Jose – By Nav A
Another of my flickr friends. When he shoots people, he just doesn’t shoot them. He shoots what’s around them. He captures the backdrops, he captures the lives and the flavour of the person he shoots. In essence, he does what portrait photography does. He steals a moment of the subject’s life.
Perhaps, one of these days, I will be lucky enought to accidentally get a portrait as good as his. Perhaps I will only try and fail and be happy about it.
Do check out his photostream. And drop by his blog
Wordplay and links
John Langdon, who gave us the brilliant ambigrams in Angels and Demons, the Dan Brown book, is online.
Take a look at his Philosophy page, and some of his creations. Man, this is one helluva art direction.
The Chennai MetBlog is alive, kicking and almost cancerous. New authors are signing up, posts are flying thick and fast and everything is A OK. You might want to subscribe to the Feed. Another feed you might want to look at is the All Cities feed from MetBlogs. This feed has the latest posts from all the metros on the MetBlog network and has some interesting discussions going on.
Portrait – By Karthikeyan
S. Karthikeyan – I have been watching this guy’s photostream for like 3-4 months now. And everytime I do, I want to kill him. Yes.
I do. Jealousy is the definitive emotion. Screw love or brotherhood. Nothing drives one to perform more than Jealousy does.
Karthikeyan’s stream is a delight. I suggest you check him out.
New research proves what I always knew
This article proves what I always knew. That most the women I know are actually men.
I am, most people I know and don’t know even say, funny. Verily funny. I can crack the worst PJs possible (for the benefit of my international audience – 5 of you, PJs in India mean not Pajamas, but Pun-ny jokes. Or bad jokes. Or jokes that makes you want to take a huge stick and beam Chandru one on his head)
But PJs aren’t my forte. No, they aren’t even my rampart-e. Instead, topical humour and long rambling mindless pointless blog-posts, such as this one, are where I am my funniest in.
Seriously, I use my extraordinary English skills to good use. I have conjugal relationships with verbs, get personal with nouns and get pretty subjective over my adjectives. But, it seems, according to that article (be honest now, you didn’t read it, did you? You lazy bum!) all my humour is zilch when it comes to men. Men, apparently, don’t like the funnies. And before my previous two statements cast a queer aspersion on my orientation (pun unintended), I am the arrow. Straight and sure about it.
What I mean is, I try to be funny in the company of women. I usually succeed. In the trying area. But to zero effect. All my years of bad jokes and word play comes to a naught. The bait don’t bite. Which means, these women I do know, aren’t. Yes. They are all wolves. In vixen clothing.
Unless of course, my dear, it is you. Yes you. And you. And you. And you. And no, not you dude. Arrow, remember the arrow.
[Link via MadMan]
Why am I an atheist
As some of you reading me know, I was in Hyderabad till recently. Fair city, and not like the cities I’ve been in. Which might be a good thing. Or not. More likely, not. Well, when in Hyderabad I was living alone. Yes. All alone, with only the company of books. Me, in a room, with only books to cheer me and entertain. Can I ask for anything better. Blessed, that I am, once in a while, the mind gets a little cranky and longs for some human company. This usually happens after the fourth reading of Ayn Rand’s Anthem. On those days, I curse my own stupidity and financial crunch that forces me to stay alone in a strange city.
The heart yearns for the human touch. The soul lusts for a mate and the brain looks for intelligent conversation.
But no.
Not one Homo Sapien in sight or within telecommunication reach. Nor Homo erectus. Not even a Homo Sexual.
Pardon me while I digress from my main story here to throw up an observation based on experience, much like an aside. Being alone and cranky encourages your brain to come up with weird schemes for world domination
We’re back
As I was saying, I was absolutely down and feeling lonely, and wondering if I were the last human survivor of the purge, when my mobile phone goes “beep. beep. beep”. Well, what do you know. It’s an SMS. And I jump with joy. Here at last is proof of providence. Or even the intelligent designer. You finally believe your saffron clad grandmother might be right after all.
Your brain races against itself to find enough words to praise your friend in need and indeed. There, thank the good lord, is a good lord!
You open the inbox…
“Hi, Download superhit telugu and hindi songs as caller tunes. Just call 12323 and say Caller tunes. Charges Rs 6 per min.”
That friends, is the reason why I am an atheist
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Chandrachoodan Gopalakrishnan is a copywriter, photographer and goofball from Chennai. He is also an archaeologist, historian and a city lover. He is currently a documentary film-maker and desk-monkey for a film production house.
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