3D origami Dragon kid tutorial

3D origami kid in dragon suit.

Here's the tutorial

I started with 10 paper triangles as base for the body and 12 for the head.

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[Typography]::Essence of Love::

[Travelogue]::The Road Trip 1 (Shimoga)::

I took Friday off and went for a long weekend, watched the magnificent Jog Falls, chased dolphins, jet skiing, parasailing, river cruise, glorious sunsets and enjoyed a delicious Portuguese and Goan lunch.

Ever since a friend mentioned Shimoga in his blog, I was obsessed, possessed by the beautiful images the internet search resulted in. So on Thursday morning – 26th Jan, we started at 7am to Shimoga from Bangalore, a distance of about 360 km.

The road we took was NH4->NH206 i.e – Blore -> Tumkur-> Shimoga.

{Ye hai India meri Jaan, a sheep crammed between two Oxen}

By 1pm we were still 25 km from Shimoga when we came across B R P Dam near Kuvempu university located about 11 km from the mainroad.

A set of stairs would take you to the entrance.

Oh if only I could own an island like this. Sigh.

{I was trying to capture the shimmering water  }

We roamed around for a while and by 2pm we started for Jog waterfalls which is about 105 km from Shimoga.

It was well past 4pm when we reached the Jog Falls created by Sharavathi river, which is the second largest plunge waterfall in India. First being Naukhalikai Falls in Shillong, Meghalaya.

About 1400 steps (approx 50 floors … yeah I did the Math :P) will take you the base of the waterfall. We took around 5 minutes to descend the stairs, almost ran the whole way. My legs were shaking by the time we reached the base. After crossing huge rocks and boulders, a peaceful and picturesque view welcomed us.

{The gushing waterfall }

The ascend was hmm how should I put it … well I felt like jumping down rather than going up. In case you plan to visit the place, get a good pair of shoes and some exercise. I would have given an arm and leg for someone to carry me. I took 20 minutes to reach the top - 20 ghastly, traumatic, mind numbing minutes. But worth it.

By the time we started from Jog falls, it was 7 pm. We continued our jouney towards Goa which was about 280 km from there. The sky looked exceptionally bright and the Orion constellation was never so clear. Moon was shining like a torch light, while Venus and Jupiter smiled on.

Tired and hungry we decided to rest for the night at a place called Bhatkal. 

The road from bangalore to shimoga was in good condition, but there wasn’t much of scenic views.

We had started early the next morn, but after 2 hours and travelling 160 kms we realized that we were heading the wrong way. 

… stay tuned 

** I am not very good at describing things, this is my poor attempt at writing a travelogue. 

::Dad's 4Am Walk::

A strict diet plan, morning walk for an hour and in two months my dad lost 10 kgs. His Santa Claus Belly has long tuned into a Salman Khan toned waist though, though still bulgy on the side  . Ohh the horror, when he pointed out that my horizontal measure is soon gonna overtake his. With the pumpkin size growth that my body is showing off late, my future seems all round and chubby.

Few months back his cholesterol, pressure and sugar level shot up. My dad has always maintained a healthy living lifestyle {something which I failed to inherit} and so he charted out a plan to bring it back to the normal level.
Two Roti or 1 cup rice + dal or vegetable for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Plus milk and sprouts in between and of course regular exercise.

Now it is this Morning Walk at 4am that has stirred up the Hati Boruah household. Each morning he would wake up mom and ask if it is 4 am. Mom with her sleepy eyes would mumble a reply and doze off. This would continue till he receives a proper reply. Why he won’t just look up his watch, beats me.

I too got a dose of Dad’s morning obsession with walking when I was at home last november :P. We were at my Nisa’s place (Mother’s brother). I was happily lost in my dreams of Edward and our Vampireville  when Edward abruptly asked

“4 baj gaye kiya?” (Is it 4 am?) and that was it. Being a light sleeper is terrible. 
With burning eyes I looked up at the watch.
“Papa 2 baje, so jao na” {Dad it’s 2 am. Please go to sleep} I mumbled from the other bed. Mahi (mother’s sister), who was sleeping next to me had woken up by that time.
After half an hour or so.
Is it 4 am?
“Nahi. 2 baje hai. Sou jao Please” {No, it’s 2 am. Please sleep} This time it was Mahi.

It continued till 4 when finally my Mahi and Dad went for the darned morning walk  , while I just stared at them, with burning eyes of sleeplessness. It was after a while when I could sleep peacefully. Edward had long gone and my dreams now showed all the poultry I ate the previous night.


**Submitting for Purple Treehouse's Funny Bunny Friday

[Shape Poerty]::Witchy Witch witch::

{Click on the image for proper view}

Poetry type - Shape Poetry

Done in Ms paint

Dedicated to my dear friend Anuradha lovingly nicknamed as Chudel Chamari :P

Submitting for Thursday Poet's Rally
DVerse Poets

Poetry Picnic

::Quill Quill quilling::

This is a humble attempt at the beautiful art of Quilling. Trying to take a break from Origami and explore other paper arts.

Paper Pomanders – the white flowers are made from tissue paper that I had collected from Dominos, KFC and Chung Wa

::Potpourri & Schizophrenia ::

…continued from  - Potpourri 2011 here

Thumbs down

1) A family reunion at Mahi’s marriage – only time when we all were together. Come this February and it will be a year since I have met my brother and sister. Doesn’t make a happy picture.

2) Just as I was getting into the New Year mood, I lost one of my gold earrings. And that’s not even the scary part. It’s the wrath of Mommy that makes my heart cringe in fear. I need to replace that ASAP. 

3) Now this point featured in last year’s thumbs down list too – my temper. If you push me over the edge, I am as princessy as Mad Eye Moody. It’s like Dr Jekyll and Miss Horror trapped in one.

Ok, now I am really clueless on what next to add in Thumbs down list. Maybe this is one reason why all the weird things happen to me, I never complain  Sheh, I am taking the concept of adaptability a little too far 

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At one point of time, last year I actually believed that I was having Schizophrenia attacks. Scared the hell out of me. Every day, for one whole month, I saw this man in black suit standing under a tree reading newspaper. His bag tucked in the trunk of the tree. My bus always crossed that junction at around 8:30 am and I always found him reading a newspaper. Shrewd small eyes, dark completion, a crop of grey hair at the top of this head. Same dress, same expression, same place, same time.

I was never so scared in my life. Maybe it was the effect of watching The Beautiful Mind recently. The first thought that came to my mind was- Is he a spy?

After a month, when my friend too joined me in Bangalore, I showed her the mysterious man and asked if she could see him  Only when she replied positive that I could sigh a heave of relief.

I still see that man and sometimes  wonder if my friend actually saw him