This one’s very unlike my usual brush strokes.. but somehow I couldnt go with the bold streaks this time.. stayed on the shallow side of the water colors.. as mild as it could get.. perhaps the view of the calm lake from my window got me this effect!
Or was it the lack of cribbing @work!?!
What do u guys say!?!
This is the place i usually live in.. the only thing not in the frame (other than the fellow characters like my genie and my simba, to count a few) here is a waterfall – but thats because i was drawing this while sitting under a waterfall!
(Of course! It was needless to say that – you must have guessed it. Just because u guys post on my blog doesn’t really mean that you are absolutely useless and dumb creatures with nothing else to do but comment on some lazy spook’s doodles!)
BTW, this one is to only put a halt over the threatening mails I’ve been getting lately for updates on this blog.. (one of them apparently was from some alleged Taliban guy from an id of Talib Guy revolts! revolts? against what ? Against.. my doodles?? uh..ahem! I wont get into that!)
Will be posting some more stuff.. stay tuned – or stay unplugged! And while at it, tell me one thing you definitely want in ur own dreamy place!
Mine is water! obviously!
I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things… I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind… doodling is like breathing 
so tell me, what are those ‘little things’ which arent really ‘little’ and stir the enthu in you!?! 
Thats what I do ( in the office! psst. psst.. keep this a secret, okay! ) – steal others chaicups put it on my A4 sheet and start doodling on them & then put my scanner for some good use! 
You can do it too – but remember, while you do that, show yourself absolutely engrossed in it & remember to spread a hell lot of files around you. This has proven the effect that people passing by you would think you are actually working upon something so important (and maybe urgent too – if you can act well along side doodling rubbish) that you should be disturbed.. atleast not at this moment!
Am telling ya! It works!
Am so happy!! Now that its over (after an endless month), i can start from office for home by atleast 7.30-8 pm and thanx to Bombay’s commuting, can actually reach home before 10 at night almost everyday (every night).. No more ‘Damn-hectic‘ schedule – only ‘hectic‘ schedule now on!
Its Frreeeeeedoooomm… Yeeeaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer – i havent drawn THIS particular toon!
Another story of small beginnings and social innovation
(specially, if one thinks of the millions of books that people sell off or throw away, just because they don’t need them any more… because they have read them over and over again, becauase kids have grown up, because exams are over…)
The Room to Read story begins in 1998 with Founder & CEO John Wood. In 1998, John was an overworked Microsoft executive looking for the quiet solitude of a trekking vacation. While backpacking in the Himalayas, John met a middle-aged Nepalese man who invited him to visit a school in a neighboring village. Hoping for a chance to see the real Nepal, rather than his tourist’s trek, John agreed. Little did he know this short detour would change his life forever.
The man John met was a Nepalese “Education Resource Officer.” However, John soon discovered that despite his huge heart and tremendous work-ethic (traveling mountain passes on foot to visit his schools), this man had very little resources to offer the schools in his charge. At the school John came face to face with the harsh reality confronting millions of Nepalese children – there were almost no books. John was stunned to discover that the few books they had – a Danielle Steele romance, the Lonely Planet Guide to Mongolia, and a few other backpacker castoffs – were so precious that they were kept under lock and key… to protect them from the children!As John left the village that day, the school headmaster made a simple request: “Perhaps, Sir, you will some day come back with books.” His request would not go unheard. After returning from his trek, John emailed friends to ask for their help in collecting children’s books, and was overwhelmed with the response – over 3,000 books arrived within the next two months. The following year, John returned to Nepal, rented a yak, and returned to the village to deliver the books.
On that trip, John made a decision. He would leave the corporate world in order to devote himself to starting a new non-profit. In his memoir, Leaving Microsoft to Change the World, John explains, “Did it really matter how many copies of Windows we sold in Taiwan this month when there were millions of children without access to books?” In late 1999, John quit his executive position with Microsoft and started Room to Read.
With Room to Read, John sought to marry the corporate business practices he learned at Microsoft with an inspiring vision – to provide the lifelong gift of education to millions of children in the developing world. He contended that with 750 million illiterate adults worldwide and 100 million children without access to school, a non-profit “with the scalability of Starbucks and the compassion of Mother Theresa” was required.
To date, Room to Read operates in Nepal, Combodia, India, Laos, Sri Lanka, Vietnam and South Africa, has impacted lives of close to 1.5mn kids, has created over 4,100 schools and libraries, awards 3,400 scholarships to girls, has published 150 children’s books in local languages…
and my defense rests in the hands of a certified idiot.
I will explain.
the certified idiot is Me. The accuser is My Dad. He most often claims, my room looks so disastrous that if ever plague has to find its roots to spread in bombay – it’ll be this historic place which we all call “My room”!
He points that I should marry an archaeologist – since only an expert can dig out things “hidden” in my room! People, please explain – WHERE THE HELL DOES THE SUBJECT OF MARRIAGE COMES INTO QUESTION HERE???? Instead – i can keep a dog, you know! Am sure it would be more efficient.. and wouldn’t crib much! Anyway!
There is something about him that i never get – AND, there is anything and everything, he claims, that he never gets in my room! Excuze me, WHY DO YOU NEED TO FIND ANYTHING IN MY ROOM??? KEEP IT IN YOUR ROOM IF YOU WANT TO FIND IT!!!
Is it just us, or all ‘unimaginative-dad’ and ‘cool-n-creative-daughters’?
Am beginning to get concerned for my dad! He ought to have some normal perspective on normal living! don’t u think?
p.s: i wish there was a <ctrl+f> in life and i could gift it to my dad! life would have been “happy ever after” (for both of us)
one of my ‘alleged’ fan demanded (read – threatened, tortured, got on my nerves) that i should draw his cartoon – here it is! Go Nutts!
p.s: yeah – hez quite ‘ok’ in cricket – ‘allegedly‘ never gets hit-wicket (unlike me) and ‘allegedly’ can take as many wickets in a match as the number of players batting from the other team in 2 overs straight! ‘ALLEGDLY‘!
The only problem while doing nothing is, you just never know when are you done with it! Its very tedious, i tell you! and its tough! But then, somebody has to do it!
*Phew! I MANAGE ! i somehow MANAGE!!
Take a bite on this – The March 2008 edition of the HBS Bulletin had a little piece about the first women MBA students.
“A ‘Daring Experiment’: Harvard and Business Education for Women, 1937–1970,” tells the story of how coeducation at HBS evolved from an eleven-month certificate program in “personnel administration” at Radcliffe College (1937–1945), to the Management Training Program (1946–1955), to the Harvard-Radcliffe Program in Business Administration (1956–1963) — the last step before complete integration took place with the admission of eight women into the MBA Class of 1965.
But what’s even more interesting is a letter to the editor that showed up in the current issue (June 2008) -
Your March article “A History of Women at HBS” omitted an important category — women in the early sixties who were not admitted to the firstyear at HBS. Instead, their only option was to attend a separate and unequal first-year class at the Harvard-Radcliffe Program in Business Administration, a nondegree program. The women were then allowed to apply for the second year at HBS, and fewer than ten were accepted. In the second-year program, they were given no housing or section designation, and a professor could deny entrance to his course.
When job interviews started on campus, women’s names were scratched from the interview list. Recruiters refused to interview them because it was a “waste of time.” I know, because this happened to me. I was part of this forgotten class.
Joan Oxman Rothberg
(HRPBA 1962, MBA ’63)
Summit, NJ
Wow – scratched off the interview list! Incredible how far we’ve come. And incredibly excellent it is!
*Cheers!
MYSTERY CARROT AWARD
for website adequacy
