Selective Amnesia

A Chennai photowalk.

All right then. I am back in Madras. And because I am bored, easily distracted and have nothing more pressing to do than ironing my clothes, and am apparently one of the better photographers in town (a viewpoint I don’t share. But what to do? Fans insist!) I have decided to let you all into my secret. I am thinking of going on one of those (currently) popular photo-walk thingummies.

The idea is simple. More importantly, the idea is not mine. This idea, which I shall illustrate lucidly, presently, was given to me by the soon-to-be-popular-er-than-J.Jayalalita, Monica. Direct all thanks and worldly-possessions her way.

Right then. To the idea.

I will decide on a time and place to begin walking, and a time and place to end the walk begun in the previous sentence. In between those two times and places, I will try and click as many photos as possible of as many things as possible that catches my fancy. I shall also attempt to impart my extra-ordinary skill and over-whelming knowledge about photography and Madras (both respectively and other wise) (the latter remark – about Madras knowledge – is not as sarcastic as you might believe) to anybody who cares to listen and/or learn. I am hoping there are enough of both. Now, in return for giving me company as I delude myself, I shall try make the routes as interesting as possible (some friends would vouch for my knowledge of places to go to in Madras) and the learning as fun.

If you are game for it, and providing global-warming and Gore are OK with it too, leave a comment. Who knows, this might even become an annual fixture, along with Rajni films, Statue erections (don’t ya just love that word?) and December season.

And oh, if you want to take part, I’d appreciate if you left a valid email id along with your comment. It would be a tad difficult giving lessons in photography to an anonymous coward.