Came here from masala chai..... some brilliant stuff all around! initially I wanted to write about the ones which I really liked... but then I scrolled down and now there's not enough space left here to do so!
The witch looked at her broom wistfully and made a futile gesture to reach for it. But her hand hardly moved an inch away from her body. The broom an untidy shamble stood stoically against the kitchen wall. And quite rightly so, for what purpose would another meaningless flight across the darkening skies illuminated by the pale wintry moon fulfill. For what did such meaningless actions mean? A witch on her broom flying why and where? And for what?
The hedgehog had had a particularly bad autumn. Even by global warming standards. And now it was an even harder winter and to put it politely he didn’t give a fuck. For he had reached that absolutely beautiful state of mind where nothing seems to matter anymore. He was perfectly Zen. But if allowed a single grudge he’d have liked to be a little warmer. And maybe in a more comfortable hole.
The bats had a choice between the old barn and the belfry. Well acquainted with the pleasures, so to speak, that the barn had on offer they still chose the belfry. Now it was cold and the bells were loud but they still justified the choice they had made. For, didn’t the music of the bells drive away boredom on many a dull wintry evening?
And the pig. Well, the pig knew what it would be like. The cold, the grey skies, the short days, the long nights. So he found a comfortable patch and buried himself deep in the mud waiting for it all to end. For, everything that has a beginning must have an end. Isn’t that how the story goes?
And so the witch, the hedgehog, the bats and the pig packed in for the winter and excused themselves for the moment from the revolution.
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D&AD
Patrick Baglee of Navy Blue Design at a D&AD talk, speaking about the Midland books I designed. In another talk they were hailed as some of the finest pieces of design writing.
Midland Books online. More than 150,000 hits.
The Midland books went online a year back. It's now over 150k hits and counting.
Latest Work
Done for the International Coalition of Justice for Bhopal. Click on the image to see the project in detail. This is the launch poster, which has postcards attached to it. You can pick a postcard, if you agree with the message, and post it to the PM. The postcard project will go to schools and colleges and get students to design the postcards. We'll print and sell these postcards to raise funds for the Sambhavna Trust. And get people to post these cards to the PM as well.
Fresh from the press
The latest issue of Outlook covers the Bhopal Project (mentioned above). Click on the logo to read the story in press.
Latest work
North West Film Forum
Latest work
The Great Indian Clearance Sale is an ideology-free art project. It's an adventure in information. We look at sources of information like Down to Earth, indiatogether.org, infochangeindia.org, Tehelka amongst others, and try to visualize the information in interesting ways.
The Great Indian Clearance Sale on Treehugger
My art project covered in the site I respect the most.
My work in Creative Review.
Click on the logo to see the work.
Work in progress: Think about It. European Blogging Competition.
My illustration portfolio. 2008-2009. Click on the image to view fullscreen.
I am a writer, illustrator, designer. If you have an interesting job for me, please write to munna@munnaontherun.com
Munna on the run on NOTCOT
Munna on the Run on the India Environment Portal
Thoughts on climate change
From Sep 08 - Feb 2009, I blogged about climate change in European Journalism Centre's blogging competition. These are my posts. There was a handsome prize in the first round for me, and then some. But the most amazing thing about the blogging were the debates. Hope you enjoy them as much as I did.
DIGG environment here.
Join Wildlife SOS India here.
Google Guerrillas
You know you want to become one. So why don't you?
Life according to birds
Unbelievable
Click on the melting glacier to see something that will blow your mind.
RAGE, RAGE AGAINST THE DYING LIGHT
House sparrows
The sparrows are dying. They are a measure of the health of our cities. Let's do something to revive the bird's population, and our cities will become better places to live in. All you have to do is feed them. Click on the picture to get inspired.
Birds around us
Anything above 350 is bad
The 2009 Calendar
You can use it, as long as you don't reproduce it. All rights reserved.
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Came here from masala chai..... some brilliant stuff all around! initially I wanted to write about the ones which I really liked... but then I scrolled down and now there's not enough space left here to do so!
Thanks for sharing.
Its beautiful Hemant
The witch, the hedgehog, the bats and the pig.
The witch looked at her broom wistfully and made a futile gesture to reach for it. But her hand hardly moved an inch away from her body. The broom an untidy shamble stood stoically against the kitchen wall. And quite rightly so, for what purpose would another meaningless flight across the darkening skies illuminated by the pale wintry moon fulfill. For what did such meaningless actions mean? A witch on her broom flying why and where? And for what?
The hedgehog had had a particularly bad autumn. Even by global warming standards. And now it was an even harder winter and to put it politely he didn’t give a fuck. For he had reached that absolutely beautiful state of mind where nothing seems to matter anymore. He was perfectly Zen. But if allowed a single grudge he’d have liked to be a little warmer. And maybe in a more comfortable hole.
The bats had a choice between the old barn and the belfry. Well acquainted with the pleasures, so to speak, that the barn had on offer they still chose the belfry. Now it was cold and the bells were loud but they still justified the choice they had made. For, didn’t the music of the bells drive away boredom on many a dull wintry evening?
And the pig. Well, the pig knew what it would be like. The cold, the grey skies, the short days, the long nights. So he found a comfortable patch and buried himself deep in the mud waiting for it all to end. For, everything that has a beginning must have an end. Isn’t that how the story goes?
And so the witch, the hedgehog, the bats and the pig packed in for the winter and excused themselves for the moment from the revolution.
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