Archive for July, 2008

23
Jul
08

travails of that endless search…

monkeys in kodegehalli. watching me while i prepare my breakfast. i watch ’em make quick love on plastic water tanks placed in high altitudes . wonderful stuff. so much like us…. just a tad more adventurous.  such bravado!

walked along jew town. surrounded by overwhelming antiquity. very commercial.

took ferry, crossed islands, drank juice, ate at kayee’s. ate some more. watched show at seeindia foundation. the face is a theatre, they say. the colours on them symbolic.  

chinese fishing nets. only ten left. tsunami cleared away many that once did exist. 

taking photographs of them fishermen folks at work. some ask for money. saying they’re poor. i agree. but not sure if i could pay them. i have my own ways to ‘pay’ back, i feel. that is, to take photographs. some fishermen don’t like that, or rather it means little to them. i can’t help it, i won’t be able to pay. sorry. end of story. i move on. a tad dissapointed.

watching outlines of hills of bluish-grey cast. watching clouds in the night sky embracing the western ghats. nh4 it was. if i remember correctly. moon lit night. bus moving slowly around the curves and edges. beautiful.

koshys. blossoms. radio indigo. getting hold of rare dvds and books. happy consumption.  

pushing films, waiting for results. keeping fingers crossed.

10
Jul
08

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blurted out lately

- now if you wanna pose like mona lisa...i am gonna take my paint and brushes along... - i was thinking this one would be based on intuition as well...just as everything else.. - i for the first time am having a go at your brains... - no your sounding just right...bose...well tuned...

Good Grief! *from The Statesman

Looking Back: Some youngsters find it 'fashionable' to know about their city's past. Perhaps they are easily inspired by plans government representatives present every year at tourism fairs to promote Kolkata as a 'heritage' destination! Sometime back a couple of youngsters turned up Statesman House wondering whether prints of old photographs of the city were available. They went on to reveal their plans of starting 'heritage walks' in Kolkata. It was suggested that they should meet people like PT Nair and Rathin Mitra for information about the city's past. Their reply was 'interesting' ~ "Who?..." What are they doing these days? Why don't you find out!

About This Blog -

In case you have made it this far and wondering where you are, I think I owe you an explanation. After all I must have done something that brought you here. Anyways.... About this blog - don't know what strange affliction it is to post random inconsequential snippets from the recesses of my demented mind. Its deliberate, but an accidental one. And it continues to evolve in that way. The word evolve should not be taken in a Spencerian understanding of things, it's perhaps a more random haphazard spurted 'growth' than anything else. Sometimes its just plain stagnant. It is quite embarrassing at times to put up anything here on this blog. In any instance this self publishing exercise will always be a scarred reminder of how stupid one can be. Therefore, without deprecating my efforts further, I want to say that this blog isn't about my photographs (that's what I primarily engage in - photography), it isn't about whether the opinions I have on certain issues matters less, it isn't about how I made a discovery by the way of a film or a place I just happened to have visited, it isn't about all those things I just mentioned and also isn't about those things that could corroborate with the above mentioned disclaimers. So what is it about? Well, I think, its about the emptiness that surrounds me, the emptiness of thoughts and memories and afflictions - by the way of a person, a place, a music, a film. Not much into analysis, more into observations. More visual than literal. Although sometimes the two mix well, at other times they're like oil and water. It's abstract, and its how I feel about life. Don't try to make sense of it. You'll probably be very disappointed. So what's the point of being here? None ~ Zilch. It's very personal and very selfishly so. Peace & love. Siddhartha