I got this picture from Tambaram market, Chennai. I skipped a job interview to roam the market. These were the very initial days of me learning just to walk without an expectation, also by not letting down my hope and patience on the route of finding my picture.
I got tired from walking the market, thoughts of getting back home came running to my head, it's only then i walked into this yellow tent. I didn't notice the yellow ceiling above my head, the hanging big-shopper bag caught my attention first. I stood there, i knew i have my picture here, i also remembered to control my excitement so that i don't miss my moment. I stood there calmly...took my phone out slowly clicked the camera icon...lifted my hands to click in the entire scheme of colours in front of me.
The ran away kitten.
This cat's ears will look pink when light hits on it's surface. He was a month old cat when I got this picture, he is always with his mother. I remember this day, i woke up after everyone in my home left for their day, I saw this kitten and his mom drinking milk-water from the bowl my mom had reserved for them. My mom before attending us attends the cats and two crow's who generally visit her in morning, the crows still visit my mom even though the cats ran away. The crows established a friendship with my mom, they still pay her a visit every morning.
cousin.
Hi this here is Athma Maria, she's my cousin.We were waiting for a juice to come. She is shy when she is asked to pose for a picture or asked for a song to sing. I like this picture, I think it is her eye that's appealing.
No place to fit in.
A view to a traffic from the inside of a crowded bus. The best part of our work is that the work is not tough yet, it is the traffic involved during the pilgrimage give us the shiver. I always wonder, all the time we had saved by just tapping our credit or debit cards on the point of sale machine in those coffee shops or the time we saved by tapping on a techie watch to look who had called to our cell phone instead of pulling it out from our pockets was precisely to deliver us to the traffic front.
Faith hours.
This is my father, he generally has a not so long or not so quick prayer hours. I got this picture on a Sunday evening. During his prayer hour he turns off all lights and collects us to attend the prayer.
umbrellas don't go in a straight line.
This is my uncle, I and my uncle were walking along a lane. This little lane had a steep topography. I was standing at the highest point of the curve. It was raining, the view I saw there was a street full of umbrellas and many beautiful young women incompletely drenched. At this point I was able to anticipate my picture, I just aligned myself with the moment and started to roll.
The music is here.
This is Athma again, we were on our way back home. She was seen enjoying the music blowing in the wind - snap- a picture.
faith in busses-1
This is a procession led by communist party of Kerala. Where ever there is a bus, a flag, a procession, there is a picture too.
faith in busses-2
Hey, this picture is an outcome of the communist party's procession. This old pappa was my passenger in the bus. As you see he is also getting tired with the traffic.
No he was not posing for me.
Reasons to loathe
This one here is a view to a rainy day in Kollam, Kerala. This is my window in a lodge i lived for a while. This is an okayish picture- as a friend of mine quoted. I don't know, sometimes I only like to take pictures whose details are mundane and aesthetically dumb . I definitely like beauty- I think it's the sadness and ugliness provide the space for the beauty to appear beautiful.
-I was in a ugly mood while writing this.
Just like that.
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| a girl eating at Guindy Railway station,Chennai. |
As you can see, this is a little girl eating after a rain. You ask me what's the point- nothing special, i think it is just a smart little girl making hay before the sun runs out, meanwhile others are still busy figuring it out.
Mom and Dad.
My mom and my dad.
When time didn't provide.
If you are an Indian with a little awareness of some important schemes of India, with a little knowledge in Hindi & English language, you may presumably connect the dots in the picture too. Unfortunately or fortunately the woman with her child trying to climb a bus didn't make it clear in the picture.
faith in buses- a working man.
He was yawning, just yawning inside a bus during a night ride. No more stories please, he says i think.
a paper shop in mono.
This is a paper shop in Hospett bus stand, Karnataka. Actually this is an inspired picture. There are a tonne of beautiful pictures i would like to reprise, this is one of them. I think it is possible for me, i should just be permeable to my environment and continue taking pictures.
I took this picture in a small restaurant in Hampi, Karnataka.
I just don't know what to say for this picture. This is a lovely little restaurant in Hampi, it had couple of murals on it's wall like the interesting one you see behind the man. I should just thank the lady passing by and the thinking man, they lured me into choosing this picture so that i would put it up here.
At Tambaram Railway station.
This is a picture of two old women selling fruits at the railway station, the frame you see in the picture are my fingers i placed on my camera intending to give it some kind of a feel.
I got this picture while i was waiting for Prashanth anna at Tamaram railway station, he is a nice friend.
At The Chennai Photo Biennale,2019.
Raghu Rai, at the Chennai photo biennale. He is India's mirror, he reflected whatever the situation gave him. All his encounters with the reality gave him a formidable man's stature.
A morning tale.
This is my mom's fancy mirror in our kitchen. This is her latest morning picture. With all the rim lighting our east facing kitchen would look brilliant in the mornings, wonderfully lit by the sun god himself.
My mom's rich skin tone adds more drama to the morning tale of a wonderfully lit kitchen.
Tailor Shop
This picture is a tailor Shop in Pazhavanthangal, Chennai. This busy tailor and his tailor shop at the street's corner influenced me in taking this picture.
Two men, two pillars and good lighting.
This picture is from Eekatuthangal metro station, Chennai. This place has good features, all it's rugged finish pillars with a warm halogen lighting . I thought it'd be nice if I had someone to stand for a picture, then these men came by. I asked them can you stand for a picture, they said it'd be cool if i could contribute for their booze for the day. They stood for couple of pictures and I paid for their party!! as a token of gratitude.
I got a sense of pride after paying them, it helped me convince to accept the artist in me. I think they would have Toasted my name. Cheers..
A rain, after a long time.
Our Chennai city saw its first rain after a dry spell of 194 record days. This is the tent of our neighborhood's iron man, the shop keeper generally closes his shop while i am getting back from my job. This rainy day, the shop was open with it's light on just for me to take a picture of it in this style. The fact is, it'll be just me who'd have seen this shop in this combination among million other textures of permutation.
One day i will show this combination of the tent to the iron man and say, your tent can look like this also.
The day i felt like attending a funeral.
I was getting back home in a bus after my work, as I was sitting by the window I see a funeral procession on the neighboring lane. I see this young girl sitting on the steps of the funeral wagon, the way she was sitting in that entire scheme caught my interest, I thought I should attend it. After a quick discussion with my saner part I decided to join the march, with an added intention of getting ideas for a film story, a picture or at least the mood which can put me in a creative trip.
I joined the march, I started to track the procession by taking pictures. My other dimension started to protest my actions; it raised questions against my sensitivity, my humanity index. I continued, unaffected by the questions posed by my sensitive dimension.
We all reached the burial ground, to my amazement the burial ground was very much present within the living society, peaceful, Camouflaged like a park clad with an immodest silence. Speaking metaphysically, for me the cemetery looked like an enlightened hermit sitting there, and all the dead men go to him seeking peace and knowledge about their identity. I was now constantly prodded by my guilt nerve for not reciprocating with respect for the dear departed.
When I took this picture, the funeral conductor(foreground- left) was about to perform a ritual for the deceased, he instructed the girl to light few camphors for the idol and dictated a verse for her to repeat after him. The funeral conductor's formidable intent was new to me, his instruction hits you like a dart.
"A friend asked, was my intention of getting into a creative pursuit satisfied after the funeral??
I think, i taught myself to detach from emotions, it'll help me to bring out the reality mixed up with intense human emotions, thus aiming for a greater good. "
In between the hours.
This is me,my mom and my brother waiting for a train. This is how we looked like in the between hours of our life. We met after our day to see off a relative who visited for Onam. We were drained after the day and just wanted to get back home.
Another Little personal moment that caught my eye
"Sleepy leaves seldom look alive"
This is a nice spot I found at my brother's construction site. This picture was taken during the golden hour, so the characters in the pictures may appear asleep.
thanks for now.
