Laal Bindi

Shan ain’t Single anymore, sorry guys. I know i broke your hearts, i can see broken hearts floating on the marina sea shore as i drove home today. But hey, that does not mean its all that bad. I was shooting exclusively for her wedding engagement today and of course yesterday for the Henna Ceremony at her house.

The forthcoming series will be from this set, i finally have some work with my macro lens after 2 long years of it collecting dust in my camera bag.

The Bindi or the "pottu" as it is called in tamil is a critical decorative element of the indian woman. I decided to get a close up of the bindi shan had while the women drew arabic designs on her hand with henna (marudhaani).

Canon EOS 400D with the Canon EF 100MM F/2.8 Macro USM. Aperture Priority, F/4 at 1/200th of a Second, ISO100, Canon Speedlite 430EX fired and bounced off with a diffuser, Manual 1/1, Tripod.

Kannagi’s Lust

One man’s lust for money made him move cities,
His wife a deadly puppet moved along with him,
His lust for money hit the brakes, a dancer’s bust and her beautiful shape,
I guess some money and medical help she did take,
Funny though, his wife knew his bitch yet his marriage not at stake.

His bag of love danced in the night, her curves, her ass was so tight,
There came a day when she lost all her might,
She could not do her moves, not one right,
The man could not bear his bitch’s plight,
He decided to save her for another night.

He went to his wife and told her this stuff,
She couldn’t care if she hadn’t heard enough,
She gave him her anklet to feed his lust,
She had in her husband all the trust,
While her husband was sinking in the dancer’s lust.

There lived a king that lusted to be just,
He confused ruby’s and pearls, stirred the hornets’ nest,
He killed the man for he was a thief,
His woman came down with mountains of grief,
She went to the King and proved her husband isn’t a thief.

The luster of justice stopped his beat,
He served his justice; He gave up to breathe,
Our woman just wouldn’t go away,
This little king’s blood would not make her day,
She wanted lives while the devils prayed.

She cooked a city so green and so lean,
She took the lives, what a bloody scene,
That her anger shall be written in stone,
Her massive terrorism shall be known,
Trumpets and Horns shall be blown.

What made one life so special no one knew,
A man with his hands on another woman’s bust,
His wife should still love him, it’s a must,
His death avenged, a city burnt to null,
Lust for violence, she rang the death knell.

Painless…

2 large vodka’s in the head, an enya love song in the ears… small specks of happiness life has to offer, priceless!

Vaiko Meets Obama, makes pictures to prove it too!

Photo Credit: Shekhar Krishnan

Apparently Vaiko thinks none of us read the newspapers or do not know who Barrack Obama is. Its either than or he was smoking ACID when he asked for this posted to be printed.

For my dear Caucasian, African-American, Latino, Spanish, French, European, Hispanic and whatever the race from you are and if you do not know who Vaiko is, take it from me with faith. He is an asshole. For starters he supports the LTTE and then the list is endless.

Apparently vaiko met obama in Chicago when he was in one of his official visits to the US of A blowing our indian middle class tax money. Now the trouble is, indian people are hard to convince on some of this shit and hence vaiko did the obvious. Guess what? Yes, he made the picture himself.

Words of Wisdom - #1

Dilip says "the day nobody honks like they’re cumming at the speed of light when the traffic signal counts under 12 for green, that day india is civilized."

MGR is Thalaivar, forever…

Old pap’s was chilling on the road. He had his glasses on, he had his groove on and he had his walking stick on. He don’t give a rats ass about the pollution and he don’t care if its 39 degree Celsius. He is just chilling down, walking on the roads. He is re-living his good old MGR days with those glasses and that smile.

He was kind enough to pose for a photograph while we walked past him near saidapet bus stand.

Canon EOS 400D with the Canon EF 50MM F/1.4 USM. Aperture Priority, F/4 at 1/400th of a Second, ISO100.

Daksha Rocks!

All this day i’ve been running around pulling daksha’s legs like mad for her addiction for flower photography. Chintha Poovu and Bentha Poovu were keywords. I come home and she messages me…

Daksha: Hey What flower do you like?
Me: Chintha Poovu
Daksha: Idiot *%$#@^

Black and White

We had another Photowalk and another whole day of fun last Sunday. While taking the underpass to little mount across the railway tracks i was shooting pictures and these two Muslims girls came up the stairs and i thought i should probably stop shooting. But then i thought, if i stop shooting i would be blatantly supporting those Islamic terrorists who are scared of women.

Yes, those suckers are scared of women, they are so shit scared that they piss on their pants everytime they think of a woman or when their mom or sister calls on them "where are you?". Why else would they hide the beauty, the essence of womanhood and the freedom of one human being to visually identify themselves. Forget the fact of public or private identity, lets discuss identity on the whole. So if i stop shooting because these Muslim women should be treated like fairies while Christian, Hindu, Jewish and Jain women should be winked at and called names just like how young boys and girls play their love games of their age, that would mean i’m considering special treatment for Muslim for Muslim women. Why, because i’m scared they may come kill me? Is that it? I even heard someone behind me whisper "dude, don’t even think of it" and i dropped my 50mm body and went in for the 24 - 70 heavy lens and pointed the lens right at this girl and shot like 5 frames.

She stopped at me, stared and then went away like nothing ever happened. I hope she liked the treatment of being looked upon as a normal woman. Sad for her if she considered me to be a womanizer, i don’t think i’m much of that. Her clan in Saudi Arabia definitely are.

I found it today in black and white. On o ne side of the steps i found french women who had a drag at a local tea shop and were chatting upto a bunch of locals with camera’s and having a blast. On the other side of the step i find women, from the same genetic pattern treated worse than sheep. I mean, we don’t cover our sheep’s face when it goes out in public, why women be considered more cheaper than sheep.

It’s all there for us to see in black and white. We can look at it and call a liar a bluff and laugh our ass off at anyone over 15 still pray to santa for gifts and play the good boy or we can pretend they are being normal and let them talk to their imaginary creatures in their heads and let them get away with things, which otherwise we would place them in prison for a very long time.

Freedom

These pigeons were up to some real shit okay. No, im not swearing, i mean in reality all they were doing is poo poo’ing the heads of the sacred gods on the temple tower with their biological white paint. So much for blasphemy i was so thrilled that someone was shitting on religion in broad daylight and nobody could do anything about it. What more could an atheist ask for? I was delighted and the sarcasm that flowed was relishing.

Some people think that other people will not do something just because you make it illegal for them to do it. What in essence it actually creates is an illegal black market for it and brings along violence, crime and discrimination of all sorts. Prime examples would be drugs and prostitution. Despite countries having death and life sentence there is no stopping it from happening.

A free country will allow its citizens to inject any garbage into their body as long as it does not harm the person next to him/her. In essence this is what these pigeons represented today morning while i observed them through a long lens. They were messing around with the most sacred of structures and nobody cared it these were Hindu pigeons or Muslim pigeons or Christian pigeons. They had their right to poo on these idols of holiness and we had our right to talk to imaginary beings in our head who will ensure all of us get virgins when we die and go to heaven.

Wedding Woes…

One of my Aunt married a Muslim and obviously converted due to the very reason. I was invited to this wedding of her son and believe me, i was excited like hell. I’ve never been to a Muslim wedding before and this was my first time. I aspired to acquaint myself with my aunts in laws, get to know them more and hang out with them more since i’ve never done that all of these years during my childhood and i decided its time to set the record straight.

Coming from a typical Hindu Brahmin family, although there was not any opposition to this wedding of my aunt to her muslim boyfriend in a way the family ties were kind of loosened and broken and none of us family guys really kept in touch with her and i felt this was my chance to set it straight. Of course when she comes over to family occasions at our house there is always a distance because of the difference in cultural aspects such as language, behavior and perspectives. I frankly did not like this much but never did much to change things until now.

I pack my gear and im 2 hours early for the wedding and im thinking im gonna have a great time. Little did i know that i was going to be the biggest fool of all times sitting here like duck to witness sexism, male chauvinism and trade in the name of a wedding go on right in front of my eyes while i could not find the nerve to say nothing or do nothing in the situation.

The wedding hall was very small and all the men were lodged in the ground floor where the wedding ceremony took place and guess what? All the women were debarred from staying downstairs and sent to the first floor, including the Bride whom i never got to meet in this entire agenda of the wedding. The grooms father paid a sum of "13 grams of gold" and purchased the bride for his son, the groom. The agreement or the contract of the wedding was signed and everybody went to dig into the food like it was nobody’s business.

I ask this guy who looked like a politician, about the bride and he said that the wedding was over and the bride will be seeing the guests in the evening at the reception where she will be together with the groom. It strikes me as the most inhumane and barbaric act of sexism on a woman, in the 21st century that based on some book a pedophile wrote 100’s of years back you don’t even look at the fact that there is someone important uninvited into the wedding, let me correct that. "Her Wedding", the bride!

While being repeatedly preached about the importance of gender equality in an Anglo Indian school for 12 years, running around a 2 day occasion of the bride and groom doing various religious stuff at a Hindu wedding and the mutual consent at a Christian Anglo Indian weddings that i’ve been to i frankly find not having a person who is getting married not to be during the wedding process so unacceptable and sadistic in nature.

Today while i finally mustered up the courage to post these pictures and write these words from my head, i admit that im afraid of such people. The world Islamaphobia as i realize is not some cooked up stuff by the liberals, it exists very well in real life and there is ample evidence for it and i feel it first hand.