'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

Logo

What does logo mean ? A logo is basically a face of a company. A pictorial representation of what the organisation stands for. It has to be simple, creative and meaningful. Well not really it can be anything.

For ages we have been told how things should be so we went ahead and designed a logo which can be as versatile as possible. it can not only be integrated with other designs but also colors as it is translucent. We just wanted something which can be as crazy as we are ... and as time passes you shall be seeing it not only on the blog but in the streets too.

Now to describe our logo. When you see it first it just looks like a gas mask but when you look closer the top of the face is B.E. the abbreviation for barbaric expression.

To Russia with Love

We hold different values for different things. Sometimes we don't know the value of something we already have or something which we recieve without asking. We take things for granted and when we finally loose something, it is that moment where we realize the value of something. This pattern has been followed since the time we are born. Yet we continue to live this way.

We at barbaric expression recognize every thing that happens around us. We live and cherish every part of life. We value things regardless of our possession of it.

Now why am i talking about "value" ? Well, since the time our blog started. We have always had veiwers from Russia; and not just one or two but sometimes the highest count of viewers after India are from Russia. Now one might wonder why this would make any difference at all. Well it does. We shared our blog with people in India and other countries. We never shared it with anyone from Russia, yet we have veiws from the country. That means we have friends in Russia. We researched and learnt things about Russia to make art for our new friends. So this is our tribute to you.

- Salman

Ummm....RUSSIA!!! Well when one hears this six letter word so many things pop-up into one's head be it Revolution,Moscow,St.Petersburg,Architecture,Literature,Music,Ballet,Opera,Animation,Cinema so on and so forth.. its more of like," u name it and we have it!" Amazingly creative and also an enormously huge country.

The largest country in the world with a large population is considered a bridge between the Europe and Asia.This Dynamic country is full of Energy,Life and Potential and has never known to stay calm, be it revolution,or the world war,it has always been on the run.With such kind of intresting background, the people here are way too different from the masses or say the westners.Here is a generation where everyone wants to prove they are different but they are indeed different since here, life is quite unpredictable.

Russians are more like " to the point", very straightforward! They dont readily accept foreigners but they are very goodnatured with good mannerisms and quite a few superstitions.Well,to all the guys reading this post,there's some good news!Girls here are just too beautiful, you can't help but fall in love with them.

Art,theater,music and literature are so relevant and are also supported by the state because they were supposed to be the medium to convey political ideas.Well, there is a vast diffrence between the soviet Russians and the present one's but all of them love their country to the extreme and wouldn't take a word against it,so i suggest you don't put in a word of criticism if ever you happen to meet a Russian.

Though the people are multi-ethnic and have several regional languages, all of them speak the same language that is, Russian.So here, we see the 'unity in diversity' and while talking about Russian language who would forget Alexander Pushkin, the Shakespeare to the Russian Literature or say more than that.People here are highly educated with the literacy rate 99% and having a Ph.D in Russia is just a usual thing! Thanks to the constitution that offers free education to all the citizens.

The Architecture here is mainly Byzantine with many dooms and are brightly painted adding a vibrant look and energy to the country.

With Such kind of vibrancy here, entertainment is on a height! Infact,they have a special name given to the kind of folk music and dance they perform and is named "Barynya" which is very popular among them and now is globally spreading.They are also very active in the sports area,playing almost every kind of sport like hockey,soccer,basketball,tennis,skiing,skating among many others.

Well, now if i have to write more about Russia then i'm pretty sure there would be no end to it as i have already mentioned that life here is quite unpredictable and every new day has a new story to tell.

Hephzibah

Family guy, Matryoshka dolls

Matryoshka dolls are primarily Russian nesting dolls which in decreasing order of size fit into it's precedent. These dolls originally are made out of wood. So since we decided to do something special for our Russian friends today. I made 3d models of these dolls and put family guy characters on it.

I think they look funny.

- Salman

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

I miss my room !

Graffiti on wall.

This is an illustration where two pictures of my bedroom wall were put together in photoshop .... but what this really is ... it is me missing my room.

- 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