My Magazine

Selling myself as a jewellery designer..Here is the magazine I designed for this purpose in the typography course..


Bungee Jumping in Mexico

Bungee jumping is yet another to-do dream on my life list..(read the other idea) So the other day I was searching on the internet for some facts about safety and origins of Bungee Jumping..
and here is a story that I found ..

Alice and Frank were Bungee jumping one day.
Alice says to Frank, "You know we could make a lot of money running our
own Bungee-jumping business in Mexico ."
Frank thinks this is a great idea, so they pool their money and buy
everything they need: a tower, an elastic cord, insurance, etc.

They travel to Mexico and begin to set up on the square. As they are
constructing the tower, a crowd begins to assemble. Slowly, more and more
people gather to watch them at work.

When they had finished, there was such a crowd, they thought it would be
a good intent to give a demonstration, so Alice jumps.

She bounces at the end of the cord, but when she comes back up, Frank
notices that she has a few cuts and scratches. Unfortunately, Frank isn't
able to catch her and she falls again, bounces, and comes back up again.
This time, she is bruised and bleeding.

Again, Frank misses her. Alice falls again and bounces back up. This
time, she comes back pretty messed up — she's got a couple of broken
bones and is almost unconscious.

Luckily, Frank finally catches her this time and says, "What happened???
Was the cord too long????"

Barely healthy to speak, Alice gasps, "No, the Bungee cord was fine…it
was the crowd!….What the HELL is a Piñata?!"


A thought

I am writing my life list, adding various items from dreams to must do-s from adventuring experiences to mind opening ones.

While I was listing and listing I thought of this idea that I couldn’t wait to try.

It’s very simple yet much more adventurous..Its fulfilling and rich..It gives because it takes..its living a blind day..Yes ‘A BLIND DAY’ why not? tying a blindfold and live an ordinary day* or wearing dark glasses coloured with even more black to make it impossible to see and go out in the streets and break a leg!

I think then and perhaps only then I’ll experience weird nice annoying and fulfilling feelings..I’ll feel better sounds, stronger smells and more textures..And it’s a bit more than that it’s also living a life of a blind person and experiencing how he is treated in our society..

My list also includes a ‘Mute day’ and a ‘Deaf day’ I believe these days are going to add to me some of what I miss.

I would encourage everybody to try it..
Why not make it a group thing or a campaign day where each person chooses his/her strongest sense and dares to live a day without.
And if you got the hang of this little experimental game why not try a ‘blind deaf day’ or a ‘blind mute day’.. And if you still dare for more try a ‘wheel chair day’!!

Share the feelings of people who suffer from them on daily basis and some of them learnt things they themselves couldn’t imagine they would be able to do !!

*by ordinary I mean a day where you live all your routines in the same portions..Experience choosing good fruits from the groceries judging from the smell or texture..Cutting them would be even more challenging..Your blind painting could introduce you to your new favourite combination of colours..needing someone t hold your hand while cutting the street is annoying but it might indicate a patient true friend.

**Warning: this day should be picked wisely to avoid unwanted results!


On Being Shy

During this year i had to create a "shy font".. I have to say i lived this project I enjoyed these philosophic ideas and i read it not less than 20 times.. this is a part of Jerome's ideas..

A shy man's lot is not a happy one. The men dislike him, the women despise him, and he dislikes and despises himself.
The shy man does have some slight revenge upon society for the torture it inflicts upon him. He is able, to a certain extent, to communicate his misery. He frightens other people as much as they frighten him.

This is a good deal brought about by misunderstanding. Many people mistake the shy man's timidity for overbearing arrogance and are awed and insulted by it.
A shy man means a lonely man--a man cut off from all companionship, all sociability. He moves about the world, but does not mix with it.
He sees the pleasant faces and hears the pleasant voices on the other side, but he cannot stretch his hand across to grasp another hand.
The shy man, like a leper, stands apart. His soul is full of love and longing, but the world knows it not. The iron mask of shyness is riveted before his face, and the man beneath is never seen.
Yes, shy men, like ugly women, have a bad time of it in this world, to go through which with any comfort needs the hide of a rhinoceros. Thick skin is, indeed, our moral clothes, and without it we are not fit to be seen about in civilized society. A poor gasping, blushing creature, with trembling knees and twitching hands, is a painful sight to everyone, and if it cannot cure itself, the sooner it goes and hangs itself the better.
His character is unformed. He speaks in such a low pitiable voice.

He longs to "go it" with the others, and curses himself every day for not being able to. He will now and again, screwing up his courage by a tremendous effort, plunge into roguishness. But it is always a terrible _fiasco_, and after one or two feeble flounders he crawls out again, limp and pitiable.
I say "pitiable," though I am afraid he never is pitied.
You scarcely ever meet a really shy man--except in novels or on the stage, where, by the bye, he is much admired, especially by the women.
The shy man, who never looks at anything but his own boots, sees not and is not tempted. Happy shy man!
The boys tell him that he's "worse than a girl," and the girls repudiate the implied slur upon their sex by indignantly exclaiming that they are sure no girl would be half as bad.

--Jerome k. Jerome



My first stop motion movie..

MY secret LOVE

this was my project in a subject called Typography..
we were supposed to choose something we love write 30 words describing it.. then arrange these words in a way that expresses our feeling..

“A true passion for a heavenly experience full of mystery. An addictive overwhelming bitter sweetness; absolute rich creamy goodness. An exquisite delicacy, my love, a mouth-watering piece of sweetened chocolate ”.


To Blog or Not to blog ??!

my first blogging :D

To Blog or not to blog..
I’m still not very sure about the whole idea of a blog..
to have a blog or not to?? What to blog?? To publish my work, ideas and thoughts or not to??
I wanted to publish everything I have done during my studies, every thought I had, every theory I believe in and each single emotion I support..
But again I thought what’s the use?? Will I help myself or others when I publish everything I go through?

I’m still not sure about the answer!!

I asked my friend whether it’s safe to publish my work without having it stolen..
She simply replied “publish it but you can’t protect it!!”
I was surprised by this reply.. I asked her again “if it’s unsafe and could easily be stolen why would I bother to publish it?”
her reply was simply” no one would steal your work”
At first, I thought she was mocking my work I know it’s not like the best work ever but still its mine and I want it to stay this way!
She made it clear by saying “I’m not mocking you..I’m mocking the society.. if your work is not porno no one would bother to steal it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Her simple answer was funny yet hurtful..

from here I’ll start and I wish this blog could help me improve myself and give others a chance to have a glance at my ideas even if it seems boring comparing to porno!!

Thank you Roqayah thanks for your support..And I wish our society would change this impression even though we both doubt it !!