A Wedding Idea

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When my pen rests, my pencil is at work. This a cartoon from the archives. Am considering a change in profession. How about turning a wedding planner? :P

Comments

Phoenixritu said…
Wow!!! Artist and writer ... really talented Vibz!
Jun 15, 2010, 1:05:00 PM
Lakshmi Rajan said…
Hey that's a wonderful pencil work ! I don't know about changing profession to wedding planner but you will make a wonderful toon artist for sure :)
Jun 15, 2010, 1:11:00 PM
Vibhuti Bhandarkar said…
HEy Ritu Di,
U liked the cartooning?
Thanks a ton..Am trying to revive the artist in me..Had gone to sleep since my baby arrived..:D
Jun 15, 2010, 1:16:00 PM
Shilpa Garg said…
Wow! you are truly talented Vibhuti!!
Liked the demure look of the bride's elephant!! :D
Jun 15, 2010, 1:33:00 PM
T F Carthick said…
Nice one. You drew the whole things from imagination?
Jun 15, 2010, 1:53:00 PM
magiceye said…
excellent work vibs!!
you must pursue this passion of art too!!
Jun 15, 2010, 1:59:00 PM
Sayak Shome said…
Artist, writer,/ Wedding planner;/ Overflowing talent,/ Astoundingly candescent. :)
Jun 15, 2010, 3:38:00 PM
SATYAKAM said…
It's very beautiful pencil work... It gives me a feeling that ur a talented artist...
Ye Dil mange more ;-)
Jun 15, 2010, 3:57:00 PM
Vibhuti Bhandarkar said…
Hi Lakshmi, glad you liked my pencil sketching too. Cant say how well I will do as a toon artist but will definitely give it my best try! :D
Jun 15, 2010, 5:43:00 PM
Vibhuti Bhandarkar said…
Hehe Shilpa you noticed that? Thats my fav part too..:D Thanks a ton!

HI Deepakji: Am so happy to see that you are visiting my blog regularly. Your comments are very precious..So keep showering my blog with them! Thanks a ton
Jun 15, 2010, 5:45:00 PM
Vibhuti Bhandarkar said…
@ Sayak:Thats very sweet and generous of you. I am not planning to step into wedding planning..Please that was just a joke! LOL..:P

@ Satyakam: Yeah I hope I can deliver more. Am reviving the dormant artist in me..Your compliments will definitly keep my pencil inspired..:D Thanks a lot
Jun 15, 2010, 5:47:00 PM
Sayak Shome said…
I had to add wedding planner to rhyme with the previous line and also to maintain the meter. :P It would be an interesting venture though, planning weddings. :)
Jun 15, 2010, 8:07:00 PM
Haddock said…
Like this one.
Reminds me of how the bride and groom (in a christian wedding) are carried around in a chair, till they finally get to kiss.
Jun 15, 2010, 9:44:00 PM
Preeti said…
Thanks for stopping over at my blog - it led me straight to your awesome blog! :)
What a piece of work!! Too good! :)
Jun 16, 2010, 10:19:00 AM
Sweta said…
nice one..... :)
u consider cartooning for sure as one option.
Jun 16, 2010, 1:59:00 PM
sushobhan roy said…
Hats off to you for coming up with such wonderful creativity..:)

A RK Laxman in the making..:)
Jun 17, 2010, 7:15:00 AM
Sayak Shome said…
I had to add wedding planner to rhyme with the previous line and also to maintain the meter. :P It would be an interesting venture though, planning weddings. :)
Nov 4, 2010, 11:32:00 AM
Sayak Shome said…
Artist, writer,/ Wedding planner;/ Overflowing talent,/ Astoundingly candescent. :)
Nov 4, 2010, 11:32:00 AM
Lakshmi Rajan said…
Hey that's a wonderful pencil work ! I don't know about changing profession to wedding planner but you will make a wonderful toon artist for sure :)
Nov 4, 2010, 11:32:00 AM
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