The TICKING phenomenon

Past can be blur, Past can be dark
Past might haunt you and might tear the mask.
Every tic of the hand, freezes an irrevocable moment
Hence drown the dark past with the bright present.

LIGHT CONDITIONS: Natural day light.

The ever distracted ME

FOOTNOTE: This is an attempt at self-portraiture. My world is vast. But its all restricted to art. This picture speaks about the culturally rooted girl that I am and yet my eyes see beyond any thresholds. I owe it all to my camera.

Tireless HOPE

My world was vast...I was happily swinging in it

My world was simple...I was happily scratching my butt

Then you happened.

and I saw the dead end.

As I squeal tirelessly, I find fingers at me and that amusing smile

Now I am tired...all I do now is sit and hope all the while...

I SEE in the darkness

Deep within the darkness in you, keep your vision bright and clear.

LIGHT CONDITIONS: Nokia E 63 Mobile torch light.

A womb OUTSIDE a womb.

I find infinite peace now...I will soon lose it...

I will end up spending a whole life trying to claim it back...

So let me sleep for some more time...

Let me be one with peace. 

FOOTNOTE: This is a picture of my cousin sister's second son Anirudh. He is just 20 days old. I went to visit her and cuddle him for merely 2 hours. Unfortunately he was sound asleep and he seemed to be too much in peace to be woken up! What attracted me to this composition before clicking the picture was that, the fabric in which he was being rocked resembled the 'womb' in flesh, color and coziness. It recreated the real image of him inside my sister's womb! Hence I came up with such a caption. 

LIGHT CONDITION: Diffused sunlight filtering through the curtains of the bedroom and further through the fabric. 

Serene PONDICHERRY

LOCATION: PONDICHERRY, TAMILNADU, INDIA

YEAR OF VISIT: 2011

If there ever is a place of ‘liberation’, a place of ‘soul’, a place of 'originality', a place where natural and supernatural entities ‘co-exist’, and a place that is yet ‘grounded’, then it has to be Pondicherry.

Personally, I enjoy traveling and experiencing the city alone. Here I bring you the ‘feel’ of the city through my work. If by viewing the pictures, you are 'urged' to visit the city, nothing else can be more 'honorable' to me. I wish you a great journey and stay here.

 

 THE MOTHER ASHRAM 

The very source of inspiration for the city.

A place to where you lose yourselves in the fragrance of exotic flowers, surrender at the 'samaadhi' of Shri Aurobindo and The Mother, and find yourself within you.

VILLA BLANCHE - The 'White' town

Being the base of French quarters during the French and British rule in India, a remarkable influence of French rule can be witnessed in 'a' part of the city. Racial discrimination was expressed in terms of architecture by demarcating the city into 'White' town and 'Black town'.

The White town encompassed the typical French principles of designing; well zoned streets for parking, pedestrians and structures.

The amalgamation of French and Indian elements of architecture is vivid in this picture.

 

 GOLCONDE: A dormitary for The Ashram
This structure is a living example of The Ashram's principles.
Relish its quality interiors via the link I have attached to the name.

My eyes do not miss the details. They form the most trivial and exhilarating part of any world. 

The brilliant simplicity of this wooden door framed contrastingly with the rugged grey RCC column and beam with a blank white wall serving as the perfect background  swept me off my feet.

 

          

     

The Indian sentiment is to be noticed in the picture on the left. The mask of a 'rakshasa' (the devil) is displayed on the exterior walls of many houses to ward off the evil eye.

 

 

 The vibrant colors and the artistically carved details speak Indianess in every respect. It seems to be a habitat of a French person from the name plate.

And now I take you to the 'breezy' side of Pondicherry.

 This woman was bewitching. I saw myself in her. She was enjoying her lone moment the way I do. It looked as if she was listening to the waves and smiled back with absolutely no inhibitions.
She was one with the city. She made my day.

BEAUTY NEVER AGES

Her eyes...they never age

they never cease to express concern

LIGHT CONDITIONS: Natural daylight flooding from the door.

A.R.RAHMAN with his ROCKSTAR team

 The team performing on KHUN FAYA song. 

 

When he closes his eyes, his magic opens....

 

The fire dances to his tunes...

Finally! He notices me!

FIRE v/s GOD

"You are nothing compared to the fire 'in' me"

FOOT NOTE : I am incredibly lucky to have gotten this picture just as I wanted. The fire stopped being pumped after the very second I clicked this picture. A.R.Rahman has come a long way since his first mega hit album ROJA. Its truly amazing to see the same amount of fiery and passionate performance.

A QUIET Harmony

We fly low, we fly high

we live in fear, and soon we die

but whatever be it

we are together knit.

FOOT NOTE: Clicked in Pune.

LIGHT SOURCE: Bright Afternoon light

The tale of a TEAR

FOOT NOTE: I thank my cousin Ashwin for such a stunning yet natural stages of emotions he brought out.
His tears are real. He is an excellent and passionate actor. Today he has proved it. Thank You for trusting my talent and letting me use you for my passion.

LIGHT SOURCE: Torch light using NOKIA E 63

A stream of PAIN...

Take it...It is the most honest possession at the moment I can offer...

LIGHT SOURCE: My very own laptop.