magneto from X MEN FIRST CLASS
releasing worldwide June 3rd
character copyright MARVEL COMICS
Being honest is not enough...you have to be the truth!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
THE COMEDIAN'S LAST LAUGH!
I splash cold water on my face,to hide my warm tears.
I look at myself in the mirror and i see someone crying.
THAT CANT BE ME.I dont cry.I am THE COMEDIAN!
I tell this to myself and i smile.
smile.
smile.
smile.
LAUGH!
Now thats more like it mr.reflection!
I guess this is my last laugh.
Because i am gonna die...MURDERED to be blunt!
Its just a matter of time i suppose.
He is gonna walk in right through the door,try killing me and succeed!
I mean How can i fight a person who can catch a bullet with his hands?
But its not he whos gonna kill me...its gonna be my reflection!
The one that laughs!He laughs at me...he laughed at the society!
He has been a bad person.He has done bad things to women!
He SHOT KIDS!
He used his vigilante costume to satisfy his sadistic thirst!
I have been a nihilist and i deserve it!
...
(door opening sound)
...
That must be him.
Bai Bai world!it was nice knowing you :(
(enters the hall)
...
NO!IS THAT YOU....Peace Painter?
I DID NOT EXPECT YOU!!!!!!!!
YES!Its me...and your blood is my paint tonite! He said
He Punched me and I was gone in a blow!
He squashed my skull like a bug!
a drop of blood falls on my smiley :(
Mixed it with the ground like breaking a stone to soil!
I had been a stone...I was broken!
My face is no more Nor can i laugh!
But i hear something
"EDWARD MORGAN BLAKE!THE COMEDIAN!YOU HAVE BEEN A BAD PERSON,
A BAD SOLDIER AND MOST OF ALL A DISAPPOINTING HUSBAND...
YOU HAD IT COMING......FATHER!"
....
He Laughs!
AFTERWORD : the comedian is a character from watchmen.hes a vigilante...a bad one....the movie starts with him being murdered...by someone who u kno by the end of the movie...i twisted the scene as i had to finish this write up and i done have an entire graphic novel to do that :|
I look at myself in the mirror and i see someone crying.
THAT CANT BE ME.I dont cry.I am THE COMEDIAN!
I tell this to myself and i smile.
smile.
smile.
smile.
LAUGH!
Now thats more like it mr.reflection!
I guess this is my last laugh.
Because i am gonna die...MURDERED to be blunt!
Its just a matter of time i suppose.
He is gonna walk in right through the door,try killing me and succeed!
I mean How can i fight a person who can catch a bullet with his hands?
But its not he whos gonna kill me...its gonna be my reflection!
The one that laughs!He laughs at me...he laughed at the society!
He has been a bad person.He has done bad things to women!
He SHOT KIDS!
He used his vigilante costume to satisfy his sadistic thirst!
I have been a nihilist and i deserve it!
...
(door opening sound)
...
That must be him.
Bai Bai world!it was nice knowing you :(
(enters the hall)
...
NO!IS THAT YOU....Peace Painter?
I DID NOT EXPECT YOU!!!!!!!!
YES!Its me...and your blood is my paint tonite! He said
He Punched me and I was gone in a blow!
He squashed my skull like a bug!
a drop of blood falls on my smiley :(
Mixed it with the ground like breaking a stone to soil!
I had been a stone...I was broken!
My face is no more Nor can i laugh!
But i hear something
"EDWARD MORGAN BLAKE!THE COMEDIAN!YOU HAVE BEEN A BAD PERSON,
A BAD SOLDIER AND MOST OF ALL A DISAPPOINTING HUSBAND...
YOU HAD IT COMING......FATHER!"
....
He Laughs!
AFTERWORD : the comedian is a character from watchmen.hes a vigilante...a bad one....the movie starts with him being murdered...by someone who u kno by the end of the movie...i twisted the scene as i had to finish this write up and i done have an entire graphic novel to do that :|
Sunday, February 20, 2011
FALLING LEAVES - dedicated to my dad :)
True story.
My parents were recently separated...
i was 11.
my mom was remarried to a stranger...who had suddenly become my step dad.
i was sent to the boarding school,to be away from the tensions going on.
It was a lonely afternoon in my childhood.
I was sitting under a tree.
A leaf fell on my head.
For some reason i just made up a myth there and started believing that if u catch a falling leaf,
its lucky.
till date i dont know why that happened...i guess i just needed some luck on my side.
I started throwing stones at the tree.
Hoping that one leaf might fall off and i might catch some luck :)
Many leaves fell...i dint catch any :(
I was sad..:(
i went back to my hostel and had a nice sleep...and forgot about that whole incidence until today.
i am 19 now...i was sitting under a tree.
A leaf fell right into my hand and i was suddenly reminded of the childhood myth i made.
I asked myself...What should i wish for?
The answer i got was..i have everything :)
I cant wish for anything more.
the stranger mom married to is MY SUPERMAN now!
He has given me everything i could only wish for.
My parents were recently separated...
i was 11.
my mom was remarried to a stranger...who had suddenly become my step dad.
i was sent to the boarding school,to be away from the tensions going on.
It was a lonely afternoon in my childhood.
I was sitting under a tree.
A leaf fell on my head.
For some reason i just made up a myth there and started believing that if u catch a falling leaf,
its lucky.
till date i dont know why that happened...i guess i just needed some luck on my side.
I started throwing stones at the tree.
Hoping that one leaf might fall off and i might catch some luck :)
Many leaves fell...i dint catch any :(
I was sad..:(
i went back to my hostel and had a nice sleep...and forgot about that whole incidence until today.
i am 19 now...i was sitting under a tree.
A leaf fell right into my hand and i was suddenly reminded of the childhood myth i made.
I asked myself...What should i wish for?
The answer i got was..i have everything :)
I cant wish for anything more.
the stranger mom married to is MY SUPERMAN now!
He has given me everything i could only wish for.
I LOVE YOU DAD :') YOU MY SUPERMAN :')
the watchmobile :)
if the comedian had a car :)
game art model 4091 tris including the cube in the bg.
model polycounts 3800 tris
Thursday, February 17, 2011
child cancer is curable poster designing competition
i dint have enuf time to work on the illustration
in this one the kid is throwing away the cancer cell in the dustbin.
because child cancer is curable :)
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
HEADPHONES?
People tell me a lot of things.Some useless ,some even more useless and some useful only to them.
They tell me what to do and never listen to what i wanna say.
They want respect but they never respect my point of view.
SELFISH.Thats what i call them.
..
They want me to be like them.
Its like they are attacking me with hundreds of strings at the same time.
They want me to be their PUPPET!
just LEAVE ME ALONE!
..
What have I done?
Whats your problem in life?
Why dont you EVER listen to what i have in stock?
WHY DO YOU ALWAYS WANT IT YOUR WAY?
..
I have lost all the respect i had for you.
YOU made me loose it!
Its crossed the limit!
I am loosing color!
..
I have put my headphones on.
I cant hear a thing :)
Now YOU have to listen to ME because i am talking LOUDLY!
Now that i have my headphones on you are justa barking dog to me.
..
is your life like mine...do you need some.....HEADPHONES?
They tell me what to do and never listen to what i wanna say.
They want respect but they never respect my point of view.
SELFISH.Thats what i call them.
..
They want me to be like them.
Its like they are attacking me with hundreds of strings at the same time.
They want me to be their PUPPET!
just LEAVE ME ALONE!
..
What have I done?
Whats your problem in life?
Why dont you EVER listen to what i have in stock?
WHY DO YOU ALWAYS WANT IT YOUR WAY?
..
I have lost all the respect i had for you.
YOU made me loose it!
Its crossed the limit!
I am loosing color!
..
I have put my headphones on.
I cant hear a thing :)
Now YOU have to listen to ME because i am talking LOUDLY!
Now that i have my headphones on you are justa barking dog to me.
..
is your life like mine...do you need some.....HEADPHONES?
Saturday, February 12, 2011
A WALLET WITH A HOLE
My wallet has this hole in between.
whenever i put a coin in it ...it just falls down through that hole.
it has happened so many times that i dont even keep coins in my wallet anymore.
..
My wallet looks big and fat from the outside...JUST LIKE ME :)
but its empty inside...JUST LIKE ME :)
..
everymorning i wake up,brush my teeth,shave and all those things that make me a human being.
i then look at myself in the mirror...but i dont see myself..i see an empty wallet.
just as empty as yesterday.
..
I got to college.I see all these small kids with fat wallets laughing and enjoying their lives.
somethings are so easy when u have a fat wallet.
..
seeing them i remember the time i had a fat wallet.
i used to be happy.
but one fine day i realized that all the notes in my wallet were FAKE!
a wallet full of fake notes!
..
i threw all of them every single fake note, fake emotions!
all i have now is a wallet with a hole.
all i am now is a wallet with a hole.
u tell me something it falls down through the hole.
u say "hi" that 'hi' falls down right through the hole.
thats all i am thats all ill be.
A SOUL WITH A HOLE
whenever i put a coin in it ...it just falls down through that hole.
it has happened so many times that i dont even keep coins in my wallet anymore.
..
My wallet looks big and fat from the outside...JUST LIKE ME :)
but its empty inside...JUST LIKE ME :)
..
everymorning i wake up,brush my teeth,shave and all those things that make me a human being.
i then look at myself in the mirror...but i dont see myself..i see an empty wallet.
just as empty as yesterday.
..
I got to college.I see all these small kids with fat wallets laughing and enjoying their lives.
somethings are so easy when u have a fat wallet.
..
seeing them i remember the time i had a fat wallet.
i used to be happy.
but one fine day i realized that all the notes in my wallet were FAKE!
a wallet full of fake notes!
..
i threw all of them every single fake note, fake emotions!
all i have now is a wallet with a hole.
all i am now is a wallet with a hole.
u tell me something it falls down through the hole.
u say "hi" that 'hi' falls down right through the hole.
thats all i am thats all ill be.
A SOUL WITH A HOLE
Monday, February 7, 2011
S.N.O.A.K
5th feb,2011
bangalore.
FINALLY ASLEEP was i...or was at least trying to be.
they give me food...they give me clothing...they give me lot of time for myself.
they give me survival..
they give me ONLY SURVIVAL.
m surviving.
i am not living.
.
.
but i guess i have lost the right to live.to complain.to just take my bike out at 3 in the night n almost
runover at every son of a bitch who barks looking at my ugly bike and my UGLY FACE.
.
.
RESTRICTED.
WALLS.
SURVIVAL.
TORTURE.
and ME.me a KILLER.a PRISONER.an ANIMAL IN THE CAGE.
.
.
i am sorry i have no intention of digging my past.
i have a lot of things to live for.
my thin,comforting MATTRESS for instance.
i call her gia and she is my ideal wife.
shes thin n relaxes me after a long tiring day.
their is another kinda wife other that an ideal wife.
MY WIFE.
my wife used to hate me.and love me at the same.
everything was going fine until i killed her. :)
its her death anniversary today :)
...what?why that reaction?what am i supposed to so?she cheated on me. :(
with my best friend.he was more successful than me :(
well my best friend before i killed him :)
what?again the same reaction?
i was just having A BAD DAY.
i just walk into my bedroom and there they are blinding me with excess skin show. pretty sick aint it?
.
.
MY BEDROOM .
MY WIFE.
MY BEST FRIEND.
MY BAD DAY.
.
.
the bad day was worst when i started feeling guilty.
u know guilt right?its this feeling u get when u steal money from your dad's wallet.
i landed up in prison.
behind barcode-like bars n dad-like walls.
.
.
0ut 0f my worst times came gia...my ideal wife...
she is so awesome and i am a crazy guilty lunatic who is searching for his dead wife in a freaking mattress.
thank god i am back to my senses.
i have a new friend.
.
.
say hello to inspector Singh's pist0l.
late inspect0r Singh would be m0re appropriate i feel.
what?he used t0 beat me up all night.and was not letting me make new friends.
but now we are together.
pistol is a nice friend,i call her silver..well because she is silver in color.
i just h0pe silver helps me meet my dead wife again :)
.
.
bai bai world.
it was nice meeting you.
hope to see u when i am reborn :)
[silenced gunshot]
'' SUICIDE NOTE OF A KILLER ''[s.n.o.a.k] ©nikhil bose sangle
bangalore.
FINALLY ASLEEP was i...or was at least trying to be.
they give me food...they give me clothing...they give me lot of time for myself.
they give me survival..
they give me ONLY SURVIVAL.
m surviving.
i am not living.
.
.
but i guess i have lost the right to live.to complain.to just take my bike out at 3 in the night n almost
runover at every son of a bitch who barks looking at my ugly bike and my UGLY FACE.
.
.
RESTRICTED.
WALLS.
SURVIVAL.
TORTURE.
and ME.me a KILLER.a PRISONER.an ANIMAL IN THE CAGE.
.
.
i am sorry i have no intention of digging my past.
i have a lot of things to live for.
my thin,comforting MATTRESS for instance.
i call her gia and she is my ideal wife.
shes thin n relaxes me after a long tiring day.
their is another kinda wife other that an ideal wife.
MY WIFE.
my wife used to hate me.and love me at the same.
everything was going fine until i killed her. :)
its her death anniversary today :)
...what?why that reaction?what am i supposed to so?she cheated on me. :(
with my best friend.he was more successful than me :(
well my best friend before i killed him :)
what?again the same reaction?
i was just having A BAD DAY.
i just walk into my bedroom and there they are blinding me with excess skin show. pretty sick aint it?
.
.
MY BEDROOM .
MY WIFE.
MY BEST FRIEND.
MY BAD DAY.
.
.
the bad day was worst when i started feeling guilty.
u know guilt right?its this feeling u get when u steal money from your dad's wallet.
i landed up in prison.
behind barcode-like bars n dad-like walls.
.
.
0ut 0f my worst times came gia...my ideal wife...
she is so awesome and i am a crazy guilty lunatic who is searching for his dead wife in a freaking mattress.
thank god i am back to my senses.
i have a new friend.
.
.
say hello to inspector Singh's pist0l.
late inspect0r Singh would be m0re appropriate i feel.
what?he used t0 beat me up all night.and was not letting me make new friends.
but now we are together.
pistol is a nice friend,i call her silver..well because she is silver in color.
i just h0pe silver helps me meet my dead wife again :)
.
.
bai bai world.
it was nice meeting you.
hope to see u when i am reborn :)
[silenced gunshot]
'' SUICIDE NOTE OF A KILLER ''[s.n.o.a.k] ©nikhil bose sangle
Sunday, February 6, 2011
ever prayed to a DUSTBIN?
ever prayed to a DUSTBIN?
A DUSTBIN.
the dirty
quite unsettling.
a teens description of eww.
It is just a waste product disposal thingy that I throw garbage around.
If its JUST A WASTE PRODUCT DISPOSAL....then why does a poor homeless guy go touch it?
He is a fuckin' idiot right?
Why does the dog go sleep next to it and give him company on a cold Indian night?
May be he is an idiot too!
Thank god YOU are not an idiot, teenage girl.
A homeless guy or a dog comes to the dustbin in search of a leftover burger or may be chicken bones.
A dustbin at night is to them what a refrigerator is to a fatman.
Difference is that a fatman looks for DEATH by chocolate while a hobo looks for Survival by chocolate or anything he finds.
a dustbin provides them with food when God cant provide them with it.
THE DUSTBIN IS GREATER THAN GOD for them!
Personally if I was given a choice to either be God or a dustbin..I would be a dustbin because I like to be useful even when I am not appreciated for taking all your shit. It is definitely better than having all the power but being more useless than a dustbin.
That is all.
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