Portraits, Caricatures, Cartoons of Famous Bollywood Actors and Indian Sportsmen!

Plans…plans…plans!

Ah well! I first went crazy drawing all those Hollywood actors and actresses. Then  I went on a trip into the past and brought along historical caricatures. Now, try as I might, I am not able to go back to Hollywood. In fact, Bollywood has been calling me!

Here are the caricatures that I am thinking of drawing. (I’ve done a couple of sketches already…)

Caricatures of Bollywood Films – Male Actors:

(Don’t expect them in the same order though.)

Caricatures of Bollywood Films – Female Actors

(Yes, I mean actresses, but I was trying to keep my language bias-free!):

Caricatures of Bollywood Films – Singers & Other Personalities

Caricatures of Indian Sportsmen:

Caricatures of Indian Politicians?

There are enough of theirs going around, without my help:)

Dear Readers…what’s your opinion on my POA?

Bollywood = B + (H)ollywood, where B stands for Bombay, the good old name of Mumbai, the center of Indian Film Industry.

Shafali’s Caricatures on YouTube – Thank you Nancy!

I’d never have made it to YouTube.

I wouldn’t even have made a Slide Show – because I just don’t know how to…

And now, I don’t know how to thank Nancy (Dewey Dewster‘s Gram:-)) for creating this beautiful Slide-Show with my caricatures.

Nancy, it was the sweetest surprise I’ve got in a long-long time:) It is beautiful!

THANK YOU!

Your Favorite Caricature Blog has got an Award:)

My new artist-writer friend Barb gave an award to your favorite Caricature blog. Here it is.

The Lovely Blog Award.

Thanks Barb:)

Thank you Barb, for thinking of me and my caricatures. The caricatures have been hopping up and down with joy and they’ve asked me to tell you that they’d love to pay you a visit.

Now to the to-do list. The award comes with certain conditions, which I will try my best to fulfill.

The first condition is simple. It requires me to share 7 info-bytes about myself. The caricatures are obviously not thrilled (they think that I am not a celebrity yet and so nobody’s going to be interested,) but I am not listening.

So here I go.
Seven things about me…

  1. When I was a child, I believed that the earth was flat, and the Sun journeyed from the East to the West in “his” chariot.
  2. Until I was about 10, I wanted to be a teacher. I had two dolls, and I’d make them sit on the other side of my study table, and teach them whatever I learned at school.
  3. I can’t tolerate music. (If that makes you wonder whether I am normal, I should tell you that I am not. I often get a headache in showrooms and restaurants where they play music.)
  4. I don’t like to mess about with paints, and so digital drawing was a blessing in disguise for me.
  5. I have very low tolerance for people who avoid work. I can be downright nasty to them – and not feel bad about it.
  6. I am good at starting projects and really awful at finishing them.
  7. I find it difficult to say no to friends and yes to strangers.

I tried to state things that you didn’t know about me…and I hope I’ve succeeded.

Now the next condition says that you should forward this award to five blogs that you like (and that you’ve discovered recently.) I haven’t been doing a lot of discovering recently, so I’d choose:

  1. Bowl of Oranges by Lua Fowles, a young, spirited writer.
  2. Zen and the Art of Tightrope Walking by Vivienne Tuffnell the author of Strangers and Pilgrims.
  3. Creative Barbwire by Creative Barb, who is a fascinating writer and an artist with a difference.
  4. Love those Wires by Dewey Dewster, the most adorable WFT I’ve ever met.
  5. Khyra’s Khorner by Khyra, the first and the prettiest Siberian Husky that my dog introduced me to.

I will, of course, visit their blogs and inform them of the award. Dear friends, I know that some of you don’t like awards – don’t worry:) Just know that the Caricaturist appreciates your blog a lot:)

Thanks again, Barb:) Happy blogging to everyone out there.

Warm Regards,
Shafali

Karela Split? Now what’s that?!

Indian Life & Humor:

If you are curious about India…the real India, as experienced by Indians, and if you want to know why it’s as bitter as it is sweet and spicy, I think I’ve got the right site for you:)

Karela Split - The Bitter-Sweet Flavor of Life in India

Meet Gorakh Nath, Proudly Dead:

The moderator of this site, “Gorakh Nath” is a good friend of mine, and over the years I’ve learned not to be surprised by anything he does.

Gorakh NathHe’s a nutcase, but one who can keep you glued to his content (despite his apparently “dead” status at Karela Split.)

The Show is On – R.S.V.P

Whether you are an Indian or a person who’s curious about this extremely complex but equally interesting mix of multiple cultures, habits, traditions, taboos, contradictions, and a little bit of everything else, you are in for a treat.

As the site says, “The Show is On!

Get your free ticket now…this is a party like no other!

I would also like to wish “Gorakh Nath”, “a long life”  for his site. (Now…unravel that!)

I write like…

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!


I tried analyzing my writing for the post:

Caricature/Cartoon of Avatar – The Story – A Verbal Caricature

Try http://iwl.me/ to find out who you write like:) It’s fun, and very very motivating!

And now I need to read David Foster Wallace. The bad news is he died young (1962 – 2008.)

Caricature/Portrait – A Dirty Old Man, An Octogenarian Lecher, and An Odorous Sleazebag!

You know what I’d like to have done to him?

I’d like to have him paraded naked on the most crowded road in the city.

A Caricature bordering on a portrait, of a dirty old man, who ogled at women and followed them around.

Mmm...slurp...Don't they look Delicious!

So…
What is he?

  1. An Octogenarian Casanova?
  2. A dirty old man?
  3. A Don Juan?
  4. A Romeo in his debilitating eighties?
  5. A Pious man sampling debauchery before packing up!
  6. A Gigolo unsuccessfully trying to hide his true vocation because he’s now old?
  7. A lech, caught in the act of leching?
  8. A philanderer who can’t afford to philander and has switched to ogling?
  9. A knocking-at-the-doors-of-hell playboy?
  10. A rake raking up some last moment memories?
  11. A reprobate with neither the inclination nor the time to change?
  12. A swinger who has lost his swing but not his will?
  13. A degenerate trying to vicariously regenerate?
  14. A sex maniac with his equipment out of order?
  15. A pervert hiding behind an avuncular mask?
  16. or…
  17. A leaky odorous sleazebag?

There goes…
the venom is finally out of my system.

The guy you see in this picture is real and very much alive.
About 10 years ago, when I’d commute to office by a chartered bus, this man (he must have been about 60 but looked like he were 70,) would sit in the driver’s cabin, so that he could ogle at the women sitting in the front seats of the bus! He was a genius at ogling. He had that smile (that you see on his face in his caricature,) a newspaper that I bet he didn’t read, and he’d try to catch your eye. In my country, when you age you become an uncle or a grandfather to everyone younger to you, and you are then beyond reproach…and so there was no way to get rid of this character. Almost all the women would try to avoid looking at him.

Unfortunately for me, he would alight the bus at my stop, and then he’d follow me at a distance of about six steps. It made me very uncomfortable, but accusing this avuncular looking fellow would mean being branded as a woman who deliberately invited men to ogle at her (for the old are pious and pure…) and so I thought of an idea. I’d stop at different places randomly – at a flower-vendor, or an earthenware seller, or at times, just to re-tie my shoelaces…and then because he couldn’t stop six steps behind me (it would be dead give-away) he would walk on, and now I would be behind him. Because he knew how I hated him for his lecherous inclinations (I’d give him the dirtiest looks I could muster,) he began feeling uncomfortable, and then he gave up on me.

I’ve been faithful to my memories and this is a caricature with a very good likeness!
So…

Ladies (and Gentlemen of the genteel kind,) do you recognize him?
Have you ever met an ogler who should have given it up long ago?
Share your experience!

(I know that every woman on this planet would have at least one such experience to share.)

May we live to see a world devoid of oglers and lechers!
(If we did, we’d live forever!)

Story-in-the-Caricature Blog Carnival Continues…

blog carnival story in the caricature

(This Storytelling Blog Carnival Ends on July 31, 2010.)

Hello Friends,

The Story-in-the-Caricature Blog Carnival continues. It will end on July 31, 2010.

Why? Because we intend to make it a monthly feature.

Every month, your favorite caricature blog will publish a caricature that will give you the yarn for your story.

The July 2010 Carnival already has three stories to tell:) Where’s yours?

  1. A Whale of a Tale by Dewey Dewster, the Pawsome Pawpawrazzi from Pawsylvania.
  2. Martha’s Revenge by Oorvi, the Management Guru.
  3. Come into the Garden Maude by Vivienne Tuffnell, the Author of the Beautiful Book, “Strangers and Pilgrims.”

So here’s the caricature, once again:) Give it a spin and write a story!

Caricature, cartoon, portrait of a woman with a spade for Story in a Caricature Blog Carnival.

What's her Story?

I say…what’s your story?

Caricature Cartoon – Oracle Octopus Paul – I want out! – A Verbal Caricature

You know about Oracle Octopus Paul. He’s the one who’s got 8/8 in predicting the fate of the world cup teams. Here’s what he’s got to say about the whole deal.

Oracle Octopus Paul says:

  • I need an anti-depressant.
  • I also need a pillow, a glass of wine, and a masseur; because I am tired, and because my tentacles ache from overwork.

You know something?

  • It isn’t easy being an octopus. Those tentacles get entangled all the time, and that huge body of mine doesn’t make those cumbersome moves any easier for me (yes…if you think that’s my head, you need to get your eyes checked.)
  • What’s worse is – I live in a glass-box. It’s quite like living in a glasshouse. You are always on display, and you can’t lash out, because if you do, you’d destroy your own home.

But do you know what’s the worst?

  • It’s being a celebrity Oracle that really brings me down.

To understand this, let us look at the entire human species as one. (I know, it isn’t easy – they come in different shapes, sizes, and attitudes…and at their rotten core, they hate one another.)

  • I became Oracle Paul because of some dumb trick played on me by some dumb human who wanted his 2 minutes of fame!
  • Next, I became  Celebrity Oracle Paul because some other dumb human bearing the journo tag, decided to photograph me and put my name into the newspapers, which made money for some humans; and the other dumb humans decided to believe what they had to say!
  • Now, I’ve become Hunted Celebrity Oracle Paul, because more dumb humans of the kind, who had made a Celebrity out of me, have decided to make minced meat out of me. And you know why? Because I decided to eat out of one of the two boxes and my country failed to make it to the finals. Remember that it was some other dumb human who had lowered the two boxes into my glass box!

Do you see what’s happening?
Please wake up!
I am not deciding the fate of those teams; the humans are deciding mine!

If I end up a Dead Celebrity Oracle Paul on a German dinner table, it will be because a human chef diced, grilled, or filled me; and a human waiter served me to human guests, in a restaurant that makes money for its human owners! I am an unwilling pawn in the prediction racket…in a game of chance!

I want to know – why me?
And now, when I have already reached the end of my short life, I’d really like to break free of this Oracle mould.

For once…
I want to be just Paul the Octopus!
Just…PAUL the OCTOPUS!

…the Retired Octopus Paul!!

Do you hear me…Humans?

I want Out!

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Paul the Octopus left this world on October 26, 2010. He died in his glass tank, at the age of 2.5 years.  A memorial will be erected at the Aquarium in his memory.

(Source: BBC News)

Good bye, dear Paul!

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Surprise…Tickle…Giggle

I’ve got something interesting up my sleeve, and…

oooheee…hee…hee…it’s tickling me…

Stop that…or I am never going to draw you:)

In about 8 hours!

hee…hee:)

Caricature/Cartoon Russell Crowe – The Man with a Beautiful Mind, the Master and Commander enjoys the new Gladiator Costume.

Here’s the caricature of Russell Crowe in his gladiator costume, sans the stubble that he sports in the movie!

A Caricature, portrait, sketch of Hollywood actor Russell Crowe as Gladiator

This Costume suits me. Doesn’t it?

Russell Crowe’s Shortest Biography on the Web:

Born in New Zealand on April 7th, 1964, Russell Crowe is an Australian actor. He began his acting career with television and later worked in the movies. He has received the best actor Academy Award (the Oscar) for his role in the film Gladiator. He is also a musician, loves cricket and horses, and is known for his temper.

Now, wasn’t that the shortest biography of Russell Crowe, on the Internet?

Some of the Best Russell Crowe Movies:

(I’ve seen these movies and so I heartily recommend them to anyone who likes to watch extraordinary stuff.)

  • A Beautiful Mind
  • Gladiator
  • Proof of Life
  • Master and Commander
  • and Virtuosity (I could never have imagined him in this role…

(Which ones do you like the best?)

The Russell Crowe movies that I’d like to watch are:

  • L. A. Confidential
  • The Insider (Check the Wikipedia page here. Can you believe the number of awards and nominations this film received?!)

Russell Crowe Quotes:

  • I like villains because there’s something so attractive about a committed person – they have a plan, an ideology, no matter how twisted. They’re motivated.
  • I really feel sorry for people who are, who divide their whole life up into ‘things that I like’ and ‘things that I must do.’ You’re only here for a short time, mate. Learn to like it.
  • People accuse me of being arrogant all the time. I’m not arrogant, I’m focused.

(Source: Brainy Quotes)

Well that’s that then. Enjoy the caricature, send it across to your friends, print it and put it under your pillow:) And of course, comment on this post:)

My Childhood Love – A Naked Truth – A Caricature of Life!

Important Note:

This isn’t the usual fare that’s served at this blog. If you’ve arrived here through a search and if you are looking for caricatures click the Gallery link and if you are here for the Story-in-the-Caricature Blog Carnival, click here.

However, if you are looking for nothing in particular and if for some unfathomable reason you care about the beautiful unique relationship I share with Pratap Mullick, read on.

There’s a good chance that you know neither about Pratap Mullick nor about me, but if you are an artist who grew up in the far-flung regions of India, where if you wanted to buy a magazine, you’d have to travel about 40 miles – you probably have seen Pratap Mullick’s art.

WARNING:

I am NOT talking about Nagraj Comics. He did illustrate the first 50 of those…but I haven’t seen those illustrations. (Pratap Mullick illustrated for Nagraj Comics before 1995 – and Nagraj comics aren’t really what we’d call the “classics” so I can’t find the old issues anywhere. Honestly I don’t care about what I see of Nagraj Comics now! Searches of “Pratap Mullick” often throw up image results that show the work of other artists – and that work isn’t at the same scale of quality as Pratap Mullick’s…so I take no responsibility for misconceptions born out of indiscriminate searches.)

When I was a child, I was not just a child, I was a girl child; and despite being born in quite an emancipated family, nobody thought to ask me what I’d like to become when I grew up. Until I was ten, school was a mercurial affair – it was there, then it wasn’t, then again…it was there, and then it wasn’t. We often lived in places where ours was the only family for miles around. So I had a lot of time to read what I wanted to instead of reading what I had to.

Once a month, my father would take us to the nearest town, and I’d spend my monthly pocket-money (5 Rupees) on comics. I’d buy some combination of Indrajal comics (1 Rupee) and Amar Chitra Kathas (1.50 Rupees, if I remember right.) Indrajaal comics distributed the Phantom comics and the Mandrake comics in India – they later created their own hero, Bahadur too. In contrast, Amar Chitra Kathas (translates to: Immortal Stories with Pictures,) had stories from Indian Mythology and History. After a few months of buying both, I decided that I preferred Amar Chitra Kathas, so I requested my parents for an increment of one rupee in my pocket-money and began buying four Amar Chitra Kathas instead.

It was then that I realized that some of the Amar Chitra Kathas had drawings that were considerably better than those in others. As I mentioned in one of my previous posts, I was a selectively curious child. For a long time, it didn’t occur to me that real artists made those drawings, and I never thought that I could one day illustrate for books and magazines. I drew because it was nice to draw.

Coming back to the point, I realized that certain drawings looked better – in fact, they looked beautiful. They inspired me to draw better. Without realizing that I was learning from those drawings, I began to learn. I learned about proportions, shades, backgrounds, perspectives…I looked at those drawings and then looked around – and then I’d try to draw what I saw, the way they were drawn in those drawings.

I still didn’t know that there was an artist behind those drawings, so next when I went to the town and shopped for Amar Chitra Kathas, I’d look inside, check out the drawings, and instinctively select the Amar Chitra Kathas with those beautiful drawings. My parents would wonder why I selected some and rejected some – but they never asked and I never told. It was my secret.

When kids grow up, they are often asked what they’d like to be when they grew up – in my time, a girl child was seldom asked this question – and so I never could connect art with illustration. If I were asked the question, I might’ve said something like – I would like to draw…and then one thing could’ve led to another, and I might’ve ended up becoming a “real” artist. But for this reason or some other, there was a mental gap somewhere – some synapses didn’t connect – somehow I never realized that art could be a profession as well.

Then during the Nineties there was a time when it was difficult to find Amar Chitra Kathas on the bookstalls, and once in while I’d think about those beautifully illustrated comics, and feel sad. But they probably experienced some sort of revival and I began seeing Amar Chitra Kathas again. One day, when I was in a bookstore, I picked one of them up. I picked it up gingerly – ready to be disappointed – ready to accept that as a child what I found beautiful was indeed crass and mediocre. But the comic that I had instinctively picked up had the same beautiful drawings that I had fallen in love with as a child. I had picked up “Urvashi.

But I was a different Shafali now. I knew that a real artist did those illustrations, and so with my heart beating hard against my ribs, I checked out the cover for the credits – expecting to find none. (Our publishers often fear that they’d lose their illustrators and so they don’t provide credit to the artists.) But there it was. It said: “Illustrated by: Pratap Mullick”! For the first time, I knew the name of the man who had held my hand and steadied it as I learned to draw – for the first time in my life, my thoughts went beyond those drawings and I visualized what his life must’ve been – for now I also know a lot about the struggle that life is for an Indian artist.

It was a moment that was both happy and sad. The fact that Pratap Mullick could survive in this world and that he made drawings that’d survive him – made me happy. The fact that a man of his caliber, wasn’t celebrated – wasn’t known – and wasn’t given the status he deserved, made me sad. I should’ve heard his name as one of the great artists of India – he changed lives, he helped people learn art, and he still remains the best book illustrator that India has ever seen – and believe me when I say that because I spend hours looking at illustrations…and just one illustration is what it takes to tell you what an artist is worth!

As someone who’s keen on art, I wonder why an Amar Chitra Katha that he illustrated should sell at the same price at which all other Amar Chitra Kathas would sell? The comics he illustrated are collectibles – the comics that others did…well they just earned their living! If you don’t know what I am talking about buy “Vasantasena” and “Vasavadatta” – and compare them (Don’t go by the cover illustrations…they are always done well.) ! I just hope that he was at least paid better.

The question is – Why do we normalize? Why do we pull real talent down to the level of mediocrity?

We all know the answer…don’t we? This ability of the human race, is one of the things that define our humanity. We’ve decided to trash the evolutionary theory of “Survival of the Fittest” and that’s precisely why we are headed where we are…

Downhill.

Announcement: Story-in-the-Caricature – A Blog Carnival!

blog carnival story in the caricature

Announcing the Story-in-the-Caricature Story Writing Carnival – Last Date: July 31, Midnight.

Remember the story writing contest we had on this blog?

I learned something from it.

I learned that there are things in this world that can’t compete with one another. You can’t compare them and say that one’s better than another for the simple reason that they are different. Though every story is a story, yet every story is different from another story – and so to compare them on a given set of parameters is a huge error.

This of course doesn’t mean that a story may not be more “successful” than another. The success here is determined by those who read the stories – whether or not they choose to comment on them is a different matter. This is why, the rules for the “Tell the Story in the Caricature” have changed along with its name.

Now the rules are simpler, and I hope, more palatable. But before we read about the Rules and the Rewards, let us look at the caricature for the story:

Caricature, cartoon, portrait of a woman with a spade for Story in a Caricature Blog Carnival.

What's her Story?

The Four Rules:

1. Write a story, small or big, about this caricature (There’s no upper limit – you are welcome to write a thesis if you please:))

2. Publish the story on your blog, along with this caricature (A link to this blog would be appreciated, but it isn’t necessary.)

3. Leave the link to your post, as a comment to this post here.

4. The festival ends on Thursday Midnight Night (8th July, 2010 14th July, 2010 31st July, 2010) GMT.

The Three Rewards:

1. All the story links added until the last date, will be published on this blog on July 9th, 2010, along with the blog-address and a short-bio of the writer.

2. The blog addresses of the participating bloggers will find way into my “The Storytellers” blogroll.

3. We will also request all the story-writers to publish the links of other story-writers in a blog-post on their respective blogs. This will help the story writers find more readers – but of course, this would be voluntary.

An Important Note:

This blog has zero tolerance for pornography and abusive language and so any comment/story containing such material will not appear here.

Another Important Note:

All of us have stories to tell – we all are storytellers. However, some of us have discovered our storytelling abilities, others haven’t. Remember that all of us have an innate ability to express ourselves through the written word – but not all of us have discovered it yet.

Let us discover:-)

Let’s Party!

PS: The shortlink to this post is: http://wp.me/pJgyP-fS

(Just in case:))