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Have a Killer Valentines

If this wasnt worth reading..i wouldnt put it up here.

I got this article in a mail that got forwarded to me by a colleague..i usually dont read forwarded mails and delete them without opening but since it came from a person who doesn't forwards anything until it makes some true sense,i decided to read it..Maybe putting this up on my blog is not such a good idea or maybe it is, but i honestly feel that this is a story thats worthy of being told- so here you go

Two Choices

What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't
look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it
anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same
choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves
learning-disabled children, the father of one of the
students delivered a speech that would never be
forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the
school and its dedicated staff, he offered a
question: "When not interfered with by outside
influences, everything nature does is done with
perfection.. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things
as other children do. He cannot understand things as
other children do. Where is the natural order of
things in my son?"

The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. "I believe that when a child
like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes
into the world, an opportunity to realize true human
nature presents itself, and it comes in the way
other people treat that child."
Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where
some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay
asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's
father knew that most of the boys would not want
someone like Shay on their team, but the father also
understood that if his son were allowed to play, it
would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and
some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of
his handicaps.

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the
field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could
play. The boy looked around for guidance and said,
"We're losing by six runs and the game is in the
eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and
we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."


Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a
broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched
with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his
heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son
being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning,
Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind
by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put
on a glove and played in the right field. Even
though no hits came his way, he was obviously
ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field,
grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him
from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning,
Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the
bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base
and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away
their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was
given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but
impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold
the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the
pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting
winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved
in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay
could at least make contact. The first pitch came
and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher
again took a few steps forward to toss the ball
softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay
swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right
back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up
the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the
ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out
and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the
first baseman's head, out of reach of all team
mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams
started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!"
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he
made it to first base. He scampered down the
baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards
second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the
base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base,
the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy
on their team who now had his first chance to be the
hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to
the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood
the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally
threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's
head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the
runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way
Shay"

Shay reached third base because the opposing
shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the
direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third!
Shay, run to third!"

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and
the spectators, were on their feet screaming, "Shay,
run home! Run home!" Shay ran to home, stepped on
the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the
grand slam and won the game for his team.

"That day", said the father softly with tears now
rolling down his face, "the boys from both teams
helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into
this world".

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that
winter, having never forgotten being the hero and
making his father so happy, and coming home and
seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero
of the day!

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send
thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a
second thought, but when it comes to sending
messages
about life choices, people hesitate. The crude,
vulgar and often obscene pass freely through
cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is
too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.

If you're thinking about forwarding this message,
chances are that you're probably sorting out the
people in your address book who aren't the
"appropriate" ones to receive this type of message.
Well, the person who sent you this believes that we
all can make a difference. We all have thousands of
opportunities every single day to help realize the
"natural order of things." So many seemingly trivial
interactions between two people present us with a
choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and
humanity or do we
pass up those opportunities and leave the world a
little bit colder in the process?

A wise man once said every society is judged by how
it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.

You now have two choices:
1. Delete
2. Forward
May your day be a Shay Day......

Celebrating Love this Valentines :HIGHT OF LOVE

HIGHT OF LOVE

My Girlfriend has been been pushing me to do something that she could put up in her office for the Valentines Day..she wanted something sweet and romantic,true to"Yash Chopra style", so i did this for her as i feel its only in Yash Chopra's films that the people are so preposterously rich that they can afford two seats in one toilet..however ,she didnt like it and called me perv and eccentric and various other names..i guess not everyone can appreciate art the way an artist does it, so i am putting this up on my blog ..Have a Nice Valentines Day..(atleast better than mine..)

You ask for one..i give you four

There you go..i was missing few of my friends from Hyderabad,so i tried to caricature them..wish i had some reference photographs as i havent seen them for last couple of years..

Heeeeeeerrrrsss Johny....!!

I did the Mafia's so i thought its time to do my take on Spheggettie Westerns..with of course a dash of local flavour..Masala Dosa and Samabar ishtyle..



Dis guy ish beeeg and eshtrong..but he ish getting beaten up..I likes thats..Kill the guy..spill some blood..Kill The guy..Spill Some Blood..HUKUHUKU..HUAHUA..jokes apart,now when i look back at it, i think there is a lot of Sunil Shetty(yea..the actor.)in this drawing, because every time he gets shot onscreen he spits all over the place.I think, for some reason,he feels the more the saliva = better the acting.




I wanted to color this but then decided against it..since it was looking too flat with colors..



This is Koyimoto..i am planning to model him in 3D..Lets see how it goes.



Was trying with another style of Drawing..this is close but still needs some refinements.

Stanley Kubricks : The Shining

There has been a long time that any film has managed to get under my skin and creep me out completely.I have seen almost everything when it comes to horror(from Ramsey Brothers B grades to Asian Horror,From Italian shockers to Hollywood Slashers ).Somehow i missed Stanley Kubricks:The Shining..until yesterday. Dont get me wrong, i am an ardent fan of Kubricks works..i loved his Clockwork Orange,Dr.Strangelove even Full Metal Jacket, but somehow i just gave this particular film a miss every time i got a chance to watch it (Probably because of my bias towards the adaptation of Stephen King's writing which are wonderful novels but lousy films,The Green Mile and Shawshank Redemption being few exceptions).Fortunately enough Kubrick being a master craftsman takes the subject from the book and gives it a complete spin of his own (which pissed off Mr.King real bad and arent we glad that it did..).

The story is again a run of the mill haunted house fare.Jack Torrance(Brilliantly played by Jack Nicholson)a novelist who is planning his next novel gets an opportunity to take care of an hotel while its kept closed for winters.Jacks takes it up hoping that being away from the bustle of city will give his some time to concentrate on his writing so he packs his bag and heads to the Overlook Hotel with his son and his wife(Sherly Duvall).But once there, the family realizes that maybe they are not all that alone in the hotel.Especially the son(Danny) who has extra sensory perception (also termed as the shining,and hence the name of the film.)starts making contact with the other side.Even before they realize Jack starts to descent into complete madness under evil influence and the ordeal that the family goes through makes the rest of the film.

The plot sounds ordinary, but in Kubricks hands it turns into a series of cleverly set peices be it the maze garden or blood flowing out of elevator shafts,the Gold Room or the Redrum scene.Its amazing how a film with absolutely no body count,blood and gore can scare the living daylights out of you just by wonderful camera work (i havent seen such good use of a 15mm lens), lighting and performances.The film is extremely atmospheric and the sets of huge lobby's and never ending corridors had been used absolutely well to give the feeling of emptiness and dread.Also watch it for mise-en-scene where you have long takes and a shot goes on for several minutes instead of it getting cut every now and then(thats what happens now).Its a must see even if you are not a Kubricks fan.

Femme fatale

Leatherface rulezzz

I miss 80's campy slasher films ..it looks like Hollywood have given up the idea of inventing any new legend like Mike Mayers(Halloween),Freddy Kruger(Nightmare on elm street),Jason vorhees(Friday the thirteenth)..and many more, however now a days all we get to see is sequels to these above films and no new genuine entry in this genre.. Well here is mine personal favorite Leatherface(Texes Chainsaw Messacre)..although i did took a few creative liberties but what the heck..!!





Just wanted to do something grotesque..nothing much..





I did a take on italian mafia some time earlier when my co-blogger and good friend Kamal_anjelo( kamalanjelo@blogspot.com) suggested to do something about the composition..well!!thats why i did this one all over again..