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[13 May 2010 | No Comment | 693 views]
The guardians of the night

One of the things that has always interested me is the street lights and the color of the street in the night when these lights are on. I have always wanted to do a series where I capture the essence of these lights. I am presently working on a project that tries to capture this essence. The project involves traveling across the city (Bangalore) in the night and exploring the other lifestyle that exists in the nights. So far I have explored the empty streets.
The streets with dogs and walking …

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[26 Apr 2010 | 5 Comments | 982 views]
A Fishy Tale

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Fish have been around for 500 million years. Fish are cold-blooded, which means their internal body temperature changes as the surrounding temperature changes. All fish have a backbone and there are primarily three classes of fish namely, the jawless, the cartilaginous, and the bony. There are about 20,000 different species of bony fish alive today.
Any visit to the fish market is an interesting experience every time. The hustle-bustle of the people is always chaotic. What’s peculiar of every fish market is the …

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[25 Oct 2009 | 6 Comments | 1,798 views]
The Machine Maketh The Man

Royal Enfield was the brand of the Enfield Cycle Company, a British engineering company. Notable for producing motorcycles, it also produced bicycles, lawnmowers, stationary engines, and even rifle parts for the Royal Small Arms Factory in Enfield Lock. This legacy of weapons manufacture is reflected in the logo, a cannon, and their motto “Made like a gun, goes like a bullet”. It also enabled the use of the brand name Royal Enfield from 1890. In 1955 Enfield of India started assembling Bullet motorcycles under licence from UK components, and by …

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[19 Aug 2009 | 4 Comments | 3,891 views]
A Trip to Puraini

I do not know how the village got it’s name. I recently visited this village. I visited ‘my’ ancestral village. Smelt the earth on which I played, roamed around the pillars on which I hopped, plucked leaves from the garden, and realized what I have missed all these years. Not that I have not done in the past, but this time it was with a different mindset, expectations and desire.
I had left my village some 24 years ago for education. I was surprised to see that not many things had …