The Animator

My First Month In Animation...

noreply@blogger.com (Rayyan Rizwan) — Sun, 22 Apr 2012 17:35:00 +0000

My Mom and my Uncle left no stone unturned at gathering information about animation before deciding to send me there. Finally it was time for my admission and I went there with my mother and uncle.

At the time of admission I saw the drawings displayed by their students in the college and also watched students working with 3D, Photoshop and other software. It scared me as I felt that I will not be that good in my creations because my drawing was not up to that mark, but then I took refuge in the thought that I will be learning to draw like them here as that was the reason I was joining them, so I shouldn’t be scared about not being good without trying it out. I had choice to take courses which had less drawing and would less of my time and one more which would have lots of drawing to do. I took the higher level course which is a little difficult compared to the others courses, as it has more drawing and we have to make our own 2d short movie. For once in my educational life I felt that I could do it!!

On the first day my sir asked me to buy a set of different pencils like HB, 2B, 3B, 4B, 6B, etc. I didn’t know what that meant, later on I learned that with HB we can draw very light and with 6B or 8B we can draw very dark. At first we were given to draw simple circles and other geometrical shapes so our hand could get free. After drawing the basic shapes for while, my sir asked us to draw few characters using the basic shapes. I enjoyed this work and I came up with few good characters.

These are my own characters. They were simple and fun to make.

I gained confidence and enthusiasm to work harder when I saw that my drawing was quite good compared to my classmates the drawing. The drawing that scared me at the time of admission was done by our seniors.

I was on cloud nine as I gained hope of being one of the top students from my batch with a little more hard work.

Our sir then taught us how to draw perspective drawings, which I felt was quite easy and did pretty well in the class. Here we had to take a point according to the perspective we want to draw from, like - 1 point, 2 point, 3point, and multi-point perspective. In one point perspective, we take 1 vanishing point, in 2 point we take 2 vanishing points and so on. Here are few drawings which I drew; it may give you a little more idea about it. So this was pretty much what I learnt in my first month and enjoyed it a lot!

Characters by me

One Point Perspective

Two Point Perspective

Three Point Perspective

I never felt like I was studying. I felt as though I was enjoying my hobby. As I loved what I did, I worked more and started showing more interest in studies oooppsss I mean drawing. Throughout the time I have spent in my animation course, I never felt like I was studying, because in my mind the idea of studies was reading and writing which was very difficult for me, so I couldn’t imagine the studies could be so easy!

The Diploma Drama

noreply@blogger.com (Rayyan Rizwan) — Fri, 06 Apr 2012 13:15:00 +0000

I came back from US after a great trip! I was an amazing experience each day, with different things happening in my life. I met many amazing people who, if I had not met than I would not believe they existed. Also I developed a special bond with Paula aunty, and also with especially Jay uncle who was very close to my imagination of a perfect man. I will have to create a separate blog about my experience in USA which is something very special and close to my heart.

Once back in India, it was as though I was waking up from a dream. I had to do something about my studies and choose a career. I thought of animation again, but still was scared of that as a career option, and I didn’t want to stay in a hostel or room in the city leaving behind my sister and Mom. There was no good animation college nearby.

We had spent a lot of time enjoying ourselves in USA therefore now I didn’t have much time to think as the admissions were getting closed. I was in a hurry, and decided diploma will be a good option because it didn’t have languages to study. I had been exposed to automobile passion in USA and I planned on getting into the automobile field because I had discovered that I had passion for automobiles, in addition I had gained a lot of knowledge about automobiles in US with Jay uncle in his garage.

Again my choice was in bad luck as someone told my dad that computers are in fashion and I should opt for it. Mom was not there with us to help me out. I was not good enough to explain that working with computers and studying them were two different things to my dad who decided as I was good in applied computer science, I should study it.

I still can very well recall how my dad said that he didn’t want me to work in garage with all the oil on my cloths as his friend told him that automobile engineering was not a good field. I explained to him that it not going to be like, but it had no effect. Sadly the luck was not on my side also as in the college there were no admission open for automobile. Dad did not ask whether they could do something, but I am sure if Mom was there with us she would have changed my career course. So I was in computer science diploma before I knew what was happening.

The different seasons of roads

Burning hot in summer Dusty in winter Filled with muddy pot holes in rainy season

I had to travel a lot for Diploma College which was in Murudeshwar which is nearly 40 kms from Byndoor. Everyday spent 2-3 hours for travelling itself and many times we had to stand in the bus, in addition the roads were full of pot holes which made the travel very tiring. I would be dead tired by the time I came back home and would have tough time sitting down to study.

Somehow I did pretty well in my first year with

subjects like maths and science, and also managed first class in Second semester. But in the second year, I had problem with one of the main subject with was c programming. It was a programming language which was very important but the concept didn't go in my head however hard I tried. I again had problem with symbols and language and as a result I failed in it. Later on in the next sem we had C++ which was continuation on C. Since I didn't understand C I couldn't understand C++ and then Java which was another programming language and it went on getting harder and harder as my mind failed to understand the symbols involved in them. I didn't know the basics; therefore I couldn't understand the higher languages. Struggling hard I completed the course but could not clear all subjects. I was glad to get the C.C. (course complete certificate).

I did not want to go for BE because I found diploma to be too difficult for me, so I discussed with my mom and decided that I should go for animation which was something I always wanted to do and also I had done pretty good editing work and drawing as my hobby.

Few of my friends from diploma where joining animation course in Arena, Jayanagar; so, I was not going there alone. I was a little sad that I had leave behind my Mom and sister back at home, but this time I had to! So this is how I end up in the animation course and finally started doing what I really enjoy.

Attitude Decides Your Altitude..

noreply@blogger.com (Rayyan Rizwan) — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 08:53:00 +0000

You must be the change you wish to see in the world.

Mohandas Gandhi.

We do not see the expected change in the world around us just because we all want to change everything around us but nothing within us. It is a world where discipline is taught in a undisciplined way.
If I have to change something around me, then I would surely begin with myself and my attitude. I think it is high time for us to change our attitude towards the world around us so that the change will not be a dream but also a reality.

Many of the problems we face in the world today are created by the negative or bad attitude developed by people towards a cause, religion, system, nation, or a group. Until we correct our attitudes towards our surrounding, no change is going to make any difference to us or the world in general.

What makes the biggest difference in our lives 100% for sure? Everyone must have come across this popular calculation where it shows the importance of having a right attitude in our lives.

A small truth to make our Life 100% successful

If A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Is equal to 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26

Then

H+A+R+D+W+O+R+K = 8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%

K+N+O+W+L+E+D+G+E = 11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%

L+O+V+E=12+15+22+5 =54%

L+U+C+K = 12+21+3+11 = 47%

M+O+N+E+Y = 13+15+14+5+25 = 72%

But attitude adds up to total 100%

A+T+T+I+T+U+D+E = 1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100

The world seems to be a like hopeless place at the moment, but we need to have faith and believe that every problem has a solution if we look at it with proper attitude and really with intention of changing the situation then nothing is a “Mission Impossible”.

I am sharing a comic I have created here. It is about a student Sunny, who goes to school with a bad attitude and then changes for better. Hope you will enjoy reading my amateur work.

This is my answer to the question, “ if you want to change something around you, what would that be?”.

This has been posted for the Time to change Contest hosted by IndiBlogger sponsored by Johnson & Johnson

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The PUC Tragedy

noreply@blogger.com (Rayyan Rizwan) — Fri, 30 Mar 2012 11:56:00 +0000

According to my Dad’s wishes I was finally in PUC college called Govt. Junior College, Byndoor, because it was in our village itself and my dad wanted me to make some friends in our native village. I have seldom been in Byndoor in my childhood, as I stayed in Bangalore and when I shifted there, I was in school which was located in another village called Gangolli. Most of my friends were from outside Byndoor. Therefore I did not have many friends in our village and my dad wanted me to make more friends in Byndoor. I did not have much option. I thought of joining the college for all the wrong reasons like it was nearby to our home and thought I could study in the time I saved by travelling, but I was wrong. I couldn’t study well there as the school I studied earlier was quite different and we used to speak in English or Urdu. But here everyone used to speak in Kannada which I could not understand properly, especially the local dialect which was different from the Kannada in Bangalore. There was no proper place to sit the class room as it was over crowded, and most the good place was occupied by kids who could flex their muscles. I felt like being in some complete different world and couldn’t make many friends because of the language barrier. They used to joke which I never understood and that was another joke for them. Sometimes they made fun of me and I dint understand, so I used to laugh with them, which in a way I was laughing at myself. Sigh!

As for the lessons and classes, I didn’t understand what the teacher was teaching because they used to teach in Kannada as many students didn’t understand English. I did not like going there and every day I spent there was kind of torture for me. I would reach there just on time for the class to start and leave as soon as the class was over. I did not want to spend a minute more there then it was required, with that attitude I did not do well in my studies either. As for the languages, I didn’t have an option for Urdu, so I had to choose between Kannada and Hindi. As for Kannada, It was already proven that I was not good at it and it was very difficult in PUC. So I had to opt for Hindi. When all my classmates were studying and writing the notes, the teacher gave me all the basic alphabets to learn like A,B,C,D... . I used to sit in the first bench, right in front of the Hindi ma’am learning basics. It was very awkward feeling I felt back then, but I got used to it as I had in my school. Whatever effort I put, it was of no use and I couldn’t learn Hindi well. Mom gave me tuitions at home lecturer tried her best to help me out, yet I couldn’t not cope with the new language in my life. As for other subjects most of the things were taught in Kannada, as a result I didn’t understand anything. Sometimes I used to get lost in my own imagination of being a superhero, swimming in a flooded streets, a monster destroying the college etc but later on I used to study the subjects from my textbook in home but not much as I was not interested in the college or its studies anymore. The biggest problem was Hindi. I couldn’t even study that subject in home and clearing PUC looked hopeless to me no matter how hard I tried. I decided I couldn’t pass and I didn’t want to go through all the tension I had been through for SSLC. Somewhere down the year I gave up, and did not put much effort for the exams. I somehow wrote the exams and as soon as I finished my final exam, we left to USA. There I could meet Paula aunty and Jay uncle, with whom I spent very nice time for four months. As for the result, it didn’t turn out good as expected and I had to choose for some other career.

SSLC and After that...

noreply@blogger.com (Rayyan Rizwan) — Mon, 26 Mar 2012 06:18:00 +0000

SSLC is a scary demon that keeps lurking in the mind of the student right from his entrance to 5^th standard or so. Once in high school, my main worry was of clearing languages in SSLC. I was doing very well in Maths and Science, which made many of the teachers worry, why I was not scoring in languages which according to them was much easier than those tough subjects. My mom tried to talk to them and explain that languages are not easy for everyone but I don’t think anyone believed her. Anyway, it was routine that the teachers would say, I was obedient, nice student, hard working but scored very less marks in languages and I should work hard to score passing marks in those subjects if I am to do something in my life. I was wondering why I would need more than one language to do something in my life. It did not connect well, but SSLC is not something for a child to argue about, because no one will listen.

My Mom and I both put efforts towards the SSLC exams. The pictures my Mom clicked would tell you how tough it was for me to study those languages for SSLC.

Concentrating on Learning

Concentrating too hard and drowned in book

Taking help from nature to keep me awake. I could not
afford to fall asleep sitting there ;)

May be I can hold myself awake

No I cannot...

My mom says that I would talk in my sleep often and recite poetry either from Kannada or Urdu book. After all the hard work towards my SSLC exams and writing it to the best I could do, I had to worry about the results. My mom kept telling me leave it alone and accept whatever happens will happen for good. But I know she was worried too.

Finally the results were out. I had done very good in English, Science and Maths and OK in Urdu and Social but just managed to scrape through Kannada. Whew!! I had cleared all the subjects and missed First Class by 1%. I let myself go I enjoyed for a month. We had lots of fun on beach, in my backyard and entertainment parks. Soon it was time for me to wonder what to do next. If I enrolled in PUC I had to take any two languages again and I couldn’t deal with them all over again. The next option was diploma where I had no languages or to go ahead and join animation. As animation was new at that time I was scared to take it as my career. I was not sure it would work out. Other than my Mom no one supported me with my idea. Later on, my dad told me to join the PUC College because his friend’s son was doing well there, and it was within our village itself. Parents sometimes forget that every child is different and what would be good for a friend’s child may not be good for their own kid. So I was in Govt. Junior College of Byndoor for all wrong reasons. Sigh!

To See or Not See That Is the Question

noreply@blogger.com (Rayyan Rizwan) — Thu, 08 Mar 2012 15:38:00 +0000

Not to see

To see

OR

One fine evening my Mom was visiting her doctor for a checkup. We both have a tendency to find a game anywhere we are and embark on a challenge of some kind. You must have seen kids being naughty and fooling around when parents feel embarrassed everywhere, that is how it is with us at times. Only exchange the places of Mom and Children. So instead of being worried about what the doctor is going to say or about the reports, my mom started a game to check out who can see the farthest clearly. She already had a defense that if she lost it was no big deal because she was old, her eyes had been through lot of abuse and she needed glasses in her college days etc. Anyway we started the game by reading posters and notices from where we sat. I was surprised and shocked that my Mom had no trouble reading the posters from where she sat where as I had to struggle to see the words.

I was wondering whether she had memorized those words just to beat her 12 year old in the game. Believe me, she can do it. Finally it was my turn and she challenged me to read three red lines with no words on them. “That is not fair Maa, those are just red lines”, I protested. She was looking amused, “Don’t tell me you cannot read those clear words” she said. I challenged her to read it and she went ahead and read those words which were about healthy diet. I went near and checked out to see they were actually words and not lines. My mom had won, but being a mom she was concerned about why I couldn’t read those words, where as she could see them clearly.

Naturally instead of celebrating immediately she took me to an ophthalmologist nearby against my protests that let us finish what we came for first. He found out that I had slight Myopia and needed correction glasses. Suddenly my mom started reeling a series of guilty accusations at herself that how she did not realize that her child had a problem. Then the wrath was turned on to me, “Why did you not tell me you had eyesight problem?” I said meekly, “How would I know I had eyesight problem, I thought this is how the eyesight is because I have not known any better”. She blamed my poor marks in languages along with a big list of my own failures on my Myopia. I tried to be sensible and explained how Myopia could affect only my languages and not maths or science. She explained that I could not identify alphabets well and so had got the whole concept of language wrong. We went to find glasses for me and I had tough time deciding which one to buy. Mom wanted me to go for good looking ones, where as I wanted cheaper ones. I knew it will take me some time to adjust to the handling of glasses. The seller actually supported my mom who was looking at expensive glasses, I need not explain why. Finally we met in the middle and selected something not very expensive and sleek looking one. Whew!!!!!

My mom was soon back to being her own self and was glad I had Myopia, because the glasses had made me look smart and intelligent in an instant. She even took pictures to prove her point, so that she could quell any argument in future about this..

I always loved wearing Sunglasses because I love outdoor activities a lot and it hurts my eyes when I got out in sun. It gives me headaches too. But the problem after having the glasses was that I could not wear sun glasses. I had only one nose to hold one glass… the dilemma was whether to go for sunglasses and compromise on sight or to stick with my correction glasses and see everything clearly. I go out cycling at high speed quite often. The dust particles hurt my eyes quite a lot even with the protection of correction glasses because they do not fit like the sunglasses.

It was the eternal Hamlet dilemma of “To see or not to see… oooppsss sorry, to be or not be, that is the question”.

I have started blogging recently and enrolled by blog with Blogadda. There was a contest going on about 'My Sunglasses, My Style', in association with www.gkboptical.com. Just out of curiosity I visited the site and looking at all those tempting glasses from GK optical I have been tempted enough to go for contact lenses so that I can free myself from the dilemma of to see or not to see. It also reminded me how I discovered I had Myopia and with corrective lenses, how the world had changed overnight for me. LOL.

I had the option to Choose two of my favorite sunglasses from gkboptical.com‘s website (I could even try the glasses on my face with their ‘try on tool’) I tried on quite a few of them on myself because it was easy through online trial and it cost me nothing.

I had tough time picking any two of them because Mom is not here with me to help.

Finally I choose two of them, one for stylish look and another for protection when I go for long rides.

The Oakley WATER 03 Sunglasses are constructed of lightweight material for all day comfort and durability. These sunglasses are very useful for me as I love to go into water whenever I get a chance. The chlorine in the water plays havoc on my eyes at times. It is convenient when we go out for fun in Disneyland, Essel world etc as they can protect me from sun and water.

The Oakley HALF JACKET 03 Sunglasses which are constructed of lightweight material for all day comfort and durability are good to add to my style when I feel special, all of sudden one fine day and decide to go for new look. The style would suite most of my outfits.

Now that I am buying contact lenses we are again having the debate over which contact lenses to choose from. As I am not sure I would like them, I want to try out cheaper ones first but mom insists on getting soft lenses which are safe. Not decided yet …..
This entry is a part of the contest at BlogAdda.com brought to you by GKB Optical Sunglasses

Gathering Storm... the Natural Way

noreply@blogger.com (Rayyan Rizwan) — Mon, 05 Mar 2012 17:05:00 +0000

Once I had visited the Someshwara beach in monsoon season. We hadn't been there for few weeks due to heavy rains. The sun was out after a long time and we all decided to have a look at the beach we were missing so much....

You can see how the situation changed within minutes from a bright day to a dangerous stormy one. We left in a hurry but not before clicking a few pictures. The clouds, the way they started gathering and the hue, everything was different and scary.

The Dyslexic’s Dilemma

noreply@blogger.com (Rayyan Rizwan) — Mon, 05 Mar 2012 09:08:00 +0000

Glimpse of Boat On Way To School

When I finished my 5^th grade, we had to shift to my dad’s place, which was a village was called Byndoor. I had a tough time leaving behind my grandmother, grandfather, uncle and aunty. Before moving over, my mother promised me that she will keep me happy over there. And if I missed her family a lot or had tough time adjusting there, then she would move me back to Bangalore. She kept that promise, as I was quite happy there.

TEMS, Gangolli

I did miss my family but then I had lots of freedom in Byndoor when compared to Bangalore. That made up for other losses. My grandmother never let me go out for long or alone, because she was worried that I may hurt myself. She was very nervous even about my grown up uncle. Here in Byndoor, my Mom allowed me to explore the world and learn about it myself. The problem of my languages was still there with me. The school I joined was a little far from my village so I had to travel for nearly two hours every day, but I did not mind the travel. Every day as we traveled, we all enjoyed sights of rivers, bridges, mountains, animals, birds and many other amazing scenes. Marvanthe beach always excited me though I saw it every day.

Marvanthe Beach

I really had great classmates, but at first I didn't make many friends there because I was very shy and quite different in every aspect from them, but as days passed by I got used to that place, the people and the environment.

As for the languages I had a bigger problem because I had to learn a new language, and that was Urdu. I took the challenge because; any way I was no expert in Hindi, so learning Hindi also required much effort. Another attraction was the assumption that Urdu might be easier then Hindi. I was wrong!

Having fun after exams .. whew!!

It was more difficult than Hindi, and all I could remember was some kind of weird shapes. I named them, heart, 1, b etc and wrote the exams recalling sentences of which I created visual images in mind.

The situation of exams did not change much in my new school either, I would score poor marks in languages and teachers would try hard to give me passing marks so I could go to the next class. The real challenge came in 7^thgrade when we had public exam, which meant the papers would get corrected by other school teachers, therefore my teachers couldn’t help me. They were more worried about me than me.

Beautiful Scenes on way to school..

View from the terrace of our school

We would cross many such rivers to reach the school

Lucky for me the year I was supposed to write the public exam, the system changed and it got cancelled. It was made compulsory only for 10^th from then on and somehow I managed to go till 10^th without being fluent in reading or writing Urdu and Kannada, but scraping enough marks to pull through. Now to pass the SSLC exam I had to do well in the final exams. I and my mom talked it over and decided that I will work really hard for 5-6 months and pass the SSLC exam .So I started getting up at 5:00 in the morning and started studying. I started going to our neighbour’s home, who tried teaching me Urdu. The lady was very eager to teach me, but she did not have experience in teaching children and also she could not understand my dyslexic problem. I worked very hard but it was like running fast to stay on the same spot.
It was then that my mom decided to take the reins in her hand. She learned Urdu so she could teach me (she was new to that language), that was an inspiration and hope for me that I could do it. After 5-6 months of hard work I could write a full chapter, could write letters, one word answers, but the funny thing was, I didn’t know what I was writing. My mom was more of a smart worker than hard worker, so she found out all those questions that had chances of being repeated and had plan made for me to learn those, and one world answers etc. So with all the effort somehow I passed in those languages.

Photoshop Magic of Matte Painting

noreply@blogger.com (Rayyan Rizwan) — Thu, 01 Mar 2012 07:20:00 +0000

This is my first attempt at the art form known as Matte Painting. Usually Matte painting is used to create landscapes, sets and scenes which is not accessible in real life. Usually they are created for movies, TV and print because building a physical set or traveling to a particular location to film is either expensive or in some cases impossible, because God hasn't created everything which comes into our minds :).

Matte Painting requires a good understanding of light, exposure, color theory and composition, if an artist is to create breathtaking masterpieces. It is created using a mix of digital painting, and Photoshop magic.

It was fun working with photoshop.

All elements of earth

Journey of mystery

My childhood

noreply@blogger.com (Rayyan Rizwan) — Mon, 27 Feb 2012 11:55:00 +0000

As far as I can remember, I was a very lucky child. I was living with my mom’s family in Whitelfield, where I was loved by everyone. I had the best food, clothes and whatever I wanted. My grandmother filled me with butter, ghee, and other fatty food, to make me fat, but I never gained weight. As for school, I went to a convent initially. I don’t remember how I did in my L.K.G or U.K.G, but I remember the teacher would give me sweets when I did something good. After that, we moved to Rajarajeshwarinagar, which was a little on the outskirts of Bangalore city. I was shy kid back then. I used to go and hide behind my mother whenever someone tried to talk to me. I was in a new school called New Horizon Public School. I studied there for 6 or 7 years. I was poor in both Kannada and Hindi languages. Even then the teachers liked me; maybe because I was one of the well behaved students, and never disobeyed them. I worked hard on languages but could never score good marks in them. The teachers would give me the passing marks in the languages, so that I could go for the next class. As years passed by, I had more difficulty in learning languages as they were getting more and tougher. My mom being diagnosed with breast cancer had affected my studies too and I had a very bad time emotionally back then. I was still learning the basic alphabets of the languages, when my classmates were learning letters, poems, etc. Nevertheless, I was good in maths and science.

Some memories of Rajarajeshwarinagar

Washing Uncle's bike to get a treat and ride

Playing in my garden

Getting ready for Fancy Dress Show

In my classroom

Uncle waiting to pick me up after the program

Riding my bicycle around the house

An outing with Heidi King from NYC. My Grandma's friend.

Dew Ja Vu

noreply@blogger.com (Rayyan Rizwan) — Sat, 25 Feb 2012 11:44:00 +0000

One of the greatest attractions of the morning walk is the beautiful dew drops adorning the nature. They never fail to fascinate me no matter how many times I see them over and over again..

Two Dew Drops Having a Morning Chit Chat

All The Bride Lacked Was Pearls

No Spiderman Can Create This

Web of dew pearls

Some of the photographs I have clicked with my mobile of the precious dew in the morning.

Introduction to Myself and My Blog

noreply@blogger.com (Rayyan Rizwan) — Thu, 23 Feb 2012 18:32:00 +0000

Me:- I am doing my animation course in Arena, Jayanagar, Bangalore. I have completed my diploma in computer science, but I had a very difficult time learning the theoretical subjects in my diploma. Even in my school days I had difficulty learning languages. I would never have cleared my 10^th (SSLC) exams without my mom’s help. Even now I may make many spelling mistakes in my blog. This could be because I’m dyslexic. I had difficulty learning and I was always interested in drawing. I had planned to take up animation right after my 10^th, but other than my mom, no one supported me. So I took diploma and didn’t do quite good in that. I and my mom had tough time convincing my dad to enrol me in an animation course. Now I am doing what I always yearned to do. I like what I learn and I’m enjoying the learning experience immensely. Before, I just hated to do my school work, but now, I love doing my school work and work extra hours on my studies, because I don’t feel like I’m working. I feel like I’m doing what I really want to do ....

Blog:- In this blog I’m gong to post how the life of an animator goes on. As I’m a student, I will be posting what I’m being taught in college and what I learn in the course. It will also include some of the things l do in my everyday life.

Why I started Blogging

I m not much of a writer or a reader, but my mom is really good at it. She acted as an inspiration for me to start blogging, as she has done to many others. She has won many blogging contests in the national level competitions. It is wonder she never felt tied down by being in narrow minded society, in a small village which doesn’t empower women for achievements. So, I can say I got inspired by my mom and hope I will continue to blog and not give up after few posts like many have done before.
I also want a new hobby to pursue, because, earlier my hobby was drawing and editing my pictures, or trying to make a movie. Fortunately, now this is my profession; as a result I had to look for a new hobby. I think blogging is going to be a good idea. Hope I will find good support and help from fellow bloggers in my venture.

I Love Working With Photoshop

noreply@blogger.com (Rayyan Rizwan) — Sun, 19 Feb 2012 14:51:00 +0000

Some amateur work ..

These are some pictures that I have edited in photoshop CS4

I love working with photoshop.

Name Game..

noreply@blogger.com (Rayyan Rizwan) — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 10:33:00 +0000

Having fun playing around with Photoshop CS4, premiere pro CS4
and sound forge !!!!!