An Armour of Mirror

Dreams and Prophecy

RELATED CONCEPTS

I kept going back and forth with how everything will look. At first I wanted to crazy with the design and characters, but then I figured it shouldn't be that way. Both the dream and story needed to something more grounded. I guess the characters are a bit stereotype, but the dream needed to be that.

The final designs were referenced from the sketches my ex drew after having it. Well the best she could translate it to paper.

Too super hero-ish?

happy endings

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Peace!
(I don't really say 'peace')

The Three Men

Lately, I've come to see that there are three kinds of people in the world. They are differentiated by their life’s desire. These things are simple ways of satisfying one self.

These three people are

• The Man Of Power
• The Man Of Love
• The Man Of Purpose

THE MAN OF POWER

He has worked day and night, exhausted himself. He wants to be the best there is. Everything in his life is sort of a power play. Everyone must know how happy he is. He’s happy and satisfied. Proving himself to the world is crucial.

This path is quite risky, as with power come delusions. One might delude himself into thinking that he’s happy. We may forget that there is always someone better. The chase to the top never really ends.

THE MAN OF LOVE

             He discovered this little fact about himself. That nothing would matter, no kind of success, until he doesn't have the right person to share it with. He wants those few special people around him he can call family. The friends, the parents and of course the right girl. Others may think that it’s a sad way to live and some may even say its end of his story. But settling down, having kids, kid’s getting married and grand kids  that’s their adventure. They would never regret not taking that awesome job because they wanted to be close to the loved ones.

THE MAN OF PURPOSE

          This one may seem tricky. He just wants to know the meaning of it all. Why he even exists? What is his place in this world? No relationship or power can ever really satisfy. These are just temporary distractions. ‘Was something wrong with him?’ Probably all those close to him are going to ask that. But he was asking them the same question. 

THE MEN OF DILEMMA

          Now you must understand that one can’t simply decide what man he wants to be. It’s not even easy to tell which one you are. We all love power play, we all have made some kind of sacrifice for someone we care about at some time of our life and we all, obviously, have stared into the blank wondering about life’s meaning. But it’s important to know which one those personality is the most dominant.

          Are you the kind of person who makes sacrifice for a girl but he won’t do it until the whole world can know about it? Are you the one who has worked day and night so he can achieve something for the one he cares about? Are you someone who lives in a mansion with his beautiful wife and children but stays up late night staring at the ceiling, wondering what the hell is he doing?

          We cannot be foolish enough to lie to ourselves. The later the truth will strike, the harder it does. A familiar term: mid-life crises. These are the people who once lied to themselves. Deluded them self into believing that they are someone else. Being fake is the biggest mistake and the problem is that we may not even know that we’re. It’s like being the comedian in a horror flick.

It’s not that anyone is lesser than the other, they are just different. It’s just the way things are. Accepting it is however a different choice.  

The Last Class Is Over

        Yeah. The last class is over. It was over a while ago but today when one of us posted a pic of himself standing in front of an auto, an auto that would start the journey to never returning to this city ever again. It was right then when it started to sink in. The last class is actually over. Just like that. And suddenly nothing seemed to matter. All those emotions slacking in my head for ages were gone. It didn't matter who was how annoying, where I screwed up horribly, who said what or even who tried to punch my face. All that stress over those projects and all that mental torture fades. All those lies said by me and to me where pointless. The energy spent on being jealous and angry ceased from my memory. The only thought that existed was, "it's done." I mean sure we'll see each other again. But I'll never be the same. If anything, we probably won't be the same person then. But all I'm actually trying to talk about is now. NOW! Not the future. Not the past. It doesn't matter if we fought yesterday or we'll be complete strangers tomorrow. The person you are right now should hear this. Even if we didn't speak much, even if we didn't even see each other much, I was always glad that you and I were part of this grand era. Even if it was for only a little while. When I'm going to see you next I will always remember the most awesome time of my life. The last class is over. So let's remember it as how it is right now: calm, content and proud.

Stay...

(A small writing. Hope you like it.)

It is today. 
I wake up in the morning wondering why my dog hasn't pounced on me yet so I could caress my fingers through her fur. I realise that she is not here with me. To be more accurate I'm not there with her. I realise I'm not at home. I'm on the cheap mattress on the cold floor that I bought not many months ago. 

It is yesterday, night.
I'm with the most amazing girl I've ever met. We both are standing next to the pool near her place. She smiles graciously at me. I feel content being there. She talks about me getting internship and going to places. I know things would be no different for her either.                                      
It is late now. Her mother is waiting for her back at home. She has to run back home. So she does. I hear myself say to her "things should just stay." She thinks my reference is only to the moment we're in.

It is 3 days ago.
I haven't slept the previous night. I haven't eaten much either. I am not hungry or tired. All I care about is the work. I know it's important to finish the work without making fuss about it if I want to end up somewhere big. I think about the person I want to be with at the moment. I could have easily left this place hours ago. But it would be just an excuse. Weak people make excuse. I'm not weak. I don't want to be weak.

It is 3 years from now.
It's late night and I'm still sitting in my office with a pile of extra work to do so that I can later ask for a leave just be at home this Diwali. I'm not even sure if I want to be there. Everything has changed so much. 

It is 5 years from now.
I have done a horrible thing. I know I will not be forgiven. Deep down, I hope that I'm not. I've managed to hurt someone I care about so much again.

It is 8 years from now.
It's my birthday. I sit out in the open, in the cool breeze and letting the sun in clear sky keep me warm, just looking at all these people around me, and even the ones far away. I can't help but think about all that has been. All that could have been. I'm not the person I thought I was. I'm not the person I thought I would be.

It is 12 years ago.
I profoundly say out loud that I will make cartoons when I grow up.

It is a year ago.
I hear them say that I'm a great person.

It is a year from now.
I hear them say I'm an awful human being.

It is few months ago.
They tell me I'm a selfish, self centred person who can never care about anyone else.

It is few months from now.
They tell me I'm a good friend.

It is the past.
I want to destroy all and everything beautiful and original.

It is the future.
Self-destruction seems necessary.

It is now.
I'm here. Right on the balance line between the things that have happened and things that will happen. Things that could have transpired and things that may transpire. 
       It certainly won't stay. I can't catch it and hold on to it. It will go right through me. All I can do is be there when it does and be thankful about whatever it leaves with me.

Screenplay

Did a screenplay based on an adaptation of Budhha's life. It's short showing how the little prince ended up being one of the greatest people to live.