Merchant of Designs

Lets first break down the words into three parts and see their individual meanings. According to the dictionary, "merchant" means a person whose job is to buy and sell products in large amounts, especially by trading with other countries; "of" means expressing the relationship between a part and a whole and "design" means a decorative pattern. Now we do understand that design has another meaning as well but for now we will just focus on this one. So this company means that selling and buying, designs ,is their business. 


For now, MOD would like to focus only on selling t-shirts, which is phase one of the plan. Eventually aiming to grow a network of artists who will provide designs or artworks to MOD, which is phase two of the plan. T-shirt is just another medium to express your art. If phase one and two are successfully accomplished then you may find MOD venturing into other mediums as well. While thinking of expansion MOD would first expand into the clothing sector/ fashion industry. After that it will venture into other fields of design as well. That was a brief vision of the company.


A few words about Pawan Upadhaya the founder of MOD. Hardworking, Persistent, Confident individual. He came up with this idea of selling t shirts all by himself and thought of a name for the company. For two years he alone ran the whole "project" by himself.


Established in 2017 this venture only aims to grow in one direction. We at barbaric expression support merchant of designs in all its future endeavors. 

Here's a link to their website  http://www.merchantofdesigns.com/ 

3D Models

3D Models i made during my free time

- Hephziibah Bollam

Forest of KIMOS

- Somik "tintin"

Here I Am

                                         Here i am.
                                         Graduated from 'That' to 'This"
                                         Still...
                                         can't be compared with the 'Almighty'.
                                         Trying hard to turn around the 'Wheels of Time '
                                          and then i just ..."Wish".

- Vipul Singh

Customized choppers

Magical Night

By Using the above picture which is more natural , i tried making something more unrealistic,imaginary and magical. It is done by using some simple tools and techniques in photoshop.

Hephzibah

Revolution in Education

Withstanding all the countless corruption in every existing institution, the most disregarded primary flaw begins with our very own education system. We have been brought up to believe that education makes us better individuals, alone and for the nation but this in reference to our current education structure is clearly another fallacy.

It is not in the interest of the education system to make the people mindful; rather it does just quite the opposite by limiting our knowledge to insignificant matters. Hence we never see problem solvers in the society. This is because the education system, from the elementary level to the integrated course, focuses on the extent of materials to be memorized precisely and have continually discounted the significance of valuable knowledge. To come to think of it, more than half of what we are taught throughout schooling by no means is applied or beneficial to us in practical life. Children are reluctantly fed myriad of historical, political and mythical stories, literature, linguistics and needless portion of science and mathematics. Confined subjective ideas are simply acknowledged while imaginative visions always dejected. Fields irrelevant to the dictated curriculum such as art, craft, music, dance and sports etc. are instinctively placed secondary if not discouraged. Liberal education has never been taken into consideration. And not to forget, with the increasing stress of examinations and competition; it’s turning out to be detrimental for a child’s unrestricted psychological and physical growth.

Also let’s not overlook the fact that education comes with a huge price today. Apart from just the fiscal view, a degree from a renowned university would either cost you the savings of your father’s 10 years of committed labor or buy you a loan debt for the next 5 years of your lives.

It’s high time, we sit back and should realize that our education system, just like any other institution, is profoundly influenced to lone serve the purpose of the monetary system which benefits only the elitist thereby imposing and conditioning common man to endless servitude.

Man has to evolve from his own ingenuity and our education system has been a complete barrier in attaining that. It has kept us ignorant for far too long and has obstructed young minds from free thinking and critical analyzing. The ramifications of which can be seen in our current society, a society full of war, destruction, poverty, insecurity, discrimination, greed, aggression, hatred and so on.

In a country especially like India, where knowledge is considered divine, one must think -what education has given us if it still hasn’t helped us “being human” and create a healthy sustainable environment.

Hence, one should be open to all kinds of information and ideas. Pay no or little attention to the media. It’s all biased. First and foremost create self-awareness. The internet is a good place to start since it gives a wider access to unadulterated information. Along with rejoicing over a degree and having a job security educate yourselves more about what really matters!

Lastly, in words of Jiddu Krishnamurti –
“There is no end to education. It is not that you read a book, pass an examination, and finish with education. The whole of life, from the moment you are born to the moment you die, is a process of learning.”

Abir Khalil

Shayari

Kisiko pal ke liye hasakar
Zindagi bhar ki khushi aaj vaada na karna

Kisika pal mai haath thaam kar
Zindagi bhar ka saath aaj vaada na karna

Vaade tou is pal ke liye hote hai, Us kal ke liye nahi

Jiske aansu ki har wajeh kal aap hoge
Uske aansu humesha pochne ki aaj vaada na karna

~/)bir~

'Live'

All it takes to live life is,

a person who you could hold on to always,

something you love doing,

a pinch or a say a li'l entertainment,

a home to run to when your dismayed,

some good food to eat,

along with a drink for sure.

Then why all this drama?

why all this pressure?

why all this pain?

why this run ?

Stay still for while,

look around...

enjoy the beauty ,

look at people,

and be happy

for how unique each one is,

look at urself,

and be happy for what you are!

There is a lot to feel good for,

there is always a reason to smile,

maybe a smile on your face

could make someone else smile.

Life is too short,

hours and days run by,

weeks and months just go,

years just pass away,

and you find yourself gone,

this place would know you no more.

So make the most of it!

live life to make a difference!!

At least to make someone smile

with your presence,

so that when your gone ,

the sweet fragance still remains. :)

Hephzibah

The Last Request

Please come.
I am alone here.
Nobody is talking to me.

Few are angry,
few scared,
few just dont want to see my face,
they say i dont look like i used to.

I too had a lot of dreams.
lot of things i wanted do.
now i can't
but would you ?

- Vipul

My river

We meet many people in our lives. We share different emotions with everyone. Few stick by and few, we let go. There are many names for these relationships that we have. Friendship, family, acquaintances, colleagues, school mates, class mates, neighbors and the list goes on to specific relations like mother, father, girlfriend, wife, brother, sister and on and on. So one thing is clear that as humans we need companionship.

I thought it would be a good idea to stress about the importance of companionship before i present the first post on this blog created by more than one person. The poem was written by Salman and the painting was done by Bony.

My river has dried
To wash away my sins, put off my fire
and live again .

- Bony & Salman

The Road Not Taken

 

 Medium: water color on hand made paper

This is a painting created to show how we visualize the poem, written by Robert Frost(1874–1963).

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

- Bony

You wouldnt know what it is like to be me,

Coz i'm the craziest of the she,

acting like a bee,

trying to produce honey,

but end up being puny.

Stupid me!

Hardly cares to see,

that the world around me rather a sea,

enormous and scary to be,

but i would choose to be me,

dont you bother me!

So let me be!

I would rather face this than flee,

coz the fear thrills me!

And again i say ,

I am the craziest of the she,

so just lemme be,

the way i wanna be,

coz i wouldn't change for thee.

I was made unique to be,

so shall it continue to be,

if you dont agree with me,

I would say let it be,

I wasn't made for your glee.

Please dont lecture me,

I know it's for free,

but i beg thee,

to let me be,

the way I choose to be,

I may not be the perfect she,

but i choose not to be.

If you want me to be,

a friend to thee,

I would be,

but just dont expect me ,

to change for thee.

I dont mean to be,

rude to thee,

but i have made up my mind,

not to heed to thee,

I am glee ,

about whatever i have,

and whatever i dont,

coz i am meant to be ,

a unique piece

with none like me!

- Hephzibah

A Prologue...

Here's a Prologue written during a Writing challenge I've accepted -

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In the darkness cast within forgotten crevices of a city bathed in light, a shudder electrified the air. A hum penetrated the silence, punctuating it and leaving in its wake a void that expanded across a ceiling.

The void was born of nothingness; as most voids are want to.

What began as a thrum of energized void the size of a pinprick began to grow until the darkness of the abandoned room shone bright in comparison to the patch of expanding void. The patch grew till it gaped open above the dust covered floor. The edges of this anomaly seemed to fold in upon itself, somehow caught between existing within this plane and another and incapable of deciding which it preferred.

Something stirred from within this void. One could tell because whatever had stirred had bothered to stick a scuffed shoe out of said void and with it kick around in the most experimental of fashion. This protrusion caused no irregularities upon the ethereal portal. Had there been an observer present, they would not have looked up at the ceiling and seen what the kicking foot belonged to. They’d have perceived nothing more than an oval outline around which one could make out blackness and of course… the kicking shoe.

Not for long, however. The shoe quickly retracted back into the void. The hum that had signaled the birth of the portal was heard once again. Now, the portal that appeared to enjoy a close resemblance with a black hole quivered. It did so visibly. Where it had once been nothing but a smooth… something, it now shone with iridescence too pale to cast light upon the floor below but just enough to see a ripple run across its surface.

In the darkness that occupied that forgotten room; in the darkness that sulked as its ego had been shattered by a passing anomaly, a figure emerged from the offending party. The figure emerged from the portal and was welcomed, as lovingly as a mother-in-law, by gravity.

A sound escaped the figure as it quickly met with gravity’s best friend – The ground. A cloud of dust engulfed the figure that had dared disturb its year’s long endeavor to form a uniform and well maintained carpet of indigence. An exclamation of pain was quick to wheeze away into a fit of coughing as the figure turned to see the tear in space that it had emerged from slowly collapse in on itself.

It looked like a bubble that had been popped, but instead of instantaneous disintegration, it chose dreamy implosion. Just like that the void disappeared, its life proving short but truly awe-inspiring. It also had the pride of leaving behind a memento… One that currently lay on the floor, encased in a thick overcoat and a cloud of annoyed dust, alternating mysteriously between coughing and groaning. Mysterious being the key word, seeing as the figure which was assuredly human was wrapped in enough cloth to dress a family of two and a half.

In the darkness that was slowly regaining its sense of self, the figure slowly stood up. Still coughing and moving in a manner that suggested a bruise in the making, it produced a matchbox from within the folds of its many layers of clothing and lit a single match. It looked around the tiny room with dark eyes outlined with suspicion and poorly concealed fascination.

“I can’t believe that worked…”

The darkness shrunk away from the light the matchstick cast across the room, stymied at its poor luck and hoping that it would be allowed to resume its quiet existence soon.

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In a secret room hidden within a secret building not so far away as the ceiling invading figure would have liked (had it known such a room existed) a particularly severe looking woman stared at her particularly important looking screen and frowned a particularly furrowed frown. She wasn’t one to dally and quickly bursts into a flurry of multi-tasking the likes of which would have awed the most experienced of mothers.

A dispatch was sent out by the time the ceiling invader’s matchstick ran out.

This dispatch was read by a man whose severe expression and furrowed frown put the woman’s to shame. By the time this man had finished reading the dispatch and called for actions to be taken, the clothed stranger had shed his outer-attire and disappeared into the streets of a city so bathed in light, its darkness took its existence far too seriously.

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And that's it, folks! This has been cross-posted from my own Blog where I generally touch upon topics pertaining to Game Design.

Fallen Fruits

Medium: water colors on hand made paper
- Manash

There are times when i wanna share,

but there's no one there.

There are times when i wanna cry aloud!!!

but i have no tear to spare.

There are times when i laugh out loud,

but there's no reason there.

There were times when i needed love,

and always had my mum to care.

There were times when i was in fear,

and i had my dad to hold me near.

There were times when i was lonely stuck,

but i had my friends to hold me up.

Well, i just understood that

this is LIFE!!

and with all it's ups and downs

I got to LIVE!

- Hephzibah