Designing the year – Newsletters


As the last few hours bring the curtains down on the year, here’s the last in the series of my recap of the year. Like the previous two posts in this series, this one too will focus on my work with the Alumni Association.

Designing for specific events allowed me to satisfy my creative hunger. But it was the newsletters, which really challenged me. We had to deliver an issue every month, and there were many months when we didn’t make it in time. The design had its teething problems, and there were some months when we were struggling for content.

Eventually though, we managed to get the content and design in order. And it took no less than nine months of experimenting with the layout and features.

Of the twelve issues we pulled this year, October was the blockbuster of the year (at least for me). I had the most fun working on this one – I got the chance to play the designer, illustrator, content writer, as well as the editor – and we sent it on time!

So here it is, in all its glory – Issue #10. I hope you like it as much as I do.

With best wishes for a happy and prosperous New Year, thank you for sticking around 🙂 See you in 2014!

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Weekly photo challenge : One

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!


Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

Designing the year – Invitations


As we count down to the new year, I recap the year almost gone by.

Being a member of the Alumni Association of my college, I had a lot of design work on my plate. The last post covered posters from the year. In this post,  a couple of e-invitations I designed for the events organised by the Association.

Designing the year – posters


As we count down to the new year, I recap the year almost gone by.
In this post, posters from a series of workshops. All were designed and printed in A3 size.

I did my part!


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It’s a Good Day


Leaving the crowded station, I hesitantly climb into the bus. The tattered seats look familiar. I get a seat next to the window. There is no glass to protect me from my thoughts.

Through the journey, the cool wind runs his reassuring hand against my hair.

Entangled in my own thoughts, I limp off the bus and wait at the crossroads.

Traffic comes to a standstill, telling me I own the road ahead.

I struggle to breathe as the air chokes my lungs. The little old black bird swirls around me. Its white tipped feathers exude an infectious energy.

I enter the half-open gates, and the watchman smiles his best. Even as nostalgia fills my eyes, ‘Welcome home!’ he says.