Thursday, April 26, 2012

A Friend and Rum
Vivan Kamath
For my book, I made a handwritten diary loosely based on two stories I had heard casually from a family friend of ours. The story revolves around life in the Indian army and what some of the responsibilities you're given and the choices you make. I hand wrote the diary as if the main character was narrating and also put in dialogue in Hindi. The diary came in  sort of holdall that is issued to all people in the army which includes medicines, sewing kits, pens and pencils and other objects. The diary, apart from the text, comes with a picture of the two characters in the story, a picture of the main character's family and a picture of the main character's god (which I found out all officers usually carry with them). 
I don't know too much about the army life so it was difficult at first to get into the tone that I would use but I spoke to some people I knew in the army who helped create that scene in my head for me. 



As an officer in the military, you learn how to put aside your own opinion and unquestioningly follow orders. You figure out how to filter out the superfluous and learn to prioritize. Your sense of morality and the ‘greater good’ goes for a spin the day you put on your uniform and in time, you can’t tell when you got which scar. All this may sound terrible, as if I’ve destroyed my soul but I still believe in the purity of my principles. And I can say that with no shuddering of conscience.
The tone of voice in my writing may suggest a lack of emotion and you may presume that even that’s been filtered out. But, like I said, there’s filtering and there’s prioritising. Being an officer doesn't mean you become a slave to the government. You’re just a government employee with a difficult job. And like at most work places, you do make comrades and friends. You need to create your own system of understanding even with the civilians in the region.
At times of crisis, people want to grab onto those closest to them; part of this job is to contrive to be the closest and get the masses at your polar end. A number of strategies and tools are used to achieve this relationship; a key one being rum. As cold as it is up here in the mountains, rum is a big favourite with civilians and officers alike. And over a drink or two, you sometimes make friends with informers willing to share what they know for certain compensation.
I had called my ‘friend’ to the dhaba where we usually meet. The fire was lit, on the table stood two glasses and a bottle of rum. The food was still being cooked.
The cook was an ex-jawaan who had been injured and couldn’t serve anymore; he’s taken up this position to stay as close to the action as he could. He knew what the conversations we conducted were about but always kept them to himself. He knew where his loyalties lay.
My friend arrived a little while after me and greeted me warmly as he always did; more so than my own brother does. We sat and I poured him a drink to bring him some warmth in the blistering cold. He asked, “भाई  साहिब , आज  कोई  खास  बात  है  क्या ? जनमदिन  या  कुछ ? में  तो  आपको  परसों  खबर  लेकर  मिल्ने  वाला  था.” 
नहीं , नहीं  यार ,” I replied, “आज  बस  मिल्ने  का  मन  किया  तो  बुल्ला  लिया . काम  की  बात  हमेशा  होती  है.” The cook brought out some chicken, still steaming.
I began to tell my companion my favourite story. I hadn’t told it to anyone before and I didn’t know a better person for the first hearing. It was a story from a very long time ago; before I had the first white in my hair or the belly pickled by years of rum and chicken.
It was when I first joined the Army. We had been tipped off by someone that there were three terrorists hiding in a small house in the market place. I was picked as part of the team to bring them in. Geared up and racing through all the training tactics in my head, we arrived at the market place right in front of the house. We burst in with guns pointing in every direction, but there was no one in the house. All we got was the glimpse of a foot escaping through the window. It was them, they were running.
Split up, I was ordered, and pointed in the direction of one. He knew the marketplace much better than I did and managed to duck into every galli possible, darting over every wall he could find. His exit had been planned and he knew that it would be extremely difficult for anyone else to keep up. He largely kept to the crowded areas so as to not allow me to take a shot at him. No one stopped him but I didn’t really expect them to.
उस  कुत्ते  ने  मुझे  इतना  भगाया , इतना  भगाया ! और  तब , मुझे  मौका  मिल  गया .” He turned into a path with no one about and I took my shot. It hit him just as he took another of his turns; the bullet missed his back but went hard into his shoulder. I could see him fall to the ground around the bend. I moved forward slowly, ready for any surprises and stuck to the wall. I turned the corner and pointed my gun straight at him. He was bleeding profusely and didn’t seem to be armed. He didn't try to escape; he knew he didn’t have it in him anymore.
I took out the cuffs and approached him cautiously to arrest him when he shrugged me off and asked, “गोली  पहले  किसने  चलाई ?” “मैंने ” I said. “ तो आप  मुझे  Iरने  ही  वाले  थे . अगर  आप  मुझे  वापिस  लेजाओगे  तो  या  तो  aap  लोग  मेरी   आधी  जान lekar  हमेशा  के  लिए  कब्ज़ा करके रखोगे  या  फिर  मेरे  लोग  मुझे  मार  देंगे . अगर  आप  मुझे  पहले  गोली  चलाकर  मारने  ही वाले  थे,  तो  ab  भी  मार  सकते  हो.” And so I shot him dead. That was the first person I ever killed. Till then I had wondered if I would be able to handle it; to be able to kill another person. And I realised after that, killing them is what should be done, for us and for them.
और  आज  आप  मुझे  Iरने  वाले  हो.” My informer said as he finished his drink. He didn’t ask, he said.
There was an incident earlier today where some of my men had died. Good men. And it was because of my friend, the informer. He had been double crossing me; getting me to kill their people whom they needed sent away. But like the man I killed that first day, I didn’t want my friend to be tortured like I know he would be. I wanted a respectable death for him even if he hadn’t led the most respectable life. And that’s when I shot him.




The book I made was a children's illustrative book. The first half of the book is a pop up and and second half is a 3D book. The book was completely made digitally. Its a story about a 9 year old girl waking up to a loud bang which she hears in her backyard. As she investigates what it was she discovers that it was an alien and which can only be seen by her and no one else.
   It was quiet interesting working on it as it was my first time making a pop up as well as a 3D book. 






























Tuesday, April 17, 2012

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Thursday, April 5, 2012

Book in Hindi

ßbdVw fcV~Vw xf.kr le>rkÞ

vkHkkj

eSa bl ikB~;dze esa ekxZn'kZu ds fy, Jh ujsUnz dks] vuqokn esa enn gsrq Jh /khjsUnz flag dks vkSj ikB~;dze ds 'kh"kZd ,oa fdrkc dks fgUnh esa fy[kus gsrq izsfjr djus ds fy, dq0 vuqd`fr dsfM;k ,oa dq0 fiz;k vkj0 xkWa/kh dks /kU;okn nsrh gwWaA

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fcV~Vw ,d ckjg o"kZ dk yM+dk gSA  og gWaleq[k vkSj fouksnh LoHkko dk gS vkSj mlds dbZ fe= gSaA  lHkh mls ilan djrs gSaA  og O;fDr tks mls cgqr ilan djrk gS] os gSa mlds nknkthA  mlds nknkth mlds f'k{kd Hkh gSaA  os mls xf.kr i<+krs gSaA  xf.kr esa mldh :fp mRiUu djus ds fy, mlds nknkth izk;% NksVs&NksVs [ksyksa dk iz;ksx djrs gSaA  bl ckj dk [ksy Fkk& [ktkus dh [kkst] fcV~Vw dks lw= le>kus ds fy,A [ksy rS;kj djus esa nknkth dks iwjk fnu yx x;kA 

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nknkth fcV~Vw dks u;k lw= le>kus ds fy, cgqr gh mRlkfgr FksA  tc fcV~Vw fo|ky; ls okil ykSVk] nknkth us mls fcBk;k vkSj [ksy 'kq: dj fn;kA  fcV~Vw dks [ksy esa dksbZ etk ugha vk jgk FkkA  ,slk ns[kdj nknkth igys rks nq%[kh gq, vkSj fQj ijs'kku gksdj fcV~Vw ij fpYyk iM+sA  fcV~Vw vkWa[kksa esa vkWalw fy, dejs ls ckgj nkSM+ x;kA 

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fcV~Vw jksrs gq, lks x;kA  lksrs gq, mlus eglwl fd;k fd dksbZ mls mBk jgk FkkA  mls yxk fd os mlds nknkth gSaA  fcV~Vw iyVk vkSj cksyk& "ikWap feuV vkSj nknkthA"  rc fdlh us dgk& "rqe fdls nknkth cqyk jgs gks\"  blls pkSaddj fcV~Vw rqjUr lh/ks cSB x;kA  mlus vius nknkth dks vaxoL= vkSj /kksrh esa ns[kkA 

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fcV~Vw vk'p;Z esa Fkk og ugha tkurk Fkk fd D;k gqvk FkkA og ,d vatku txg ij mBk Fkk tgkWa ij mlds nknkth mls ugha igpku jgs FksA  mlus ml cw<+s vkneh ls iwNk& "rqe dkSu gks vkSj eSa dgkWa gwWa\"  vkneh us dgk& "cs'kd] rqe Hkkjr esa gksA"  ml vkneh us fcV~Vw ds gkykr vkSj eu%fLFkfr dks le>rs gq, crZu ls ,d fxykl ikuh fn;kA

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fcV~Vw mBdj f[kM+dh ls ckgj ns[kus yxkA bekjrksa vkSj okguksa ds ctk; mlus Hkkjrh; xkWao dh >yd ns[kh] ,d cgqr gh iqjkuk Hkkjrh; xkWaoA  og vkneh mlds lkeus vk;k vkSj viuk ifjp; fn;k& "eSa vk;ZHkV~V gWwa] ,d xf.krKA"  fcV~Vw tSls [kks x;k] ,d vkneh tks mlds nknk tSlk fn[k jgk Fkk] vius vkidks vk;ZHkV~V crk jgk FkkA

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fcV~Vw us vkneh ls iwNk&"D;k rqe ogh vk;ZHkV~V gks ftlus ikbZ dh [kkst dh\"  izfrfdz;k eas vk;ZHkV~V us cl gkWa esa viuk flj fgyk;kA  rc mlus Åij ns[kk vkSj fcV~Vw ls iwNk fd og ;g dSls tkurk gS D;ksafd ikbZ ml le; Hkh  iz;ksxkRed LVst ij FkhA  rc fcV~Vw us vk;ZHkV~V dks viuh dgkuh crkbZA 

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fcV~Vw dh dgkuh lqu dj vk;ZHkV~V dejs ds dksus ij x;s vkSj ,d ckWDl mBk;kA  mUgksaus mls fcV~Vw dks nsdj [kksyus dks dgkA  fcV~Vw us vk;ZHkV~V ls ckWDl ysdj ,dne ls [kksy fn;kA ckWDl [kkyh Fkk] mlesa nwljs lkeku j[kus ds fy, [kkWaps cus gq, FksA vk;ZHkV~V us mls vlgk; ns[kdj mldh dqN enn djus ds fy, mlls dgk& "eSa rqEgkjh enn dj ldrk gWawA"  fcV~Vw us flj ?kqek;kA  vk;ZHkV~V us dgk & "eSa ml O;fDr dks tkurk gwWa tks rqEgsa rqEgkjh nqfu;k esa ys tkus esa enn dj ldrk gSA ;g ckWDl cgqr gh egRoiw.kZ gSA" 

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vk;ZHkV~V us fcV~Vw dks crk;k fd ;g ckWDl mldks ,d LFkku ls nwljs LFkku ys tk;sxkA  vk;ZHkV~V us fcV~Vw dks viuk ikbZ fn;k vkSj dgk & "eq>s vk'kk gS blls rqEgsa enn feysxhA"  ueLrksijkar fcV~Vw us ckWDl [kksyk vkSj xk;c gks x;kA

 

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fcV~Vw tehu ij ysVk gqvk FkkA  mls T;knk dqN ;kn ugha Fkk fd D;k gqvk Fkk rHkh rhu vkneh vk;s vkSj mlds lkeus [kM+s gks x;sA  vkSj rc] fdlh us ddZ'k vkokt esa iwNk& ";g yM+dk dkSu gS\"  fcV~Vw fgy ugha ldkA  "bls njckj esa dkSu yk;k\" cyoku O;fDr ds ihNs ls vkrs gq, ,d vkneh us dgkA 

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fcV~Vw dks njckj esa ?klhVrs gq, yk;k x;kA  fcV~Vw us viuh vkWa[ksa [kksyha vkSj ,d vkneh dks flagklu ij cSBs gq, ns[kkA og mls dqN ifjfpr lk yxkA  og flagklu dh rjQ dqN dne vkxs c<+k ftl ij og vkneh cSBk FkkA  rc mls Kkr gqvk fd flagklu ij cSBk gqvk vkneh fcYdqy mlds nknkth vkSj vk;ZHkV~V tSlk fn[krk FkkA  flagklu ij cSBs gq, vkneh us mls crk;k fd og cschyksu dk jktk ukcksuklkj gSA  jktk us mlls iwNk fd og ;gkWa D;k dj jgk gSA  fcV~Vw us mls crk;k fd og fdlh pht dh [kkst esa vk;k Fkk fdarq og ugha tkurk fd og D;k gSA  ml vkneh us ;g tkurs gq, fd ml dSnh ls ckr djuk csdkj gS mls dkjkxkj esa Mkyus dk vkns'k fn;kA

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fcV~Vw dkjkxkj esa ,d csap ij cSBk gqvk Fkk rHkh mlus dqN inpki lquhA  jktk ukcksuklkj vk jgk FkkA  jktk vk;k vkSj dkjkxkj ds lkeus mlls ,d gkFk dh nwjh ij [kM+k gks x;kA  rc og cksyk & "vk;ZHkV~V us eq>s rqEgkjs vkus ds ckjs esa crk;k Fkk ij eSaus ;g dHkh ugha lkspk Fkk fd rqe brus NksVs gksxsA"  rc jktk us fcV~Vw dks crk;k fd og mls vxyk lw= nsxkA 

Riddle 1

foHkktu dk fpUg crkvks\

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fcV~Vw us lkspk fd mRrj fdruk vklku gSA  mls mlds nknkth }kjk yh gqbZ cWkMekWl d{kkvksa dh ;kn vkbZA  foHkktu ds flEcy esa ,d MS'k ;k LyS'k gksrk gS ftlds  Åij vkSj uhps fcUnh gksrh gSA ckWDl pedus yxkA  mls :yj tks fd mlus Hkkjr NksM+rs le; izkIr fd;k Fkk ds cxy esa ,d dEikl feykA  ckWDl esa vc nks phtsa FkhaA  fcV~Vw us jktk ls feyus ls igys dqN le; lksus dk fu'p; fd;kA

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lqcg tc fcV~Vw lksdj mBk mlus ns[kk fd jktk ckgj mldh izrh{kk dj jgk gSA  jktk ds psgjs ij ,d eqLdku FkhA  rc jktk us mu lHkh lokyksa ds tokc fn;s tks fcV~Vw iwNuk pkgrk FkkA  mlus fcV~Vw dks crk;k fd tSls&tSls og igsfy;ksa dks gy djrk tk;sxk ckWDl esa phtsa c<+rh tk;saxhA  ubZ phtksa ds tqM+us dk eryc mldh okilh vkSj djhc gks x;h gSA  izR;sd txg tgkWa og tk;sxk mls de ls de ,d pht tksM+uh gksxh tks ml ckWDl esa tkuh Fkh vU;Fkk og vxys ns'k esa ugha tk ldrk FkkA jktk us mls ;g Hkh crk;k fd le; vkus ij og [kqn tku tk;sxk fd mu flEcYl dk D;k djuk gSA  jktk dks /kU;okn nsrs gq, fcV~Vw us vxys LFkku ij tkus ds fy, ckWDl dks [kksykA 

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fcV~Vw ,d jsfxLrku esa igqWap x;kA  ogkWa ij dqN Hkh ugha Fkk vkSj dksbZ O;fDr Hkh ugha fn[k jgk FkkA  og D;k djs bldk mlds ikl dksbZ ladsr ugha FkkA  fcV~Vw us Nk;k dh ryk'k esa pyuk 'kq# dj fn;kA  ?kaVksa pyus ds ckn varr% fcV~Vw dks ,d fijkfeM fn[kkbZ fn;kA  mlus [kq'kh ls rst&rst pyuk 'kq# dj fn;k vkSj jkgr dh lkWal yh fd varr% mls ,d txg fey x;hA 

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blls igys fd fcV~Vw dqN dg ikrk] vkneh us mlls iwNk&"D;k rqe fcV~Vw gks\"  fcV~Vw us gkWa esa viuk flj fgyk;kA  "ge dgkWa gSa\" fcV~Vw us iwNk\ ml vkneh us crk;k fd ge bftIV esa gSaA  mlus ;g Hkh crk;k fd mldk vxyk ladsr fijkfeM esa gS vkSj fijkfeM ds vanj tkus ls igys fcV~Vw dks dqN igsfy;kWa gy djuk FkhaA  bruk  dgdj og okil eqM+k A

 

Riddle 2

eSa uhps ls QSyk vkSj Åij ls tqM+k gwWaA

eSa gj rjQ ls ,d tSlk gwWaA

esjs nks rjQ ,d tSls gSaA

esjk ,d gkFk ysVk vkSj nwljk gkFk [kM+k gSA

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fcV~Vw dk ckWDl pedus yxkA  bldk eryc Fkk fd ;g ns[kus dk le; vk x;k gS fd vc mlus D;k vftZr fd;k gSA  mlus ckWDl [kksyk vkSj ns[kk fd ckWDl dk lHkh lkeku viuh&viuh txg ij  iw.kZ FkkA  ogkWa ij fMokbMj] izksVsDVj vkSj isfUly Hkh FksA 

 

 

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fcV~Vw us fijkfeM ds vanj izos'k fd;k vkSj ml vkneh dks iqu% ns[kkA  ml vkneh us vxyk loky djus ls igys fcV~Vw dks tjk Hkh le; ugha fn;kA

gkfFk;ksa ds vkB iSj dc gksrs gSa\

 

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fcV~Vw bl igsyh dk mRrj cgqr vPNh rjg tkurk FkkA  ,d pht ftlij mls xoZ Fkk og Fkh mldh vadxf.krh; ;ksX;rkA  mls vadksa ds lkFk [ksyus esa cgqr etk vkrk FkkA  mlus mRrj fn;k& nksA  bftIV;u mlds 'kh?kz mRrj ls izlUu gqvk vkSj mldk vfHkoknu fd;kA  fcV~Vw us ckWDl fudkyk ;g ns[kus ds fy, fd vc mlesa D;k vk;k gS\ ckWDl vc iw.kZ Fkk ftldk eryc Fkk fd vc mls dsoy ,d LFkku ij tkuk Fkk vkSj lcdqN Bhd gks tk;sxkA  fcV~Vw us bftIV;u dks ueLdkj fd;k vkSj pyk x;kA

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tSls gh og vius vxys LFkku ij igqWapk fcV~Vw us vius vkidks fxjrs gq;s ik;k vkSj varr% ,d LVkWy ij vkdj :dkA  ogkWa fHkUu&fHkUu LVkWYl dh ykbusa Fkha] diM+ksa ls jRuksa rd] Hkkstu ls f[kykSuksa rdA  ;|fi] ftl LVkWy ij og :dk Fkk og f[kykSuksa dk FkkA  LVkWy dk ekfyd tks fd vius lhus ij vius nksuksa gkFkksa dks ckWa/ks gq, [kM+k Fkk] fcV~Vw dks vkSj mlls mRiUu [krjs dks ns[k jgk FkkA  fcV~Vw {kek ekWaxus ds fy, [kM+k gqvk ysfdu rHkh ,d vkneh vk;k vkSj mls ?klhVrs gq, ,d xqQk esa ys x;kA 

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;g vkneh Hkh fcYdqy mlds nknkth dh rjg fn[krk FkkA  vr% fcV~Vw tku x;k fd ;g vkneh mls vxyk lw+= nsxkA  ,d ladjs jkLrs ls ikWap feuV pyus ds ckn og ,d [kqys LFkku ij igqWapkA  fcV~Vw us tks Hkh vanj ns[kk mlls og HkkSapDdk jg x;kA

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;g ,d iz;ksx'kkyk dh rjg FkkA  ogkWa ij vkneh vkSj vkSjrsa CySdcksM~lZ ij] viuh VscYl ij ,csdl vkSj :fcDlD;wc ds lkFk dk;Z dj jgs FksA  fcV~Vw ds vxys iz'u dks tkurs gq, vkneh us dgk fd ;s yksx ftUgsa rqe dke djrs ns[k jgs gks] bl le; lw=ksa ij vkSj lehdj.kksa ij iz;ksx dj jgs gSa fd muls D;k&D;k gks ldrk gSA  ftKklk ;gkWa cgqr egRoiw.kZ gSA  rqEgkjk vkf[kjh lw= Hkh rqEgsa ;gha fn;k tk;sxkA mlus mls ,d fpV nh tSlk fd mlus dgk FkkA

Riddle 3

xzhd o.kZekyk dk vkBokWa v{kj crkb;sA

 

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fcV~Vw us iwNk fd og mUgsa tkurk gS ysfdu ;g le; dqN vyx Fkk] mls dqN vuqeku ugha Fkk fd mRrj D;k gks ldrk FkkA  vr% mlus dqN nsj vkjke ls Vgyus dk fu'p; fd;kA  og ,d ;qorh ds lkeus vk;k tks fd pkWdcksMZ ds lkeus fopkjksa esa xqe Fkh] og ml ij dke dj jgh FkhA  iwjs cksMZ ij ikbFkkxksjl izes; fy[kh gqbZ FkhA  mlus vuqeku yxk;k fd og ;qorh muls 'kk;n vkSj vf/kd lehdj.k gy djus ij dke dj jgh FkhA  ;qorh dks vkHkkl gqvk fd fcV~Vw mls ns[k jgk gSA fcV~Vw us mldks viuk ifjp; fn;kA mlus ;qorh dks vius ckjs esa vkSj viuh ftKklk ds ckjs esa crk;kA  ;qorh mldh dgkuh ls izHkkfor gqbZA  fcV~Vw us mls vius orZeku ladsr ds ckjs esa Hkh crk;kA  ;qorh us mls crk;k fd ;|fi mldk mRrj crkdj og mldh enn dj ldrh Fkh fdarq ;g dqN ,slk gS tks mls [kqn izkIr djuk gksxkA blds ctk; mlus mldks ,d vfrfjDr ladsr fn;k ;g dgdj fd og pht ,d flEcy gS tks fd ikbFkkxksjl izes; esa iz;ksx gksrk gS vkSj 'kwU; ls feyrk&tqyrk gSA  fcV~Vw us mu lHkh flEcYl dks fxuuk 'kq: dj fn;k tks fd ikbFkkxksjl izes; esa vk ldrs Fks] ßvYQkW] chVk] xkWek] MsYVkWÞ vkSj rHkh mlds eu esa [;ky vk;k vkSj og tksj ls mRrj fpYyk iM+k "FkhVk"A  blesa mls dksbZ lansg ugha FkkA  ckWDl pedus yxk] mldh jksekapd ;k=k ds var ds ladsr esaA  mlus ckWDl [kksyk vkSj FkhVk flEcy mlesa ik;kA 

 

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fcV~Vw dks vkf[kjh loky dk tokc fey x;kA  og [kq'kh ls mNyus yxk tc lHkh Hkkjr] cschyksu] bftIV vkSj xzhl ds yksx ogkWa vk x;sA  rc vk;ZHkV~V us dgk& "fcV~Vw bruk 'kh?kz ughaA  okil tkus ls igys rqEgsa vHkh Hkh ,d igsyh gy djuh gSA  ckWDl dk lkeku ckgj fudkyksA"  fcV~Vw us rqjar gh ckWDl ls lkjh phtsa ckgj fudky nhaA  mlus lkuku ls flEcYl dks vyx dj fy;kA  jktk ukcksuklkj us dgk fd rqEgkjk vafre dk;Z ;g gS fd rqEgs bu flEcYl dks lgh dze esa yxkuk gSA

Riddle 4

,d fpUg vkSj yxkdj lw= cukvksA

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fcV~Vw us lw= cuk fy;kA  og tku x;k fd bls dSls djuk gSA  flEcYl leku fn[krs FksA  mlds nknkth dkQh le; ls mls ;g fl[kkus dh dksf'k'k dj jgs FksA  ckWDl iqu% pedus yxkA  fcV~Vw vius ihNs [kM+s gq, yksxksa dks ns[kus ds fy, ?kwekA  lHkh Bhd oSls gh eqLdqjk jgs Fks tSls fd mlds nknkth mlds }kjk fdlh iz'u ds gy gksus ij eqLdqjkrs FksA  fcV~Vw us mu lHkh dks mldh enn djus ds fy, /kU;okn fn;kA  mlus ?kj okil tkus dh bPNk ds lkFk ckWDl dh vksj ns[kk vkSj og izdk'k esa xk;c gks x;kA

 

 

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vc tSlk fd mlus lkspk Fkk mRrj Li"V fn[k jgk FkkA  fcV~Vw dks var esa viuk mRrj fey x;kA lHkh cqtqxZ O;fDr ,d ykbu esa [kM+s gq, Fks vkSj muds psgjs ij ,d larks"k FkkA  fcV~Vw dks ,d njoktk fn[kkbZ fn;k tks fd ped jgk Fkk] bldk eryc Fkk fd mlds ogkWa ls tkus dk le; vk x;k FkkA  fcV~Vw vius nknkth dks ;kn dj jgk Fkk vkSj mUgsa ;g crkus ds fy, cgqr mRlqd Fkk fd mlds lkFk D;k&D;k gqvk Fkk vkSj dSls mlus ,d ubZ pht lh[khA

 

 Anukriti Arora

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Eenie Meanie Minnie







The premise of this book is to look at the same set of events through a series of characters through the narrative. Every event is viewed differently by the viewer of that event.

The title of the book comes from the childhood game ,'Eenie, Meanie, Miny, Mo....' because of the structure that the story can be approached through any of the characters of the book.


The inspiration of the whole story, especially that of Mini comes from the Greek tale of King Minos and the Minotaur. One of the protagonists of the story abandons his family and arranges a complex labyrinth for them to find out the truth.

The handmade elements of the book are that it is an old art book that has three 14 page booklets embedded inside it with an adjoining page having book elements that are reflective of the stories in the books.


The fonts used for the body text throughout the book is a sans serif font, Century Gotham and the cover fonts include Rockwell, Ashby Medium and Kingthings Knobson.


Documentation based on the guidelines discussed in class.


Plot
The basic principle I followed was to write an overall umbrella story and divide individual stories into the following pattern

Main Plot- Sub plot- Plot- Sub Plot- Plot
The sub-plots were my favorite tools as each of the characters could have their internal personal stories outside the narrative structure.

Structure
The structure of the book was that you could start reading any of the three separate stories in any order, and end with the same story.

Words
I intended an adult audience for the book. The distinguishing factor was that Miny's story was written in first-person while the two others were written in third person.

Subject
The subject is a family story that deals with the issues of death, abandonment and the hero stereotype that we hold on to in our lives.

Style

I wrote the three stories which were characterized by 3 ways of observation; thinking/feeling, intuition and sensory.
Books and Movies that were an inspiration.

The Lilac Bus, by author Maeve Binchy.
Roshomon
Vantage Point
12 Angry Men

Friday, March 30, 2012

Saturday, March 24, 2012

story line.

please have a look before its uploaded on the website. m not very sure of it or confident as its my first attempt at writing for children. 

Friday, March 23, 2012

Front or back of the book

Welcome. You are now, the proud owner of the diary that was once mine.

Chapter one

A year from now, I will be dead. However uncanny, this is a fact. I know every little detail about my violent death as I have the ability to foretell the future and alter it. Unfortunately, while I have the power to transform the lives of others I cannot do the same for myself. This power is not a gift as one might think. It is a family business. Father, grandpa, great grandfather and his father before him have all delved in altering lives. We Fiddlers, could control our own lives at one point. However some fifty years ago, a greedy uncle chose to kill everyone in his village indiscriminately which changed everything. We lost our power to control our lives with the condition that if we misuse our powers we would be sent to another world with infinite hours of labour.

Grandpa, the best Fiddler in the village, once told me "One should learn to detach oneself from the lives one alters. A "Fiddler" modifies ones fate to benefit others not oneself. That is a sign of a true Fiddler."

It has been over ten years and I can proudly say that I have never been tempted by the power I can very easily misuse and exercise…

 

Chapter two

Cannot wait to tell you what happened! While I was sitting on my bed winding by clock as usual, a letter painted in gold, landed on my window sill. Receiving letters every morning was not new as many approach me in this manner when change is required in their lives.

 But the gold paint? Was this a special task, I wondered. So I jumped out of bed and rushed to read it.

"Wind your clock and alter the lives of the following beautiful women.

They are: Snow White, Cinderella and Lady Mermaid from Neverland.

The almighty needs them urgently. Remember, you have to do this quietly. They should be unaware of your plans. If you complete this mission successfully then you will gain the power to control your own life."

A chance, to control my own life?

I could not believe it! On winding it, the usual option of learning about their current life cropped up. . Snow White, was the daughter of a very famous king. After her mother's death, her father married another woman. Her step mother was obsessed with beauty therefore, when she saw Snow White, it gave her great happiness as she did not like associating with unattractive people.  Cinderella was a beautiful girl with two younger step sisters, stepmother and her own father. Her stepmother always wanted a pretty daughter as she felt beauty was the key to climbing the social ladder. Lady Mermaid, the princess of the sea was known for her beauty and her swimming prowess. The whole kingdom loved her for her kindness .She despised humans that lived on the shore after her dearest uncle lost his life during one of those excavations.

Key words:

Snow white –daughter of famous king-step mother-beauty

Cinderella- stepmother- step sisters-social ladder.

Lady Mermaid- Princess-strokes as swimmer- kingdom- humans

 

Torn pages-  to show irritation on not knowing what to do.

Chapter three

This is frustrating.

I know how to alter lives but to alter it to cause death? How can I bring them closer to death?

DEATH DEATH DEATH .All I can think of is this apple I am eating.

APPLE (smudged half way)

Chapter Four

 Sorry for not having written. But the unexpected has happened! Cousin Anne has married a Normal!

How could she? The Book of Laws clearly states that "if a Fiddler challenges society by marrying a Normal (a man who cannot claim or prove to alter lives), then he or she will cease to exercise any of their powers as a Fiddler.

She was so good at it and she has given it all up for a Normal. On top of that, with her departure the designation of Executive Fiddler for our Generation is open. She gave that up.  It just doesn't seem to make any sense.

Letter

"Do not brood over Cousin Anne. If you choose to ignore the task at hand , then you will have to bear the following consequences. Firstly, you will lose your power to control your life. Secondly, you will not be allowed to apply for the position of Executive Fiddler. Lastly, the Fiddler that succeeds Anne will gain the power to manipulate his or her life.

P.S:  Before you make any asinine comment attach this to your diary as a constant reminder of what is at stake."

Chapter Five

Mindmap of the apple-leading to Snow white's death.(unclear)

Chapter Six

The relief of finally figuring out one of the ends is indescribable! So here goes Snow White's end.

After much thought, I decided to take the idea of beauty forward.

 Since the Queen is obsessed with her appearance, I decided to tamper with that and make her insecure of Snow White's beauty. This jealousy is taken to a whole new level when the queen decides  to hire a hunter to kill her however after that fails, she decides to take the matter into her own hands and visit her in a disguise and poison her with an apple .(sketch)

The end result seems closer. I know I will struggle with the other two but having completed one has given me hope.

Chapter Seven

Mindmap of Cinderella.(circling the point of the climbing the Social ladder)

Greed is a great element to play with! I never knew I could come up with these changes.

This scenario seems too serene. I have to manipulate the relationship  the  stepmother has with her. In this version, I am going to ruin their relationship and alter the step mother's feelings towards Cinderella by slowing converting her already unattractive children into ghastly looking monsters. Thereby, increasing the animosity between the sisters. All these events will in effect ruin their chances to climb the social ladder as no prince will choose the stepsisters. After seeing these atrocities, a fairy god mother decides to take matters into her own hands and rescue Cinderella. She helps her go to the annual Ball. However along the way, the carriage loses  wheel, and goes off the road causing a fatal accident and Cinderalla is kaput.

Chapter eight

On the way back from Church, I saw Jane and Mathew playing with each other in the lake. It made me think of Lady Mermaid.

How about a love story? Got an idea!

A mission to save a dolphin from human capture leads Lady Mermaid to charge towards the crawler -however on doing so she is almost killed by one of the metal shafts. But Prince Norman comes to her rescue . Instead of thanking him, she starts reprimanding him for all the ill they have caused for the sea world down below. However, fate makes brings them together repeatedly and love blooms. A cryptic message is sent to her saying that "any contact with a human" will lead to her death. The minute they kiss she disintegrates and dies.

DONE.

Chapter Nine:

I have finally completed the task. I received one more letter.

Letter

Congratulations on having completed the task successfully. Wait for the next letter. On receiving the latter, you will gain the power to control your own life.

P.S:You cannot take any other mission till you receive the aforementioned letter.

 

Chapter Ten

The unthinkable has happened!

While cleaning my watch, an owl visited me. This has always proved to be a bad omen.

What am I to make of this?

I cannot even tell my family about this as it would mean disclosing the whole mission

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Letter

You have been tricked. This was not a test to let you control your life but to test your greed for power and you failed. Shame on you. The ladies were informed of the untimely death the minute they reached heaven. They have been given the opportunity to seek revenge provided they work together.

How am I to react to this? I am scared. I apologize for being greedy but I do not want to die…

Letter

Stick this letter into your journal at once.

The ladies have decided to avenge their own deaths by working together. In fact , they must be on their way to your house! Don't stop reading the letter as that would put you in further danger. The ladies will take a (weapon) to kill you.I am told, you have always feared being killed by a(weapon)….It only seemed appropriate


Towards the end of the letter,a part of it, as you can see is folded. Open it.

AHA! Having opened it,you have given me the power to control your fate and the minute you finish reading this letter you will be hammered to death.

Chapter Eleven

Having killed the Fiddler, the ladies lived happily ever after by going back to their own happy lives.