Tigers Vs. Eagles

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A totally sad condition. I hope everything gets over soon enough.



This crude drawing here marks the start of the great cartoonist in Rahul. Don't blame my drawing now. You can't even imagine how i managed to draw this. Now I understand why I shouldn't have bunked arts classes in school.

Just wanted to try out how a cartoon would come out... Am I pleased wid myself!!!! :)

Status: Tired after a long weekend. Cant get sleep so i thought i will blog.

Comments

  1. AnonymousSunday, October 05, 2008 4:52:00 pm

    Good luck, Poet-turned-Cartoonist!

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  2. Manjunath RGMonday, October 06, 2008 8:02:00 am

    rahule there will be a third pic of a guy hanging who saw ur cartoons..!! hehehee just kidding.... good start man..!! :)

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  3. Manjunath RGMonday, October 06, 2008 11:08:00 am

    dude why did u remove ur cartoons.... they were ok man... u shud continue ur new found skill.... anyways finally its u who decide.... :)

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  4. Chandan PrabhudevaMonday, October 06, 2008 11:57:00 am

    ?

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  5. Rahul NairMonday, October 06, 2008 12:29:00 pm

    @jaga: thanx man. i will try brtter in my nect cartoon.. i will be back
    @Manja: it was a sadistic one man... i will come up with a new one soon
    @maverick: sorry maga, removed it

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  6. Bharath R STuesday, October 07, 2008 4:38:00 am

    dude i like saddistic cartoons please upload that again :)

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  7. പെണ്‍കൊടിTuesday, October 07, 2008 3:22:00 pm

    I dint see that.. :-(

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  8. Rahul NairWednesday, October 08, 2008 12:34:00 am

    @ bharath :sorry man, i will upload a new sadistic one for you.

    @ Penkodi : Dufaiyil enthu vishesham?otttakangale karakkukayaano?
    Penkodi ivide vannittu njan aaa vidaghthamaaya caroon kaanichu tharaam

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  9. Srivatsa KondapalliMonday, October 27, 2008 5:43:00 am

    where is the cartoon?

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