Noddy A visual narrativ e by Sujata Shid
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Story by Abhisek Behe
Noddy A visual narrativ e by Sujata Shid
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Story by Abhisek Behe
I remember those days when i used to be a regular needle at a tailor’s shop called Avantika. All the rich people used to come there with their soft organic fabrics. The wonderful colourful satin threads were my friends back then. I and the threads used to have incredible adventures inside and out of many different kinds of fabrics. Those were the glorious days when I had a proper purpose. I could still remember how I used to enjoy going through soft fabrics and so many colors of threads were tied to me. Those were the happy days of Noddy, thats me. Noddy the needle.
And now it is a completely different story. I remember how my old master found out that I wasn’t pointed and sharp enough for the fabrics anymore. I was kept aside in a separate box for months until I was given to a scrap shop. Now my companions were rusted metal pieces, nails and pipes. Having spent so much time at the scrap shop I had almost accepted that it was time for me now to retire. I sat for days at end contemplating what life had in store for me. Untill one day...
A boy came to the scrap shop and started looking around for something. He then told the shopkeeper that he wanted a needle to bind books. The shopkeeper was an ignorant guy. Little did he know that i was a sewing needle and not a binding one. He handed me over to the boy. Oh I felt scared in those careless hands. I did not want to go with him. But who has ever asked for my opinion!
That boy bought me. And so i was sticking out of his pocket as he waddled down the street.
Now I live in my master’s old compass box where he keeps all the other tools. These guys are huge and I am no match to them. It’s about 11 now and my master will come. These days I have a very different purpose. Rather than sewing fabrics together, these days I am used to sew thick papers together which already have marked holes on them. I am forced through paper, board and plastic sheets and what not. But today I have decided that that’s it I am going to take my revenge. I had just decided to plan out the revenge with thread when my master took me out of the box and into a rubber cork..
I said to the thread,“Hey I have to ask you a big favor today” “What is it?”
“Today I am planning to hurt our master.”
“Are you serious?” Thready could not believe I was saying this. “Yes! Very!” I said firmly. “You know how miserable I am right?” “I know, dear”, said the thread.
“But, its not his fault, I mean he is using you as he would use any other needle” Thready was quite loyal to his master. “I know but still he could have used someone who is made for all this rather than me, a tailor’s needle!” I defended myself. “Never mind forget that. I want to prick him today and you have to help me” “Well, I don’t know” said Thready doubtfully. “Hey we have known each other for quite some while now and I know you enjoy this a lot but I don’t.” I argued. And Thready agreed.
“Now listen to my plan carefully. Our master will start binding the book he left halfway through yesterday. All you have to do is get stuck at the right moment and distract him. I will take that chance and prick him hard!” “Take it slowly kid” Thready said. But I was far too excited to listen to that.
Master came back to the table. He put Thready through my eye. Me and Thready carefully waited and followed along as he pushed us through paper waiting for the chance. After a few stitches it was time and Thready formed a knot.
My master started to untangle the knot. Thready had done a good job. My master put me aside and started working on the knot. I got ready.
He lifted me up in order to start sewing again.
As soon as he tried to put me through another hole I pricked him. With all my might my tip went into his other hand. I felt his warm blood. I felt disgusted yet oddly satisfied. My master shouted in pain and threw me away. I whirled all the way down to the floor in triumph. Thready parted company with me. I landed with a clink on the floor.
Looking back at that day I do feel a little sorry for my master. But I am happy now knowing that I can live my remaining days getting swept from one place to another and rust in peace.
Softwares used
: Abobe Photoshop CS5, Adobe Indesign CS3 Typefaces : Rockwell Regular 11.5pt Irish Spagetti 60 pt (for the title) Book dimensions : 5.5” x 10” when closed Printed on : 120 gsm Cartrige paper Printed at : Siddhi Copiers Ahmedabad Story Book design Course Faculty & Guide Submitted by
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Abhisek Behera Sujata Shidhaye Visual Narrative Tarun Deep Girdhar Sujata Shidhaye PGDPD Graphic Design Semester 3 National Institute of Design 2011