tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50957812011-09-01T07:21:07.735-07:00Life can be a bitch, is the general opinion. Well, since I like mine so much, I must be a dog...Anuraghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15081668599890491146noreply@blogger.comBlogger1401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095781.post-58536541571537974072010-03-21T10:35:00.000-07:002010-03-21T10:50:50.261-07:00

You can look at everything in two ways. For example, the cynical among you may think that I lost badly to a youngster whom I defeated last week in a game of tennis, almost so badly that I should be prevented from picking up a tennis racquet again. The other way to look at it would be that I built character today, learned how to look at defeat as objectively as victory, understood that winning is

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Good: I played two hours of tennis under a scorching Sun, with a guy 14 years younger to me (and who supposedly played the state circuit). Started by knocking the ball around followed by a set, which I won 6-2. Bad: My whole body will be sore all day today and tomorrow while he will sail through the way an annoying 22 year old is likely to.Ugly: Did not even make the cut last year. However, I

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Apart from the obvious risk of losing all your money, the only occupational hazard of being an entrepreneur is running the chance of getting so immersed in your work that you forget to enjoy life (which in turn leads to lack of enjoyment at work).It is inevitable, but surmountable. I just came out of an 18 month long funk which gradually, yet completely, occupied my life leaving me thinking about

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This is for today. Today, I hope you read this.If today came up to me in a pub and tried to pick on me while I was sitting on a stool drinking my pale-ale (which I really like, BTW -- the ale, not the stool), I would punch it in the face (today, that is, not the stool or the ale). It would not matter if today was accompanied by yesterday and tomorrow, even if I could really get screwed by

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When the going gets tough, why doesn't everybody just go to sleep? It really works very well for me. In fact, just to make sure that I am prepared for tough times, I go to sleep randomly, every now and then.

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Some of you people are too darn adamant and won't let me retire in peace from the illustrious blogging career that I had. When will you realize that I suffer for you, dear readers, day and night, sleeping and awake? Why is that not enough for you? Even Curious Gawker, my favourite blogger by far, takes two hours between consecutive posts, so how can I be expected to write every two months?Anyway,

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I have thought of a new game show which I am sure will be a massive hit, given the kind of sadistic pleasure people get out of seeing others make fools of themselves.This is the game format:Each contestant will be asked to choose from between two cages inside which the person can not see. One cage will have a nice birdie. The other one a wild beast. If the contestant chooses the bird, he/she gets

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So you think you are better than me because you visited this blog many times since July 2, only to find that I had not updated it! Well, I have news for you sunshine: you are right. I am sorry. Please come back. Shower me with the same love and affection that you had in your free time a year back. I need those five minutes of your time again, the five minutes which you spend reading the crap here

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Watch this video. I came across this when surfing BoingBoing. One of the best videos I have seen of late. Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.

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I have decided to come up with a software to keep track of your wardrobe. With a click of the mouse you should be able to find the exact location of your shirt, shoes or accessories. All of your belongings will be RFID tagged. The software will be easy to use and imaginative. While testing this software on my own belongings, I tried to locate my Senthil and Shrik's boxer shorts. Due to a bug, the

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Simple can be very beautiful. Much more than elaborate, at times. If you agree, go watch these three movies. Don't ask why, just watch them.Italian for beginnersThe story of the weeping camelMostly Martha (the original of this poor remake)

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I feel like a man trapped inside a man's body. There, I said it.

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Hello everyone. Sorry to keep you waiting. Here are some more pictures from the San Fran trip. Hope you like them.I have been awfully busy, but that should not be an excuse. So, without delay or agenda, here you go...

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But I will spare you a very boring excuse for my absence. Please keep checking for more pictures from the SF trip...

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Dear readers, I present to you two of my most favoured shots from today's excursion about town in San Francisco. Both the shots were taken from the top of the San Francisco Art Institute building.I shot the pictures in colour, but the moment I saw the results I felt that they could look better in monochrome. Here are the two shots, converted to monochrome. Please do let me know what you

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Some pictures of things that don't move, from San Francisco.

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I am not a big fan of bluegrass music, but I am a fan of Bela Fleck and the Flecktones. I first heard their music in 1998 when a friend lent me two of their CDs while I was wasting away my youth in New Hampshire. I was hooked when I heard their rendition of Oh Darling from the album Live Art. On the album, you can hear a clip of the song, which does not really do justice to the version on the CD

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I'm in San Francisco with Gina. For a month. Yes, a month! I've come here after seven years. Yes, seven! I love this city. The last time I was here I had a great time driving a friend's motorbike from San Jose to Monterey bay and back, but I did not see much of SF city. This time, thanks to Gina's meticulous planning, we are living in downtown SF (the orange spot on the map marks the location of

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You may have already seen this ad, but I came across it today for the first time. Lovely! :)

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I went out to De Brouckere area last evening to sit at a roadside cafe and have a quiet beer and a nice dinner by myself. Turned out to be anything but a quiet evening, and anything but a nice dinner.When I took a seat, a dog came running by and hid behind my chair. After a few moments, a woman came running shouting out what seemed to be the name of a dog. She asked me (I assumed she did, since

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Yes, I'm in Brussels till Saturday. This time I did not carry my camera and I must admit that I am seeing more things. A few things which I love about this city, apart from the very obvious (the multitude of choices that the beer industry has to offer):1. The intricate window and balcony grill patterns that most buildings have. Very ornate, yet classy.2. The public transport system -- trams,

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I am a big tennis fan, probably one of the biggest you are likely to come across in real or digital life. I am also a big fan of Newtonian Physics which mandates that, for a hypothesis to be held true as a law, it should be subjected to experiments which validate the hypothesis, or some such nonsense that only people born before 1974 could come up with. So, let's subject my claim to a credibility

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If you have been missing me, you are nuts, probably. But then, maybe you are not and I write reasonably well and you were actually waiting to see whom I made fun of in the next post (and God help me so much if it were to be you). However, your best laid plans were spoiled by a woman called Tamil Punkster (whom we shall refer to as TP in the remainder of this post; also right now I am too lazy to

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I love rains. Every year I resolve to take lots of pictures of people trying to get through the wet season, just trying to get on with their lives. Every year I procrastinate the task and miss the season. This year I decided to just get out in the rain with my camera and shoot some pictures. It was a fun experience. Some people looked at me suspiciously when I stood in the drizzle taking shots of

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Philco (a very old refrigerator)f/8.0, 1/160sTaken at Shisha cafe on June 23, 2007Windowf/1.8, 1/500sWindow overlooking the river in my office

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Senthil visited me last night. He brought beer and we sat on the balcony and talked about photography and work and drank. He borrowed my film SLR body and the Canon 28 mm prime lens. While looking for them to give to him, I came across the set of four screw-on magnification lenses which I had bought once upon a time. These are simple magnifying lenses with optics designed for photography. They

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After reading comments from various people on how there was so much noise in pictures taken by the 500mm reflex lens that I have, I decided to calibrate the sharpness and resolution of that lens against the other zoom lens that I have, the Canon 75-300 USM III. After many trial shots, I came to the conclusion that the reflex lens is probably better off being used as a flower pot (after I take out

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Three abstract shots I took with the 500 mm reflex lens. Please let me know if you like them or not.Duffel bagPen holderLegs

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One of the biggest regrets of my life is that I missed going to a U2 concert by two days. I landed in Ithaca, NY, two days after U2 had performed in Albany, which represents the same magnitude of tragedy as finding a wine bottle opener after your desperate drinking buddy has massacred the cork with a knife and pushed it inside the bottle. In short, I was very sad. Bono possesses one of the finest

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When I was in Brussels in January 2006, I met Adam Pulchart, a fellow resident at the B&B where I stayed. We interacted briefly a few times, but long enough for me to realize that he was a very nice guy -- helpful, witty and with a very open mind. This year, when I went to Brussels, again in January, we interacted a little bit more over beer, wine and food. He told me that he was really

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Senthil, passed out drunk and sleepy, yet unwilling to part with the cellphone. Gizmo addiction, I tell you.

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This weekend Gina and I, along with three of our friends who work in Bombay (Mikey, Kristine and Thom), went hiking in the Sahyadris. We went to the top of Rajgadh fort, around 70 kms away from Pune, which used to be a favourite destination of mine at one time, but which has gotten to be a little too crowded for a hiking spot now. However, we were lucky that we camped out in the open on the top

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It happened tonight! After a long time, I was able to sketch something which I felt like sharing. I came home after a long day, a long week, watched a little "American Idol" on the box but felt like doing something more fruitful with my time. So I booted my laptop to run Windows and started sketching. For a while I could not find anything to draw, so I ended up making numerous doodles which I did

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It is a fact known to those near and dear to me that I am a closet artist. Last weekend I painted very beautiful abstract patterns on the inside of my bedroom closet. However, such art does not get the kind of attention it rightly deserves. Therefore, I am trying to develop other kind of artistic abilities. On a trip to the US last September, I bought a Wacom Graphire Tablet.It is a nifty gadget,

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Guess who is who.PS. The owl sits on a branch of a tree right outside my office, mostly sleeping during the day. It took a bit of keen observation by Nandu, a colleague (of mine, not the owl), to spot it, and a lot of persuasion to get me to take a picture. Senthil can be seen occasionally on the balcony of my apartment and, just like the owl, is a creature of the night, with a little more

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Last evening I had a revelation while I sat in the balcony of my apartment, trying to think of the name of a gullible person whom I could make the scapegoat for the bug I could not find in my software. I realized that I prefer blonds. I could even go so far as saying that I loved them. I even have them sorted out very well inside my head and my three favourite blonds are Cobra mild, Kingfisher

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Yes, Brugge! I visited it on January 21, and it is a town in Belgium. Yes, Belgium! I visited it for a week in January, and it is a country in the European Union. Yes, the EU! I don't know anything about it. However, I do know a little thing about Brugge -- it is full of cycles. Don't trust me, do you? You want proof, do you? Here it is:

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Spent the winter break at Rajasthan. Went to Jaisalmer on December 29th. The place was not what I expected, but there were scores of photo ops. Ended up shooting 215 pics in a whole day. Starting from today, I am going to post some of my favourite pics from the trip.And, oh, wish you a crappy new year (Gina and I agree, for once, that there is too much goodwill in the world around New Year and

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People who know me well do not lend me money. They also know that I am the curious sort, always looking for knowledge in the most unlikely places, which is probably why I don't find any. Another thing known only to the people close to me, which is why you should be thanking your lucky stars right now dear reader, is that I am full of ideas. I am so full of ideas that if you walked behind me for a

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Taken last night against a backlit bathroom window.f/16.0, 25 s.Canon Rebel XTi.Canon 50 mm lens.

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Which one do you like the most?Backlit wall.Wall without backlighting.

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... at a construction sitef/8.0, 1/800 s

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Canon EOS D400f/5.6, 1/125sCanon 75-300 USM lens

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Canon 400 Df/4.5, 5s, 110 mmI posted this on on my photoblog today, but since not everyone here visits that place I thought I'd post it here as well.

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... Sheiroo Photography. Do check it out.

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Yo peoples! Continuing my streak of disloyalty, I have bought another digital camera. This time it is a digital SLR -- Canon Rebel XTi aka Canon EOS 400D. I could go on an on about how it is a wonderful camera, but let the picture speak 1K words.I must thank Gina, my wonderful wife, for making me buy this camera, as well as my sister Charu (whom I was visiting in US) for taking me to Circuit City

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Sameet is an old friend of mine whose life I once saved during a trek (that's another story which I shall relate on another occasion) and who is in town these days. He called me up yesterday and we decided to meet at Kiva (which is a pub which I had heard of from many sources but had not visited till yesterday).I settled in my seat there and we decided to ask the waiter for a pitcher of beer. The

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In the words of legendary Freddie Mercury, I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me. Not even Google. Some moments ago I tried logging onto my Blogger account to modify the title of my previous post (not your business why, just read what I write, will ya?) and came across a flashy page telling me that I could switch over to Google blogger beta (or whatever is the correct technical name), in two

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I'll post something here tomorrow. I promise I will. If I don't, you can have my first born child (reminder to self to exchange a high-five with wife for coming up with a cunning way of not having to take care of our kid).Tomorrow.First born.Watch this space. And send me your address where I should send the child.

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I don't like this. I can't view blogs hosted on blogger. What this means is that I have eight free hours in the office everyday and no clue what to do with them! Well, I guess I will just try and get some work done.Once again, sigh...

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I was sitting around in my room minding in my own business, unable to decide what to do next. So I decided to have a conversation with God."Yo, God..." , I said, "Let there be light. At least in New Delhi.""You punk!", came the reply rather sharply, "I decide when that should happen. You don't even believe in me. However, just to show that I am such a noble thing and all, I will let there be some

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Don't be. Not much is happening here. Except that I went running in the rain on Saturday. I try to do it at least once every monsoon. Saturday brought some good, strong showers to the city, so I decided to put on my shoes and head out in the lanes of Koregaon Park. Ended up running 12 kms, and enjoyed every step of it. There's something in rain water which causes plants and trees to flourish in a

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Tea laced with deep thoughts

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We are officially in mourning.

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I was a handsome man in my youth. My chest size was nine inches more than my waist size, not very much unlike Madonna (though my figure was less three-dimensional, I must admit), but without the journalistic scrutiny. Then, I discovered beer. Before I knew, United Breweries was rich enough to launch their own Kingfisher airline, all from my well earned and well spent money. All that beer did have

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This weekend, Gina, Senthil and I went clicking some street photographs at Lakshmi road, the busiest market in Pune. The place just overflows with subjects waiting to be shot. I did get some decent shots, though I think I could have done better. Starting tomorrow, I will try and post some pictures. Right now I have to go and beat the hell out of my tennis partner. :)

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Tell me honestly, after looking at this, am I wrong in wanting to sell my soul?

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For those who were beyond themselves with glee because of my absence from the web: nyaaah nyaaah.Much has happened since the last time I blogged. I present, in alphabetical order, the list of important things that have transpired since the last post on my blog.AardvarkAbateNo, wait! I plagiarized from the wrong source. That was my GRE word list. Here is the actual list, not necessarily

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Please allow me to present another of my favourite shots from around the apartment. For me, the charm of the shot lies in the excellent exposure I somehow managed to get. Through the gap between the door and the frame you can look at the terrace, which was where I found the clips waiting to be shot. I had just bought a gray card for correct light metering, and this was the first shot to benefit

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Since I am not eating the required amount of almonds these days, and since I am not listening to Mozart at all (two things which are supposed to make you smarter), my intelligence has gone back to its natural below average state. Therefore, no new posts.Q. What does a blogger do when he can not come up with new material?A. He posts pictures.Senthil, in one of those rare moments showcasing his

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I have been reading a lot about the Blank Noise Project lately. Makes me think. Really think hard...I think about why men harass women so much, and why it is such a pervasive phenomenon in India, and whether it would ever change, and what it would take for the change to be brought about. I don't think I know the answers to these questions.All I know is that I would like to be able to listen to

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Here's a shot from my old apartment. I was quite fond of it. It was a small two room apartment, with a balcony that was always home to a huge honeybee hive. I tried to remove it twice, but ended up killing a lot of bees in the process, so decided to let it be.I lived in the apartment for almost four years and six months. It was very interesting to see how I built up a collection of belongings

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Here is a picture of a pair of old shoes I used to have. Once, I couldn't sleep at night, so I went out but couldn't find anything interesting to shoot on the streets. When I came back to the apartment and took off my boots, I noticed how beautiful the criss cross pattern of laces looked. I set up the shoes near a table lamp and shot away. This is one of my favourites from the lot.In and out

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For some reason, this particular picture is very dear to me. Once, while searching for subjects, I decided to try and shoot everyday things in my apartment, and was very pleased at how this particular shot turned out. I hope you like it as much as I do. I was going through a weird "border" phase at that time. If you don't like the presentation, do let me know.

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Another shot from Brussels. This one, though, was shot in October 2003, the first time I visited Belgium.

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A street in Gent, Belgium.

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I love European architecture; it is ornate and creative. I quite like this shot of a house in Gent, taken from a castle top.

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I am probably the most defunct member of Pune Jazz Club. When I joined the club, I intended to attend all their meetings (every third Sunday of the month, at Max Mueller Bhavan at 11 AM) to learn more about Jazz music, to meet people who did and to have a good Sunday in general. However, I never got around to attending even a single meeting, though I do attend all the shows organized by them. I

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Because God gave us a half decent brain and look at the kind of things we ended up creating:ViagraMaine pyaar kyun kiya?Wagon RClearly, it is not womankind.

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For the first time in my life I am willing to go on record saying that I get extremely impressed with things, names and phenomena which normal people associate with the world of geeks. Which explains the title of this post.I am absolutely in love with Linux, and latest set of tools available for various distributions. The tool which impresses me the most is the Mozilla suite -- Firefox browser,

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Many people accuse me of not trying to do much to prevent growing old. They are right! Even now, as I write this word and you read it, I am aging. However, age does not necessarily mean bad things. I mean, look at Bollywood heroes -- the more they age, the more ridiculous they get. If I can become so ignorant as them by the time I am their age as not to know left from right, or a black buck from

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Caught my batchmate from college online after a long time, and we started chatting. These are a few lines of conversation.......Me: Yo! How are you?Him: Anurag! I'm good. How about you? How is married life treating you?Me: I'm good too. Married life is treating me fine, but my wife mistreats me!Him: Expected. Unlike you, she is only human.......Imagine, I had the luxury of such witty repartees

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When the pictures from the Vizag trip came back developed from the lab, I and Gina started browsing through them together, comparing notes on which ones we liked. For most pics we had similar views, except for the ones below. Gina prefers the first pic, whereas I like the second one. That's why I couldn't choose which one to put up here and decided to let you, my dear readers, choose the one you

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On the second day of our Vizag trip, our hosts arranged for a day out. We headed to Anekapalli (Vizag residents, please pardon my spelling), where Adeep, who hails from Vizag, had arranged for a canoe trip with the villagers. After an hour's drive from Vizag, we reached the lake, where the villagers had arranged for the canoe trip. They make canoes by hollowing out trunks of coconut trees. For us

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You live in a small village by the river, and you grow and catch your own food.You think your life sucks and your child deserves a better education in the city, which is not so far away from your home now as it was when you were a kid.After a few years, you sell your land to the nice man who gives you more money than you can dream of.You move to the city, your kid moves to that nice city

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Shot of lake water from a canoe.

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I'm back people, in case you are curious. No, tennis did not happen. Neither did the three novels. It was quite a disappointment to carry the tennis raquet all the way to Vizag, to reside in a room so close to the courts, but not to be able to play just because Rohit was getting engaged. I mean, don't you agree that people just can't set their priorities right these days?Anyway, what did happen

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I'm off! Day after tomorrow. I'll be gone so fast and so far it will make your head spin. Why, you ask, my child? I'll tell you why. I haven't taken a vacation in more than a year and I am really looking forward to the one starting on Wednesday. Here's the lowdown:Reason: none of your business. Sorry, couldn't help the jibe. :) Sis-in-law is getting engaged.Where:Vizag.Why: No, Vi-Zag.When: Day

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One of the last few photos from the session at Juna Bazaar. Pretty good tires, aren't they, if you look carefully at treads and all?

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I made a few observations about various things in life over the past week. It is not normal for me to ponder about where my life is going, though I do ponder a lot about where it is not going. Here goes:I have noticed that I have managed to win a few battles of the bulge, but I seem to be losing the war. Sigh...Another thing which has occurred to me is that dogs can sense fear. Really, they can.

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While walking back to work after lunch today, I noticed many photo opportunities. I have decided that my next project is going to be to shoot two rolls of colour film in Koregaon park, trying to compose abstract shots. I want to move on with my photographic expression and want to do something new. For the first roll I will shoot intensely colourful scenes from Koregaon park (composed mostly of

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When watching television with your wife and witnessing an episode where a man praises his friend's wife too much in front of his own without realizing that he is making a colossal mistake, thereby jeopardizing not only his married life but his general one as well, and then having your wife turn to you and say, "Hey, even you know better than to do that, don't you?", you know that she does not

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Glasses for sale in Juna Bazaar. The place is amazing. During the one hour and half that I was there, these are some of the things I saw:CDs and DVDsMixers, VCRs, TVsA Seikonic wind-up movie camera (which doesn't work, but which I bought for Rs. 150)Telescopes, spyglasses and binocularsEthernet switchHardware (drills, chains, pulleys, gears and what not)Kitchenware (seemed very reasonably priced)

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Photography is one of the best hobbies I have ever picked up in this life of mine. It feels great when you end up with a nice shot, something to be proud of. It feels great to shoot a roll, drop it off to a photography lab and to wait in anticipation for the prints. It feels great to discover a subject that is interesting and full of potential.Sure, there are disadvantaged to being a serious

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Seller preparing for the day at Juna Bazaar.Camera: Canon EOS Rebel GLens: Canon 75 - 300 USM IIIFilm: Kodak T400 CN

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When I was a kid (strange as it may sound)I was not scared of ghosts, snakes or the Baskerville houndThe only being that I truly, wuly fearedwas a man with a long, flowing beardNot scared was I of jumping off highest treesnot of darkness, nor of swarms of bloodthirsty bees.I could bite a dog, chase a bull, sting the antsbut the sight of a beard made me pee in my pants.So, thank God for adulthood,

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Vada-pao is a yummy thing to eat. Unheygienic, at best, but yummy. Vada is a potato dumpling deep fried in oil (can be seen in the foreground of the pic). Pao, which actually came to Maharashtra from Goa, is very similar to Portuguese bread (Goa was a Portuguese colony till very recently). The best way to enjoy a good vada-pao is to convince a friend into donating you his tongue (you will need it

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Old man selling his wares at the flea market. Stopped us and asked to be photographed. Was very kicked when I did.Black and white is such a great medium for portraits of old, wrinkly people.Camera: Canon EOS Rebel GLens: Canon 75 - 300 USM IIIFilm: Kodak T400 CN

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I went to the flea market yesterday with Gina and Senthil, where we took lots of pictures. Here is one of them. I intend to post one new picture everyday, so keep checking. Hopefully, before the current set of pictures runs out, I will have shot more.I would really love to write a lot about yesterday's experience but there are quite a few fires to be put out at work and I don't want to get burnt.

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