Experimenting Macro photography

A Complimentary Pencil

Ma is crazy about the Rubik's Cube

A tiny classic waiting to be read

Tried my hand at Macro Photography with self timer as suggested by a friend. Took at least 25-30 pictures, but, just found these 3 worth putting up here. :)

Green Cover and the Naked Sun

Taken from a cab a couple of days back

While returning from work last evening

Useless Feet :P

Bangalored - II

Deep in Conversation

My Sis-in-Law Kanchan

& Ma

Check Bangalored - I  here.

Books

Some books have a meditative quality.

They make you forget the surroundings,

the colour of paper, fonts, dog ears or any such thing.

Just words and thoughts therein revibrate inside.

Taking you closer to bliss.

Bangalored - I

Manish working from home - shaken not stirred (I mean the pic)

The Couple - Kanchan & Manish

Ranveer guiding me on the ramp

Quenching the thirst

Father, Son & the laptop

Jai obediently poses for me

Not so heavy traffic in the by-lanes of Kormangala

Truckloads of Joy

I tried clicking some trucks parked in and around Willingdon Island while returning from work. It is amazing how mundane sights become interesting when you have a camera with you.

Surviving in the daily life

Sometimes while trying to survive in your daily life you tend to miss out noticing what big transformations you have been through over the years. Last Sunday I happened to spend a few hours with two college boys (they may become filmmakers or writers in the future,who knows).  In between the conversation I asked one of them the year of his birth, 1994 he said. His reply made me  wonder aloud 'what was I doing in 94?' I was 22 then, had just joined the Degree Course (or was it my 2nd year?), wishing to make my life worthwhile. But, whatever I'm doing today seemed like impossible dreams at that time.

On Monday, I received a message from a friend saying that 2012 also passed in a jiffy, his son became 8 years old and daughter 4 years old. It made me realise that I’d no such scale to measure my own ageing (even though I'm for almost 15 years now and writing for at least 12 years). So, I feel mentally stuck in my teens or early 20s believing that life is yet to begin.

This video taken in the early 90s further shows the transformation in the physical world as well, these days PCs don't have floppy drives as floppies have become extinct and PCs have began to be replaced by laptops or tabs.

So, looking back can be fun sometimes.

A torn poster and a hoarding

Watching film posters is a weakness from childhood (this was clicked while going to work sitting in an auto).

And, this while coming back...



(was trying to get this hoarding of Biennale on the Thompampady Bridge for a while now).

Happy 2013

Under Construction

A multi-storey housing complex coming up next door. They had brought down an 'old world' tiled house there. I regret not having a camera with me to capture the old structure for posterity.

On the clothes line

എന്റെ പ്ലാവ്‌ പൂക്കുന്നു (കട ചക്ക) My curry jack-fruit tree is flowering... 



As clicked by Ma (below):

Caught the setting sun

In fluke, from the auto rickshaw while returning from work yesterday. I was just trying to click and see if I could maintain my balance without really focussing on anything particular. Lucky Me!

Effort to capture a Hibiscus

In the end Ma did it very effortlessly

Kochi Muziris Biennale/ Fort Kochi

Visited Fort Kochi yesterday afternoon with friends Sendhil, Raju and Raju's brother Nitin to see what Kochi Muziris Biennale is all about. We had been planning this kind of outing for a long while now and it just coincided with the Biennale.

Against the empty walls in the David Hall:

with Sendhil

with Raju

It is a black wall for a change

Books in the background

In the Parade Ground

A fallen tree

On the walkway

with artist Mrida Joshi

This is her website.

These photos are clicked by Raju, Sendhil and Nitin (who refused to face the camera) random order.

Guilt

Guilt feeds on your innards

It is easy to forgive others

When they err

but tough to pacify your own soul

If you are the one who has erred.

It's a tightrope walk

Being aware of your limitations yet not letting them depress you or stop you from doing what you can takes effort.

After the coming of twitter and facebook single line posts have disappeared from blogs, otherwise I remember many popular bloggers posting single line thoughts or recommending something to read many times in a day.

The above thought came to me in the afternoon and as usual I saved it in my phone with the intention of copying in fb and twitter later. Then this idea struck me why not use the blog? I've always felt that a blog deserves respect and it shouldn't be used unless you've something substantial to say. So, I've posted this thought here just to fight my long held notion.

I'd started preparing the background for a longer post about how this thought sprouted and the vague experience behind it. Then said to myself "What the hell...".

Anyway, this has become a long post of respectable length for this blog.

Hand-Eye Coordination – My Experiments with the Camera

I have admired and envied sports-persons like Virender Sehwag and others who are said to have great hand-eye coordination that helps them bring magical charm to their game. For me let alone hand-eye coordination, my hands most of the time refuse to move on my wish. But, I do try to push myself once in a while I like to try something that feels though at the onset.

Trying to click photos is one of them, like I tried last weekend in the break between watching two films back to back in Saritha Theatre,  it helps the place is wheelchair friendly by default and I can reach all the three screens without being physically carried much.

Da Thadiya - One of the most eagerly awaited X'mas releases

Corridor leading to the theatre

Apart from watching movies, I love to see the pics of forthcoming attractions while being in a theatre

Being pushed to my seat

Seats next to mine

Thanks Slogan Murugan for the idea of taking pictures of my weekly visits to the theatres.

A Poem

Wishing that a poem comes to me now.

Just to let you know how precious you are.

To describe the effect your crackling voice has on me.

And, to be reassured that true love

doesn't diminish with the distance

or the lapse of time.

What I could click

Serious Men, the Amul Girl & of course a couple of movies on my table

Picture on the wall

Typing the previous post.

Getting a grip of the new Canon Powershot A2300