Saturday, May 21, 2005

The saga comes to an end



Its finally here and I am really excited. I am so excited that I spend almost all the time reading and re-reading reviews, watching the micro series, trying desperatly to catch up with the greatest sci-fi epic.

Now I am not all that crazy about star wars. I would rather spend my time travelling and seeing places rather queue up in front of some theatre for months. But I am hugely attracted to the philosophy and the way of the force that is characteristic of star wars.

Most reviews compare the saga to a greek tragedy. While the initial triology, episodes IV to VI, gives us an impression that the story is about a freedom struggle by the rebels against a cruel and unrelenting empire, watching the saga as a collection on all the six episodes will reveal that the story is really about the rise, fall, and final redemption of a jedi knight named Anakin Skywalker.

Can't wait to catch the movie when it comes to Coimbatore.

There are a number of sites on the web that has a wealth of information on star wars:
Star Wars Official Site
theforce.net
Some humorous blogs:
A really funny and insightful blog of Darth Vader
Mater Yoda's Blog

A Random Thought

Kabhee laut aaye to poochna
NaheeN dekhna use GHaur se
Jinhe raaste pe khabar huee
Ke ye raasta koi aur hai

Tujhe dushmanoN kee khabar na thee
Mujhe dostoN ka pata na tha
Teree daastaaN koi aur thee
Mera vaakaya koi aur hai

Thursday, May 19, 2005

A Rainy Sunset



This one was taken with the other evening rain photo. I deliberatly wanted to get over the B&W addiction. B&W can hide your flaws and make your picture look classier.

When the sun goes behind the majestic western ghats, the whole campus is bathed in pale yellow. You forget time and you feel like you are part of a big painting, a painting that streches about 400 acres. I am standing in front of the college taking shelter from the rain. The sky looks vast with light blue blending into golden yellow near the towering mountains. Anamala hill stands proudly with its head high in the clouds. There is so much beauty and so much detail that suddenly you feel insignificant. The whole creation silently looks at you and you feel so insignificant. You are reduced to nothing but a helpless observer, a beat poet who has neither the rhymes nor the metaphors to describe the unveiling of nature in all its glory.

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Blacks, Whites, Colors



Okay I admit. I am seriously in love with black & whites. I have never really played around much with photos, but I think I am getting the hang of it.

I am usually a person with a short attention span and I dont like to do things on and on for hours; especially studies. But now my friends find me looking at the screen for hours trying to decide if "Sepia" is better than "Filtered B&W". Having too many options on Adobe or any kind of software for that matter, can be pretty frustrating. It takes so long to make up your mind(that is if you ever make up your mind). Picasa is nice, but sometimes you think you need more options.

I had many ideas about building my career during the past six months, like starting a Dhaba near the college, starting a marble business by importing marbles from Rajastan, smuggling cocaine in and out of Tamil Nadu, killing Chota Shakeel to become the next don.... the list goes on. But there are two things that always tops the list:
1. Enroll myself as a Volvo truck driver somewhere in Europe. ( I always liked huge vehicles, and I love travelling)
2. Take over a really huge studio.

Some people say that I dream too much. Well, I ask those people,
"How do you expect me to stay awake through five hours of calculus of variations, finite element modelling and wavelet design?"

Friday, May 06, 2005

The Evening Rain




It finally rained. It was not exactly a downpour but it was enough to cool off the merciless afternoon sun. Some of us started walking in the rain, a luxury which is seldom available. Fortunatly one of my friends had a camera.

I took this photo in front of the college. B&W gives a timeless look.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

The Absurd Adventures of Algernon Featherby

Algernon Featherby, a middle-aged chap with a penchant for tweed suits and a perpetual furrowed brow, returned to his quaint village after a...