Saturday, July 30, 2005

Send me an Angel


The wise man said just walk this way
To the dawn of the light
The wind will blow into your face
As the years pass you by
Hear this voice from deep inside
It's the call of your heart
Close your eyes and your will find
The passage out of the dark

Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star

Monday, July 25, 2005

A room with a view


I am going to change my room. When you look out of the balcony, what you see is this.




Friday, July 15, 2005

The Garage: A Photo Blog


Girish's car, or more popularly known as "Vada Vandi" gets really moody at times. The old Maruti Esteem VX has taken us to a lot of garages in and around Coimbatore but nothing was as exciting as this one. It all started when Sachin said that he knew a garage where they deal with all kinds of vehicles. And sure enough, this really turned out to be an "all the kinds" garage.


They had a sizeable amount of cars inside. But what caught my eyes (and then the lens of the Pentax in my hand) were some BSA motorbikes carelessly parked in the corner.
I was not able to make out the model, they looked like they had a 250cc engine.

Walk in and a little to the left you will find a couple of bikes from a british company called AJS.


The AJS looked like a vintage bike. They had a couple of these and all of us took turns to sit on the bike and have our photos taken. They even let us kickstart one 500cc monster.






The speedometer of the AJS is caliberated in "miles per hour" and has a maximum reading of 120mph. The odometer inside had not registered much distance. Anyways, the workers assured us that the bike is in good running condition.




This last bike that I came across was sitting a little towards the end of the garage. The workers had just finished a paint job. There were no markings on the bike with regards to the model or the manufacturer. It could well have been an old Rajdoot or Enfield. I decided to call it "Spirit of Tamil Nadu".



After about one hour, they suggested that we take the car to a Maruti workshop nearby. Apparently, after laying hands on everything from the first bicycle ever made to the second world war machines, a 98 model Esteem seemed a little too advanced to work on.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

My first model shoot

My friend has a Pentax Optio 30. No matter where we go, we always carry it with us. So it was not a coincidence when a person from the multimedia department came running inside the lab that evening asking if anybody had a camera. I proudly pointed to the Pentax connected to the charging unit in the corner of the room.
"Good. I need you to take the camera and come with me."
I was a little surprised. Why did the multimedia people want me? Maybe they had seen my collection of abstract photographs about the campus. Maybe this was my big break. He was in a hurry, so I quickly collected the camera and batteries.
As I followed him down the stairs, I put on a deliberate casual attitude and asked him, "Well, whats up doc? Are you taking me to photograph something?"
"Yeah" he replied as he walked down two steps at a time. "The management wants it done quickly and nicely."
My stomach suddenly went hollow. "The management? The college management wants me to take photos for them?"
I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, out of breath from excitement.
His only reply was "Get on the bike. We have no time."

While on the bike, I was desperately trying to calm myself. I explained to him that the camera was just a simple point and shoot and I will need an SLR to get a real professional image. I also pointed out that the flash on the camera might not be sufficient. For all my efforts, I only succeeded in irritating him more.
"Hey!!", he whipped his head back at me and said "Your camera will do just fine."
The remaining journey was passed without comments or conversation.

We went on a route that goes behind the college and around the mountains. The scenery was breath taking. All around me were small green fields sometimes lined with brown huts made from coconut leaves. I was not sure if I could do justice to all this with the Pentax.

We soon arrived at a place, which I quickly identified as "Goshala", the cattle farm run by the college. Some local farm hands had assembled there to meet us. We were led to a lone shed near the farm. I could make out something covered with a huge blanket lying in the center of the shed. I looked at my friend and he motioned me to go inside. I understood that I was to photograph this thing under the blanket. As soon as I entered the shed, one of the workers came forward and removed the blanket.

I was to photograph a dead cow!!! I gave my friend a "You better explain this to me NOW" look. He got the message for he quickly replied
"The cow died of old age. We need to apply for insurance and the insurance agent needs a full photograph of the dead cow. All of our people are busy with projects, so the management asked us to get somebody with a camera and finish the job."

I managed a weak "Oh!!" And so the talented and promising young photographer was instantly reduced to a "somebody with a camera".

I went over to the cow. It looked like it was having a siesta. I switched on the camera and got the cow into frame.
"Thats a nice looking dead cow." I exclaimed in broken tamil to one of the local workers. Immediately he raised his hand asking me to stop, went over to the cow, pulled its mouth wide open and wrenched its tongue out.
I almost fainted.
Fifteen minutes later, a very quiet and shaken "somebody with a camera" was taken to the multimedia lab to deliver the photos and then was left to find his way back to his room in the MTech lab.

The nice looking dead cow

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