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The Photo Thief Seminar
Okay, so i think i’ve made up my mind on what to do and where to do stuff about this seminar.
Place: Barista, G.N. Chetty Road, T.Nagar
Time: 12 Noon
Date: 12th Oct, 2008 - Sunday
Agenda:
1. Overview of the Copyrights Law
2. What the Law lacks?
3. How vulnerable are you images?
4. How to protect your images?
5. You’ve been robbed, what to do?
6. You’ve been robbed, what NOT to do?
7. Fair use rights, what’s hot and what’s not
8. Future plans for legal action and reforms on the law.
9. Q & A session.
Who needs to attend?
If you have a camera and you have displayed your images in a public space, you should come listen to this stuff. Its scary and its re-assuring as well. 
Richard Dawkins Rap – Beware the Believers
I’m not sure how many of you have already seen this but even though it insults my hero, richard dawkins this rap is amazing creativity. Check out the Lyrics below..
- My name is D to the I to C to the K, Yeah I’m the Dickie D,
I gots my PhD and comin’ your way on the Youtube to bust your world view so just listen to me and don’t you argue.
You see, this battle’s been ragin’ since Zeus was on the bottle, ‘tween Science like Democritus and Faith like Aristotle,
who said the mover was unmovin’ like some magic trick but
that’s no good logic, my posse is far too quick for this
religious shtick.
Cos science is the only way to know y’all, you stand with me y’all, or you can fall y’all
So go ahead and take your pick…
ES: Yeah you tell him Rick …
Darwin: Cos if you don’t know me …
RD: YOU DON’T KNOW DICK!!
Chorus: Yeah he’s the Dick to the Dawk to the PhD,
he’s smarter than you he’s got a science degree!
Yeah he’s the Dick to the Dawk to the PhD,
he’s smarter than you he’s got a science degree!
SH: On the shoulders of midgets we built up this machine
DD: YEAH!!!
RD: Science silenced that watchdog wingnut Paley
growing stronger and harder almost daily, storming Wilber by force as we framed the discourse that faith and science are split in schismatic divorce.
Then Darwin took to the seas to see what no one had seen, and ever since then we’ve been increasingly keen, they may never adore us, but they’ll no longer ignore us,
give it to ‘em PZ hit these BLEEP with the chorus!!!
Chorus: Yeah he’s the Dick to the Dawk to the PhD,
he’s smarter than you he’s got a science degree!
The Dick to the Dawk to the PhD,
he’s still smarter than you he studied biology!
Then there was Darrow dukin’ it out with the straight and the narrow,
a ragin’ bull in the ring, he did his thing, and took it on the chin like he was Bobby De Niro.
We might have lost at Scopes, beaten down by the dopes, and the stooges of popes, but in losin’ we coped, becomin’ more than we hoped, creationists slipped on the soap of their own slippery slope.
What was impossible, improbable, is now wholly unstoppable untoppleable, the Dick Dawk’ll roll up as you creationists foldup
you haters talkin’ bull,
don’t you know that this Dick is un-cock-frickin’ blockable …
Chorus: Yeah he’s the Dick to the Dawk to the PhD,
he’s smarter than you he’s got a science degree!
The Dick to the Dawk to the PhD,
he’s still smarter than you he studied biology!
Now the machine of our making, sees culture ripe for the taking,
Cos I’m the rappinest, rabidest atheist who unlike the Catholic, Muslim or even the Jew, believes that no God but science could ever be true, hell if I was dyslexic I’d even hate "dog" too.
Time to open your eyes, get yourself wise, the age of science will rise to be religion’s demise,
and while you churchies all cry, shouting ‘why God oh why,’ I’ll still be poppin’ my collar earning more dollars than Allah.
Hollah!
Chorus: Yeah he’s the Dick to the Dawk to the PhD,
he’s smarter than you he’s got a science degree!
The Dick to the Dawk to the PhD,
he’s still smarter than you he studied biology!
Chorus: Yeah he’s the Dick to the Dawk to the PhD,
he’s smarter than you he’s got a science degree!
The Dick to the Dawk to the PhD,
he’s still smarter than you he studied biology!
Fully Hyd Apologizes
Phew, i’m so damn saved. I’m just so happy i don’t have to go to court and the police station again all over and run around like a rat on opium. Fully Hyd’s CEO today called and apologized for the usage of the picture.
Contrary to my expectations he was not rude and in fact quite honest and apologetic about what happened. The last thing i wanted 2 days before a melbourne trip was a pending legal issue on my head and im so glad it went through fine.
Fully Hyd Steals…
I thought one was enough and one incident was the end of it but then it looks like the indian media is not done with me yet.
Today my friend Archana pointed out that a picture of hers that i took and posted on flickr was stolen by www.fullyhyd.com and used on their website without my permission. I was not asked about this picture, i was not paid, nor was i credited for this image. My work of art, lifted off my flickr photo portfolio and used, sigh!
Here is the webpage, there is a section called "The Voices of Town" and you gotta keep refreshing it. You will see a picture of a cute girl smiling, its inside a santro car. I took that pic.
Here is the Original.
Here is the stolen image on the website.
Someone is looking forward to a nasty copyright infringement lawsuit. Good Luck, FullyHyd.com. You are just about to realize that you just messed with the wrong guy.
#5, Sankara Madam St – Preface
There once lived a boy who was born into a lower middle class iyengar family that lived in a lowly place called perambur. He lived in an old house that had a tiled roof, the famous "ottu veedu" of those times in the early 80′s. The boy unfortunately had a condition called cerebral palsy which devoid him from walking normally. He did not care, he ran.
Once during a weekend most assumingly the boy carefully tip toed via the gate-less house of his and stood under the cool jasmine creeper. He was shrewd enough not to put his foot back or forward and was devising his plan of edging along the 1 foot wide platform that kissed the dirty 4 foot compound wall. There was sewer all around him and his house had a very small drainage system, which meant the first house to explode and leak sewer into small road in case of a drainage block, would be his.
As he excitedly looked at the ugly masses of human feces and other unknown and unidentified objects. His dad, a usual overtly strict iyengar fellow yelled "peeyila uzhundhu vaaranumnu kanganam kattindu irukka nee!" (you are determined to fall and wrap yourself in crap).
As the young boy moved along the platform his dad caught hold of his hands tightly and yelled again "odaadha" (don’t run), suddenly his eyes shifted to the other side of the road where he found another young boy, though much older than himself, devouring a packet of ‘biscuit thool’, something that he was denied moments ago before he left the house because he was about to visit the doctor. Biscuit thool is nothing but left over crumbles of biscuit, cake and cream in a bakery that is packed and was sold for less than Rs. 2 in those days.
The boy looked at the other kid, his legs were thin like as if the entire life juice had been sucked out of it with a straw, by the Devil. He had polio. The young boy smiled and said "nondi" (lame) and before he could realize "THHWAACK!" came a blow on his head.
Before he could lift his hand to rub his head that hurt if had been smashed with a rock, his dad retorted. "Nee maththrum enna?" (what are you?)
That moment, it dawned upon him, he was different.
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