A winged visitor


Was reading a book on a rainy night when i noticed that i had company. I quickly fetched my camera and tried to get a bit cosy with the visitor. She posed quite well i must say. Really loved the green colour of her body and the shiny striations on the wings and ofcourse, the piercing eyes. Insects can be so beautiful when seen through a camera’s lens.



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Drops

It’s that time of the year again, when the chill in the air, the fragrance of wet earth, uncertainty of transportation, greenery all around is unmatched. Also a time of the year, when my observations through my camera’s view finder, get a much needed boost. Water drops never look as inviting and demanding to be captured, ever.
Just a matter of time before i resume trekking in the Sahyadris. Can’t wait to capture more drenched cobwebs and more water drops hanging on the edge:)


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Blissful Bihu: the Assamese folk dance

Kala Ghoda arts festival (KGAF) always exposes me to something new each year, which is precisely the reason why i eagerly look forward to it. I had always heard of the folk dance of Assam – Bihu dance – but this year i witnessed it live at KGAF.

It is a dance performed by young men and women during the Bihu festival. The women were dressed in vibrant green sarees called mekhalas accompanied by men wearing traditional dhotis and gamochas. Bihu music involves the use of traditional instruments like the dhol (a drum), a mohor singor pepa (a pipe instrument made out of buffalo horn) and cymbals among others.
The dance form was quite energetic, with a liberal dose of jhatkas among the women. A little googling on the festival gave me the answer:
“This joyous dance is performed by both young men and women, and is characterized by brisk dance steps, rapid hand movement, and a rhythmic swaying of the hips in order to represent youthful passion, reproductive urge and ‘Joie-de-vivre’.”
Enjoy the photographs:)
Men in traditional gamocha
Engrossed in a thundering dhol segment

Probably the only still shot i captured from the entire session



Another instance where i could capture a stance…..


….while most of the times, the dance movements were too fast for my camera

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Flirtatious Finlandia

I was first introduced to Finlandia around two years back, when a cousin who works as an Officer on a carrier ship returned from his voyage. Never in my life had i tasted such smooth vodka. For the first time, i did not feel the need to drink vodka with any accompaniment. For once, i drank vodka, the way it should be drunk – Neat. This was two years back.
Couple of months back, i purchased a Finlandia Lime Fusion vodka to re-acquaint myself and my cousins with its taste. It’s colourless and has absolutely no odour. As you take the first sip, the vodka will most likely bite you on the tongue and the roof of your mouth, but you will be surprised at how smoothly it will slide down your throat. It does not leave any wierd taste or burning sensation after being gulped down. You do get a mild aftertaste of lemon rind. You might get the impression, that it is too smooth to actually hit you. Well take a couple of pegs and let the magic start unfolding:)
Seen in the photograph above are two cousins who are out. I was knocked out as well, but shot some photographs before retiring to bed. Between the three of us we couldn’t finish the bottle as we had decided to, when we started some hours back:P
Which reminds me, there’s still some vodka left. Need to get back to it soon.
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PS: The bottle is completely transparent. The yellow/orange colour is the ambient light.

A Flury’s Experience

This is an old photograph that i came across while browsing my folders. Realised i had never shared it on this blog. I also recalled a writeup i had put up on another blog (back in the time, when i did ‘Write’ long posts). Thought of sharing it here, till i get decent enough photographs to populate the blog:)
April 12th, 2008 : Flurys has been conquered, FINALLY.
Everyday while passing outside the Flurys outlet, when I was working in and around Park Street, Kolkata, I used to watch with envy, firangs and desis alike, eat their way to glory, a hallowed breakfast. It always made the foodie in me wonder, when the hell will i eat ‘The Breakfast!’ Having stayed in Kolkata for 8 months and not having visited Flurys for a breakfast was blasphemous.
The hard part involved convincing my friends here to join me! If that was done, then the rest, as they say, would be bacon and chicken along with juice and coffee.
I mean c’mon its no mean task to convince people to wake up early on a weekend, and go all the way from Salt Lake City to Park Street for something as trivial as a breakfast. On top of that, spending a BOMB on it.
Flurys – Five Generations of Fine Confection – goes the tagline. It’s been around in the famous food district of Kolkata, Park Street, for a good eight decades. Founded in 1927, by Mr. and Mrs. Flurys, Flurys introduced the cafe culture in Kolkata. It was, and still is, famous for the European delicacies it has on offer. Creamy Pastries, Crossaints, fabulous cakes and a variety of exotic breads form a key market segment for Flurys, with regular customers who visit to collect their regular quota of bakery products. Come Christmas season, and one is bound to find serpentine queue outside this institution. However, the place is quite reknowned for the one thing i was there for that day, The Breakfast.
The first thing that one will notice when he/she enters Flurys is the ambience. One has got to hand it to the interior decorator who has renovated the old Flurys to the present day beauty that it is, without killing the soul of the place. Outer glass walls with the Flurys insignia printed in a calligraphic pink font, makes it stand out amongst the other restaurants in the locality.
Brown is the color theme inside, which is followed to the tee. The light and dark brown chequered pillars leading to the main pastry counter stand strong. The warm lighting adds to the charm of the place, and the chandeliers seems straight out of some Maharajahs palace. On the wall to the right side, are sepia – toned photo frames, showcasing various aspects of the place from the customers to the kitchens. The brown colored wooden chairs with a slightly curved strong back are instantly relaxing. Finally, completing the colour theme, are brown liveried waiters wearing a white apron.
The seating arrangements by the glass walls is the best according to me. It really gives one a feeling of being on some roadside European cafe. Watching the flood of humanity going to and fro along the footpath and the vehicles zooming past the busy and chaotic Park Street, in such calm environs, is an experience worth savouring.
Scanning the menu was just a formality, as I was very sure what me and my three friends were going to have. The non – veg Breakfast, hands down! According to the menu, it comprised of two pieces of chicken sausage, one piece of bacon (pork), a potato cutlet, baked tomato, one omlette, two slices of bread and butter. Juice would be served along with all of them, followed by coffee for me and tea for the rest. On reading the menu, i wondered, what’s so special about this?
That was till the order actually arrived. It was a riot of colors, a treat for sore eyes. Only colour which didn’t feature prominently, was green, actually it didnt feature at all.
Without further ado, i started with the proceedings while the others were thinking of where to start first. Having stayed away from chicken for a good 25 days, as Kolkata was gripped in the shackles of Bird Flu, i was more than delighted to cut the sausage and pierce it with the fork, and guide it to its final destination. The chicken was a quite soft and juicy and i just enjoyed my first chicken bite, after ages, for a good minute.
Bacon was something i had last tried in 1992. Yeah, its been almost sixteen years since. I had completely forgotten what it tasted like. Now this is the part where i actually had to struggle with my fork. The bacon was hard, and although cutting it was some task, piercing it with the kinda blunt fork was tricky. It needed hard chewing, it was hard meat alright, but the constant chewing made the juiced ooze out of the meat and add another dimension to its taste. I continued with the ‘jugal-bandi’ of chicken and bacon.
Then i attacked the omlette. Now this omlette was very subtle and was very lightly cooked, thus retaining its liquidity. The vivid yellow yolk seemed like a balloon filled to capacity about to burst, and burst it did, when i touched it with my fork. I am not a fan of yolk, so the best thing i could think of was dipping the bacon/chicken into the yolk and eating the combination, and trust me, it actually amplified my respect towards the yolk part of an egg.
The potato cutlet was as normal as potato cutlets are, filled with bits and bits of potato. It kind of neutralized the OD of non-vegetarian variety. I couldn’t make heads or tails of the baked tomato, i mean it had a brownish crust on it, and there was no post processing (for lack of a better word, adding the Photoshop slang) . I didn’t even bother trying it. The color theme of the food was matched with that of the interiors by the brown crust of the bread. Have to add, the bread and butter did make the overall breakfast that much heavier.
The juice, which i was expecting to be made in-house with fresh fruits, was a let down, as it was of those synthetic juice variety and had a wierd taste. But as always can’t abandon juices, so finished it off along with the solid food. The final order, coffee for me and tea for the rest, followed.
We raised a toast to Flurys with my coffee and their tea. It was indeed an experience. For the first time in my life, i actually had had such a heavy breakfast. Not to mention, the most expensive breakfast too. But then, none of my friends complained about that fact, as it was our last meet in Kolkata. As a memento, i secretly picked up the packets of white and brown sugar which were enclosed in paper packets having the Flurys insignia.
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Ciao

Shaping the pot

Was just going through one of the blogs on my Blogroll called Project Dharavi which is documenting the life around Asia’s largest slum. The members includes writers, painters and photographers who are documenting Dharavi through their medium of choice.
I remembered doing a photo essay as a part of my Journalism school assignment which also revolved around the same theme. I was visiting Dharavi for the first time back then and was completely impressed with the enterprising individuals i came across there. Leather tannery, farsan making units, lantern workshops, hand painted diyas were just some of the many cottage industries i came across there.
I mainly concentrated on the Kumharwada or Potter’s Colony. Since i had gone shooting just a few weeks prior to Diwali that year, the potter’s colony was buzzing with activity. Here are two photographs from that series, where i finally came across a potter who was shaping his pots on the potter’s wheel. I was tired of seeing the electronic wheel where ever i went. I know it was convenient, but having grown up with the vision of seeing pots being shaped on the wheel (which was rotated manually) i guess i wanted to see it live.

I guess it is about time i make another trip to this wonderful place.
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PS : Working on the Kala Ghoda Arts Festival 2011 photo blog post. Stay tuned.

Next Clearance 8.50am

Three things, in ascending order of stupidity, were going through my mind when i was composing this shot :
Scenario 1 : This guy is probably waiting for his girlfriend, to spend some quality time with her in the Horniman circle garden behind him. He’s had a long work week. In fact, he’s just come straight from his office to this spot. For a change, he has arrived earlier than his girl.

Scenario 2 : This guy had probably come to drop a letter in the box. But in the hurry (probably due to lack of sleep, as explained in scenario 1) ended up dropping the envelope filled with his salary cash. Now starts the wait till NEXT CLEARANCE which according to the letter box is at 8.50 am. 20 minutes to go till then.

Ok, now do not judge my mental well-being on this one.
Scenario 3 : This guy has probably had a fight with Box No 54. He was confused as to which side to put the letter in through. He asked the letter box himself and on not receiving any answer started kicking and abusing him. Box No 54 is probably thinking to himself, “The impatient fool, can’t he see i am forbidden from speaking till 8.50am?” and he goes back to sleep, leaving the stranger looking out for help.
I can’t remember the last time i used a letter box. Probably a decade back. Wonder how many people in the city (barring for official purposes) use the letterbox for personal mails. Hell, even office work happens through courier services these days.
But, it feels good to have these around. Reminds you of simpler times.
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Ciao