comedy, daily life, funny, humour, spoof
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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.
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..
"copyright violation", daily life, flickr, incident, india, media, personal
No Comments 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.
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.
camera, photography equipment
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#5 Sankara Madam St., autobiography, daily life, incident, personal, short story, story
2 Comments 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.