Atanu Roy
Atanu Roy (born 1952) is an Indian illustrator and cartoonist from New Delhi, who has illustrated more than a hundred books for children. Roy studied at the Delhi College of Art, and illustrated his first book while he was still a student, a black and white book about the history of transportation. After graduating, he worked with publishers Rajpal & Sons, where he did book covers and illustrated the works of writers such as Amrita Pritam and Agyeya. He then worked with the India Today group as art director of the children’s magazine Target, where he also illustrated the joke pages. He has received many international awards and prizes for cartooning and illustration.
Career
As a children's book illustrator, Roy's first real picture book was a book on Tails for the National Book Trust (NBT). He went on to create several other titles for NBT, adopting a bold style with strong black outlines and vivid colors to compensate for the low-grade paper on which NBT titles were printed. Roy has also worked on books and associated educational aids for pre-school children, including games and puzzles, with various publishers in New Delhi. In an interview to the newspaper DNA, Roy described the requirements for his job in these words: "The most important skill is not to be condescending towards children and to have a good sense of humour. It is also very important to feel for the needs of each age group and create a style. A lot of background work for the right references to be visually accurate and use of detail and action to grab the child's attention is essential. A child is more interested in the content and not your name or fame."
Podcasts:
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Outta Nowhere
by: PitbullSooner or later that spark just disappears
Outta nowhere, outta nowhere
Every time one of us ending up in tears
Outta nowhere, outta nowhere
Is it good that we hurt every day?
It this worth all the pain that we feel inside?
Am I too blind to see this is happening to me
Outta nowhere, outta nowhere
I live the fast life, going nowhere fast
I see my past life and politely pass
But I'm already planning on doing it big
For my life after death, I live my life after death
Baby what you think our train is for?
That's to properly prepare you for war
So I keep you on your toes
So you could look out for your friends that are really foes
This career try to swallow us
Paparazzi try to follow us
I'm everything that my mama was
Rider, survivor, a motherfuckin fighter
Thank god for this rapping shit
Forget the cash if I'd happen this
No more life, that's for the birds
I work hard so you never say these words
Sooner or later that spark just disappears
Outta nowhere, outta nowhere
Every time one of us ending up in tears
Outta nowhere, outta nowhere
Is it good that we hurt every day?
It this worth all the pain that we feel inside?
Am I too blind to see this is happening to me
Outta nowhere, outta nowhere
The critics going nowhere (nowhere)
Thinking that they know me like the Bible, oh hell no
But they don't understand me all well
Snitching is a sport now so please do tell
The world how I raise hell
Yea, so the clown when I skip jail
I'm just tryina own teams, beat it playa
And dance on the globe like Fred Astaire
The world is ours baby
It's just waiting for us so don't be late
And we could both aim for the sky
And shoot for the stars and call it a day
Now you know that I know that we know
If the world wants war cock back and reload
A normal life, that's for the birds
I work hard, so you never say these words
Sooner or later that spark just disappears
Outta nowhere, outta nowhere
Every time one of us ending up in tears
Outta nowhere, outta nowhere
Is it good that we hurt every day?
It this worth all the pain that we feel inside?
Am I too blind to see this is happening to me