....forever.

Crossfire

Take a look around with your eyes wide open,
Into the shady lanes and the wild n dark den,
I told you not to go but you won’t listen,
And you can see what you now have done.....

I just don’t wanna look, wanna hear
I just don’t seem to heat, seem to fear
For what you all have done, is inexcusable
And I still can’t believe, you will do it, still...

Lets see if you can figure out what I am talking about. It's a very circumstantial poem.