Have you eaten peanuts?

Question cancelled.

The Betel Leaf

Anil stood at the tea shop aimlessly. His blue shirt and ironed brown trousers were a mismatch. Anil, 29 is a junior engineer at the Pwd office.  Anil turned around sat on the wooden bench and placed his chai on the dusty bench. He looked across the road.

A young girl walked from the lane across the road and sat beside Anil. Her sandal was dusty. She was wearing a green saree. A black umbrella with light green stripes hung from her hand. Her ear rings were triangular in shape. She glanced at Anil. Anil smiled at her. She placed the umbrella between them. Anil ordered a chai for her too. She did not refuse. She called out for a set of banana fritters. The hot banana fritters came. She indicated that he could have it too. He took a small piece and pressed it to show her the oil in it. She took the piece from his hands and ate it. Both of them sipped their tea. As he emptied the glass he could see her through the bottom of the glass.  She was young and glowing in the hot sun. As he asked her if she works in the office near by a state bus passed by. The dust spiralled around them. He abused the bus. 

She smiled, stood up. Anil too got up and paid the tea shop guy before she could. Anil gave her the  umbrella. She touched his hand while receiving it. Anil became consious. He put his hands in the pocket and looked at her. She put her hand in her bag and took out a packet. She took a betel leaf from the packet and offered him a betel leaf. He held it. He stared at her in confusion. She indicated to eat the leaf. He ate the leaf and smiled. She opened her umbrella and walked away. A gust of wind blew across the tea shop. 

The Red Winter

It was a cold winter night. She called him from the top of a building. The building came down. He gently held her hand and looked at the wooden window. It was raining inside. The television sparked. The fan stopped. The blades of the fan broke. It cut her palm away from the wrist. He fell down. The building grew up. She looked down. She lost her palm. The blood fell on his eyes. He fell on the red. The cold winter killed him. Red means winter. 

Sometimes you get stuck,

And you are stuck,

Screaming Stuck,

Stuck,

Stuck,

Stuck.

Wrong time wrong place.

Stuck.

The best camera is the camera you have. So is the tripod. 

One thing about the digital is its unibrow in nature. 

And 'they' say unibrowed people cannot be trusted.

Raju needs to forget architecture. Its disturbing.

"It was post-WWII when the respected LOMO factory of St. Petersburg started creating a twin-lens reflex camera called “Komosomolets” (meaning “Young Communist.”), which was especially marketed towards amateur photographers. It was a copy of the 1938 German Voightlander “Brilliant” camera, so the design wasn’t really fresh. Come 1949, the original Lubitel (literally meaning “Amateur”) was presented – an enhanced and improved concept of the “Young Communist” cam. With its better features and quality, the Lubitel sales shot to over a million units sold worldwide, and was followed by the equally successful Lubitel-2, raking in two million units from its 1955 launch, to its demise in 1980."

- www.lomography.com

Music, Words, Images and Moving Images are in decreasing order of ease of evoking emotions. Thus Moving Images being the least easy to evoke emotions, becomes an 'inferior' medium. That makes it the most difficult to master. 

                                                                                       - Arun Gupta (not the exact words.)

Once upon a time Raju in a tuition class saw a girl in a red t-shirt. That just stuck.

Six years later Raju bribed a friend with Sharjah Shake to see her and tell her Jil.
Its Stuck.

Sharjah Shake - It is that summer banana shake that rocked in Kerala. No clue about its origin but its made of bananas and crushed semi-solid frozen milk sometimes with a twist of boost or chocolate added. 

Ok frankly speaking. A lot of Sagitarian Frankness.
This is stupid. A harmless leaf blurred by optics. So what?
Why should one spend a lot of energy on clicking a random leaf? Is it worth?

Inside Raju's Head : It is a processed digital photo from a physical B/W negative. So it is in some physical sense, a graph. But isn't some ideology, concept, idea, vision, purpose or understanding needed to call it a photograph. Clicking a random good looking lion or building will not be wildlife photography or architecture photography. 

Ok Done ! This is not a photograph ! 

Sometimes Raju wonders whats the point of all this education. 

But to wonder Raju needed education.

Its just a few steps away that spot of madness. But Raju doesn't have legs.

"Signs and Objects

Events and Narratives

Life and Politics."

Raju screwed up ! May be thats what is lomography !

Sagnikam Athiratram at Edapal -2015

Sagnikam Athirathram is performed by the Brahmin community of Kerala. This Yagam or Yagna is considered as the practical application of Vedas, an ancient text in India.

As Deleuze explained, practice is "a set of relays from one theoretical point to another, and theory is a relay from one practice to another. No theory can develop without eventually encountering a wall, and practice is necessary for piercing this wall."

Sagnikam Athiratram at Edapal -2015 

Sagnikam Athirathram is performed by the Brahmin community of Kerala. This Yagam or Yagna is considered as the practical application of Vedas, an ancient text in India.