The Sand Of Time

I'm so happy, friends! Got some thought provoking reactions which shows that I am starting to succeed in initiating comic-crazies to think towards betterment of this classic form of expression!

Now back to the past, which incidentally never passed!

Amar Chitra Katha did one most fabulous thing to Indian Comics; It brought stalwarts of sketching to panel art. Mullick, Waerkar, Vitankar, Fernandes and so many of them! It also made many publishers realize that India is now ready for its own brand of comics with its own artists and own content!

The revolution started in North with Diamond comics at helm. But that was later. Before this happened, I had to jostle with my destiny to veer it from its course.

In March of 1972, I got admitted in class 7^th in Central School , IIT, Kanpur. I used to be a brilliant but apprehensive student and School was a good 13 KM away from my residence, a huge distance for a city like Kanpur. Couple it with fact that I had a creative bent of mind and result becomes evident. This totally new environment took its toll and my downward slide began. By the time I passed 8^th , it got worse. I just made it marginally to qualify for science stream (considered a mark for brilliancy)in class 9^th . Nobody was more ashamed about me that I, myself. My apprehension was morphing into panic as now I had to compete with some of best brains of best school in the region! I told you I was apprehensive but I forgot to mention that I was equally proud of myself. Always was since I could remember. I believed in myself!

I picked up and picked well without any outside help. My aim was to become an engineer and by God I would have had, as I passed Higher Secondary with distinction in all subjects, but my destiny failed!

Since I got admitted, I was impressed by one of my 2 year senior, the flamboyant cartoonist Sukhwant Singh! He was an established cartoonist by then and competing with likes of Pran's SHRIMATI JI in Sarita magazine with his CHARAN DAS in Mukta magazine. My only contact with him was through regular cartoons he used to draw on School's bulletin Board.

I do not know whether it was his love of cartooning over formal studies or my destiny, but he could not clear 9^th not once but twice; reasons being medical and technical and suddenly he was my classmate! I wager it was my destiny as he never failed to clear again! I instantly developed a rapport with him!

He led me to inside of commercial cartooning world and my first cartoon published in Mukta In 1974.

My 3 single paneled cartoons published successively and I received a cheque for Rs. 45.00 for my efforts.

It was not the money, but my acceptance in the world of cartooning!

My heart was already casting doubts over my earlier decision to become a technically qualified person; An engineer!

As for Great Sukhwant, he wrote Movers & Shakers and many other shows, currently writing the lines for Great Comedian Raju Srivastava!

 

 

THE BASICS OF COMICS

I decided to start this blog because I have a lurking feeling since last 10 years that comics are losing their identity fast. Instead of spearheading a revolution in media, they have become heavily dependent on other media for their survival. Just as Indian film music did before the advent of FM!

The basics of comics are being decimated under the garb of 'change' and 'creating something new'. The trend started from West and seeped through us as we always were blind followers. West is also grappling with diminishing sales, churning out magnanimous content without substance. Superman had to die to live, Batman had to look for clues to his survival and Spiderman was saved not by web but by a movie on him which was ironically based on content of his earliest comics from which publishers are desperately trying to break away in search of 'something new'!

Comic is a story told in sequential art form with the help of illustrations; simple as that!

But somewhere down the line, composition was sacrificed for dramatic drawings (which were earlier reserved for titles), Line sketch lost to coloring as coloring is thought to make even an less than average and disproportionate artwork look attractive (In current scenario, colorist may tell Illustrator to use as fewer lines as possible because they interfere with his coloring), Story lost to cinematographic presentation of content as more is left unsaid and scenes are dragged right up to nth part of the series!

Reader is getting a poor bargain; A story which could be summed up in 10 pages is dragged to 50 , Sharp-edged inked artwork which have a power to imprint themselves on our brain is replaced by hazy edged paintings, hiding more than showing and leaving an equally hazy memory if leaving at all.

Result; Good illustrators and storytellers are turning towards other opening, leaving nothing which could hold the slide of comics. These are my observations and not necessarily agreed up on or accepted by all.

But this is how I see the things presently.

Comics may again become a ground for good storytellers, illustrators and compositor, where an Illustration by Perez revealed a world which invariably took me 2 hours to unravel, or a story which always threatened readers to snatch away from this physical world, and a feeling after finishing the book as if one has just finished watching a movie in stills with all scenes vividly fresh in memory; only if we change basics but not distort it or decimate it!

Amen!

But this was a brief interlude, friends. I'll be back with 'MY FIRST STEP IN GRAPHIC WORLD' very shortly!

Patient or not to be!

Sorry for the non-commercial break, friends!

I was 7 or 8 when I started getting dissatisfied with Indrajaal Comics. You expect a product to develop more nicely as it grows in experience and stature. Indrajaal was heading in opposite direction in my view. With due respect to all fans, I never did like Bahadur much. It was not the character but execution which put me off! I was thinking a new character would take Indrajaal to higher planes, but after looking at finished artwork of Barrymore on a few issues of Phantom and mercurial thin linings of Flash Gordon(Oh!), The crisscrossing lines of Bahadur held nothing within them which could teach me some new things, and stories had no 'Fantasy' ingredient in them, which I always sought!

I used to buy dip pens (which were used for medical drawings back then), and tried to copy works of Phantom as closely as I could, my favorite being 'The Promise of Zorro'! The flow in lines of Flash Gordon felt beyond me, the ease with which it embellished the beauty of Dale with few lines and smudges of black was absolutely amazing.

But even back then, some Indian works influenced me immensely, foremost being Inspector Eagle by Pradeep Sathe and Shuja by Shehab. But Sathe failed to impress me by his works in YOGI ADITYA, the last nail in the coffin of Indrajaal comics! It was too static and sparce! Mind you, all these feeling I am sharing are feelings of a 10 year old! Only now I could find appropriate words to express them!

Pardon me! I flew off handle while trying to share my feelings about Amar Chitra Katha.

That moment is still fresh in my memory when I saw my first Amar Chitra Katha, second issue by them perhaps, titled Veer Pandavas. I think 1^st one was Krishna. Contrary to image you may conjure mentally, it was a book much read already, with its cover half torn and inside pages bearing pickle stains with their smell. All these points indicated that it was a much wanted much read book, even though it was hardly few months old! It was at my friends house and I borrowed it immediately without waiting for his approval or disapproval.

It had taste of India. The narrow-lined sketchy artwork, with illustrations in double colors, It was a treat to watch! I think it was drawn by great Mullick, with all mythological essence. Not only me, but whole India went mad about it. I had a big collection of Amar Chitra katha comics, Rukmini Parinay being my favorite. No one can match Great Mullick when it comes down to draw full voluptuous Indian female figures with sexuality covered with dignity. But slowly my enthusiasm weaned off. The editor inside me was taking over from my artist self.

It was not a comic, which is usually associated with sequential art, but an illustrated classic with panels connecting to each other with long captions and scenes jumping around. For me , comics were about fantasy! It was a long deviation from Indrajaal Comics.

I am still at a loss to know why we always try to fall back upon our mythologies in search for fantasy. We either copy west or our own past. But things always change with time and as in case of Indrajaal comics, my prophecies (known only to me) again came true, but they always took a longer time to arrive th

A JUVENILE EDITOR

Though India had comic strips even as back as in early 60's, those were syndicated western strips, later resized and published in comic format. that's why those had nothing like a title page and Cover's were invariably drawn by an Indian artist. those were the days when we were beginning to learn how to read a comic book, rather than how to produce one! I could still recall myself going through a Phantom's comic umpteenth times, flipping through panels after panels and finding jerks in the flow. I tried to fill the jerky spaces with my own captions or dialogues, as required and only after that I could have a satisfiable feeling! It was an absolute amateurish attempt to mend the works of Greats, but looking back now, I feel those were my earliest self-taught lessons in the field of sequential art, even though I wasn't aware that such a term even existed. I kept on reading TOI comic for next 10 years not only as a reader, but also as a self appointed editor. But it changed only as much as condition of lane in front of my residence with quality of Illustrations and stories riding a roller coaster.
Then one day, I laid my hand on a totally different looking double colored comic titled' VEER PANDAVAS by a brand new publications called Amar Chitra Katha!
Maybe things would change now! Wouldn't they?

CREATIVITY AT ITS ZENITH

I could never decide whether a picture is worth a thousand words or a word is worth a million pictures. I compromised on accepting these terms as being true vice- versa.
Words we all know but deciding upon the sequence in which to place them to get a desired impact is a craft not inculcated easily. Lines also, we all could draw but placing them at acceptable places to resemble with something one could draw simile with is equally hard. Comics are the place where these two hard-earned crafts fuse and create a new world every time they mingle, without fail!
Welcome to my blog, friends. hop on and fasten your safety belts.