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Business with Luanne

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It was Sunday morning. The little Luanne dropped by our place at Parra, with a board of Business (which seemed like a ripoff of Monopoly). But that did not stop us from getting our hands dirty with fake notes. Here are some photos clicked using my phone camera and the big bad 5dm2.


The box was opened.

And a lot of money was distributed. All three of us, showing off our tens of thousands of fake rupees.

Business with Luanne

Bonnie overlooked the proceeding that took place at the bank (Luanne) making sure the 1000s were not mistaken for 10000s.

Business with Luanne

And the battle was on!

The rule book did not provide any assistance. The english being from another country.

But dice were rolled.

Business with Luanne

And moves were made.

Business with Luanne

The old man wasn’t really bothered. He was done playing a game of ‘Snakes and Ladders’ with Luanne moments ago. Now it was time to update himself with the nonsense that went on around our tiny state.

Business with Luanne


We were living the dream.

In particular, “I” was living the dream!

But that wasn’t enough to impress the old man. He was lost in the paper.

Business with Luanne

The game went on. Here is a clip of all the action. Okay, maybe not ‘all’, but some of it.

And landed up paying she did!

Business with Luanne

Houses were built and high rents were paid.

I got back my Tamron 70-300mm psycho lens. It created some magic later that day.

Business with Luanne

Luanne started to throw money around, like there was no tomorrow. Telling us to “keep the change”.

Business with Luanne

And that was it. The game was abandoned midway due to Luanne’s acts of kindness. Ultimately, there could only be one true winner…me.


Later that day we walked to Luanne’s place. This is a shot I got, thanks to a crazy lens, which I thought of turning into a coffee mug one day.

Luanne

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July 8th, 2012 at 1:11 am

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Shillong On An Early Morning

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It was Sunday. The Sabbath. The day allocated to taking rest. But no! We had a long way to go and this was just the beginning of the trip. Excitement was at its fullest and all of us were ready to hit the road.


We opened the door and let in the cool fresh air. Fresh air, with a hint of damp mud letting us know it had rained a while back.

Shillong On An Early Morning

What were the odds. We stayed at a place right opposite a girls hostel. Talk about bad luck, all the girls were sleeping that morning.

Shillong On An Early Morning

Us, good christian boys that we were decided to take a walk to the church. Johnny, who spent a significant amount of time of his youth in Shillong sold the idea of going to the church early morning. Not to attend the service or check out girls, but to see how amazing the church was. So off we were. Mukhi, Johnny, Joshua and I.

Shillong On An Early Morning

We passed by St. Anthony’s high school.

Shillong On An Early Morning

And continued our walk to the church.

Shillong On An Early Morning


Finally we were there. Bang opposite the great house of the Lord. We paused for a moment to acknowledge the great photogenic surrounding.

Shillong On An Early Morning

That’s Joshua, caught in the act. Going all paparazzi.

Shillong On An Early Morning

And that’s the church. The place Johnny brought us to. The temple of worship that we did not bother to visit. Showers of blessings were sprinkled upon us in the form of an unthreatening drizzle.

Shillong On An Early Morning

But we waited there for a while. Breathing in the fresh air and acknowledging the peace and silence.

Shillong On An Early Morning

Once the church service was done, we decided to head back before the church goers stepped out and saw us infidels acting suspicious outside the Lord’s house. The man himself. Jesus. I hope he forgives us for being bad christians that day.

Shillong On An Early Morning

Finally we were back at our room. Baths were taken, bags were packed.

Shillong On An Early Morning

Mukhi might have been the only person to get a halo that morning. I guess thats what happens when you take a non believer to the Lord.

Shillong On An Early Morning

Joshua did some reading up.

Shillong On An Early Morning

While the rain gods unleashed their fury.

Shillong On An Early Morning

Once everyone were done with their baths, breakfast was to be consumed. We were the first souls at the restaurant. The wait was long. Our food was nowhere in sight. The Machaan (Vignesh) invested in a few more minutes of sleep.

Shillong On An Early Morning

Mukhi’s sound system was rigged and ready to be used.

Shillong On An Early Morning

iPhones were shown off.

Shillong On An Early Morning


Nokias sat quietly.

Shillong On An Early Morning

A few more photos here and there.

Shillong On An Early Morning

And we just waited at the restaurant while the rain continued to pour. The delay in our food did not help any cause. But we waited.

Shillong On An Early Morning

Later on that day we visited Mawlynnong and the Elephant Falls. We headed back to Guwahati at night and the adventure continued. For the guys who were there, they know all the jokes, all the craze and all the nonsense. Too bad everything can’t go into a blog post. But hopefully more photo stories from this trip to follow.

Trivia: All photos clicked using a Canon 1000D and a Canon 50mm f1.8. Feel free to Like and Share on G+.

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May 18th, 2012 at 1:01 am

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Upper Basement at HRC, Hyderabad.

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Introducing the boys/men from Upper Basement. A bunch of clowns who play some decent music. On March 16, 2012 they locked horns with a couple of bands from around the country at Hard Rock Cafe, Hyderabad.

Here are a bunch of photos from that night.

We have here Mr. Kaustubh Kende. That guy who sits across my cubicle and when not working, can be found playing guitar and wooing the ladies. This is him, making sure food reaches our table.

Kaustubh Kende

This young man goes by the name Raj Kiran. All I know is that he plays the drums and is good at it. Other than making duck faces, he acts as the metronome.

Raj Kiran


This shoe belongs to the foot of Nikhil Dev. You will see more of his shoes later.

Dev's Shoe

Some of you might have seen this chap before. He is none other than Ferdinand D’souza. No, we are not related. There just happen to be a lot of D’souzas around the world and a few of us landed up in Hyderabad.

Ferdie

Ferdinand’s love for RHCP.

RHCP Tattoo

The man with the fever that night. Samuel Joseph. He battled on.

Sam Joe

Now that we got to know all the chums of UB, I shall leave you with some more photos. Haffun.

Metal Android

Drumsticks

Guitars

A couple of shots of Head Motif.

Head Motif

These guys won the competition that night.

Head Motif


And now back to UB.

Dev in Action

Shoes on Stage

Raj

Raj Drumming

Upper Basement

Upper Basement

Ferdie suddenly gives us directions.

He went that way

Kende Guitar

Kende Lead

Ferdie on Stage


And then the night was wrapped up.

The band would like to thank all those who turned up to support and cheer them on that night. The might have not won, but were glad to put on a performance for you all.

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May 14th, 2012 at 11:24 pm

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Mel and Dan – Behind the Evening

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Some of you might have seen some pre-wedding photos of Melanie (aka Beautiful) and Daniel (aka Francis)Β on my Facebook Page. Wedding photos are gonna come up later. Much later, so hang on for now. Here is what went on behind the scenes on that day when we were by the Mandovi.

The freaks, Francis, Beautiful and Ernest dropped by my place and decided to give me a ride.

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

We were on our way to Panjim. Beautiful, just back from her visit to the church was complaining about all the crazy questions the priest was asking her. We had a good laugh and then indulged in some banter about the Vatican. Shhh!!

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

And that’s the Ernest we talk about. Ernie the man. All too happy to be sitting around and doing nothing.

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

We passed by Sangolda.

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

And in a short while we were passing through Porvorim. The sun was beginning to set. We were racing the clock. Guess who was not too pleased to be losing light. Okay, no points for the correct answer. Me!

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

Under the Bridge. I always think of RHCP each time I go below the Mandovi bridge. Always.

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

We zoom past the Panjim jetty.

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

And then, finally, the Mandovi. The barges had taken over the landscape. Got some test shots though.

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

You guys might remember this lighthouse from the “Lurking Storm” photo I posted some months back.

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

There were some birds in the sky.

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

And an Ernie on the sand.

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

I told the clowns to take a walk and pretend I’m not there. Told them to indulge in some PG13 activities that would not get any of us arrested. So that’s them, taking a walk by the shore.

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

Ernie on the other hand took a walk with my tripod.

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

Oh yeah! Ernie and the tripod. So beautiful. Made for each other.

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

This stray fellow tried to disrupt proceedings. But was scared away by Francis. Who just showed the dog his face. The rest was history.

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

The clowns headed towards the rocks.

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

Ernie headed to the shore.

In between all this nonsense, I did manage to get a few decent shots of the clowns. And then we just decided to goof around. Something we are pros at.

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

Here are Ernie and Francis. This shot was taken so that I could lock focus points. It was pretty dark btw, the autofocus was going crazy when those amateurs (read Francis) tried to use the camera.

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

Autofocus locked, and this is what Francis managed to click. Ernie parting with the tripod. It was a sad moment, but what was just had to be done.

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

And then one shot of Beautiful, me and the leaning lighthouse of.. oh wait, the lighthouse is, no way.

Mel & Dan - Behind the Evening

Finally, we called it a wrap and headed off towards what we call home. Beautiful punched the air coz I guess she found a keeper. Amen.

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December 30th, 2011 at 7:54 pm

Sinquerim

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To Sinquerim

The plan was to get some shots of the pier at Panjim. But sadly, the homies ditched, the sun set while I was driving and then the only homie around was Super Glen aka Super. We improvised and decided to just go some place close and get a few shots. Ladies and freaks, here is Sinquerim.

Sinquerim

This was just after the sun had set.

Sinquerim

Sinquerim

Sinquerim

The yellow light was thanks to a street lamp. I was really dark. Long exposure to the rescue.

Sinquerim

That’s Bapaicho gadi (Father’s car), that I use to move my lazy butt around.

Sinquerim

Super and I headed off to the fort. For most of you who know, where the Taj resort exists.

Sinquerim

Thats us. Being all cool, keeping our distance, while some dude and his babe shared a quiet moment at the fort and did not give a damn about distance.

Sinquerim

Super got down to his magic and softened the water, even without his cape.

Sinquerim

And then, it was time to head to D’souza’s and eat some Choris Paos and Tongue. So thats it. Got this last photo and we were off!

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October 28th, 2011 at 12:03 am

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The Music Room

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A bunch of us go to the music room now and then to jam up. These are boys in action. Can’t really write much, since music is music. So no much talk. Enjoy the photos.

Our human metronome for the evening was Nirmal Samuel.

The Music Room

The Music Room

Cherian Koshy on bass.

The Music Room

Our very own Joshua Singh took to the keys.

The Music Room

The Music Room

And Daniel Peddity unleashed his vocal talent.

The Music Room

The other microphone would have been in my hand, but sadly I can’t click and sing at the same time. So there it lay, neglected.

The Music Room

The Music Room

The boys then decided to switch acts and next thing we know, Cherian was play ’em keys.

The Music Room

Joshua joined in to add a few notes of his own.

The Music Room

While Danny dictated the bass lines.

The Music Room

The drummer remained unchanged. πŸ˜›

The Music Room

The Music Room

The Music Room

And that was it.

Here is a short video that was shot a few days earlier.

And, that my friends, is “The Music Room”.

The Music Room

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September 27th, 2011 at 9:47 pm

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Old City, Hyderabad

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It was the month of Ramadan and we decided to visit the Old City and experience what it was to be there at night while the city was wide awake. So off we were to Charminar.

We were welcomed by the organized chaos. Vendors wide awake, business going on as usual. From a distance we could see the Charminar, well lit up and welcoming us to the old city.

Old City, Hyderabad

We squeezed pass the crowd and made our way towards it.

Old City, Hyderabad

And there it was, the Charminar. The beauty of the Old City.

Old City, Hyderabad

We carried on.

Old City, Hyderabad

Here is a short video of Sharmila zipping past the chaos.

Old City, Hyderabad

Ah, don’t worry about this fellow, he was with us.

Old City, Hyderabad

We stopped at a store selling bangles and other jewelry while we waited for some more folks to catch up with us.

Old City, Hyderabad

Old City, Hyderabad

And then, to the streets.

Old City, Hyderabad

There were a lot of bangles for sale.

Old City, Hyderabad

Old City, Hyderabad

Old City, Hyderabad

And this old man, although the stern angry look on this face, he was very happy to have his photo clicked. Once I showed him his photograph on the LCD, he gave a nod of approval and then I was back on the street.

Old City, Hyderabad

Walking along the road was getting us nowhere, so we decided to use the divider instead. Saved us a lot of time.

Old City, Hyderabad

This man was selling bread. He was very happy to see us and gave us his best pose.

Old City, Hyderabad

Then we passed by a shoe store.

Old City, Hyderabad

Old City, Hyderabad

Old City, Hyderabad

Kapur found a kid at the shoe store who was all too excited to have his photo clicked.

Old City, Hyderabad

Old City, Hyderabad

Old City, Hyderabad

And then we did some more waiting.

Old City, Hyderabad

Old City, Hyderabad

Old City, Hyderabad

Kapur got some more shots.

Old City, Hyderabad

Somewhere hidden in all this was is the Charminar College.

Old City, Hyderabad

This young fellow was in two minds whether to let me click his photo or not. I asked him if he was cool with me getting his headshot. First he went, “No.” But then he got his cup of tea, started to sip on it and was like, “Okay, click now.”

Old City, Hyderabad

Sharmila also wanted her photo clicked, but she ain’t had no cup of tea!

Old City, Hyderabad

More shots from the street.

Old City, Hyderabad

Old City, Hyderabad

Old City, Hyderabad

Kapur’s toothache started to get worse. Wisdom teeth are only for a gifted few I guess. The rest of em just gotta get it taken off!

Old City, Hyderabad

We went in search of a medical store. And passed by a Nikon outlet!

Old City, Hyderabad

More street shots.

Old City, Hyderabad

Old City, Hyderabad

Old City, Hyderabad

This chap saw me walking past him with my camera in hand and went, “Hey you. Are you from some newspaper or magazine?” And before I could reply, he asked me to click his photograph. I obliged.

Old City, Hyderabad

He made sure I got a photograph of the guy next door too. And then asked me if his photograph will be published in the next days newspaper. I said, “No, I’m just clicking for fun.” He was a bit surprised, and then asked me if I was going to be passing this way tomorrow. And, if I was, he would like to have his photograph. I replied, “No, but in case I do, I shall get you a print.”

We exchanged pleasantries and then I carried on.

Old City, Hyderabad

We then passed by a chicken shop.

Old City, Hyderabad

I stopped. And, the guys there we all to happy to see me. Once again, the “Am I from the newspaper” conversation propped up.

Old City, Hyderabad

I passed by another shop and got this simple shot of the price.

Old City, Hyderabad

The chap there asked me to get a shot of him.

Old City, Hyderabad

It then suddenly occurred that people don’t really mind having their photos clicked. Something I’m very careful of. I normally always ask before clicking anyone’s photo on the street, which is very rare. But all the folks at the Old City were happy to have their photos clicked.

The walk went on. And we made our pit stop for the night. Shah Ghouse it was, for some good biryani.

Here is a scene of what was going on outside the restaurant. The guys are serving Haleem.

Old City, Hyderabad

We went up and grabbed our grub.

Old City, Hyderabad

Old City, Hyderabad

Stomachs full, and we where back down. No change in the scene. Madness as usual. Haleem was selling like Hot..er..Haleem!!

Old City, Hyderabad

Found this video on YouTube, look at these human machines go!

Everyone was up for some Irani Chai. So we headed to a restaurant next door.

Old City, Hyderabad

Old City, Hyderabad

Old City, Hyderabad

Old City, Hyderabad

Old City, Hyderabad

And we were done! Plans were to finish off the whole Old City experience by having ice cream at Famous Ice-cream. So we made our way to the Mozamjahi Market.

Everyone got a taste of the ice cream.

Old City, Hyderabad

And a view of the clock tower.

Old City, Hyderabad

Then it was pretty late and exhaustion started to show.

Old City, Hyderabad

It was almost 1:30 am, so we all headed home after that. And that was it. Old City during Ramadan was great!

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August 21st, 2011 at 8:48 pm

Road Trip with the Pedditys!

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The long weekend it was, and my good friend, Daniel Peddity was kind enough to allow me to tag along with him and his awesome folks to Goa! Camera, one set of clothes and a laptop all shared the space of one bag and off we were to my Motherland!

We hit the road via the Mumbai highway. Hyderabad’s great crawling traffic was there to greet us. We were part of the chaos.

Road Trip with the Pedditys

I took the the role of the navigator and made sure to document everything and anything. We did record our track before the phone battery started to die out. But navigator I was! And navigation I did! And other useless things too. Like clicking photos.

Road Trip with the Pedditys

Finally we were on the outskirts of Hyderabad and the roads had some mercy on us.

Road Trip with the Pedditys

Yes, we did come across the occasional stunt riders on the highway. These two indulging in a crazy balancing act. Not to mention that they had another bag nicely balanced on the tank of the bike.

Road Trip with the Pedditys

We saw wheels. A lot of them.

Road Trip with the Pedditys

And, some ‘highly in flammable’ stuff.

Road Trip with the Pedditys

We were to make a pit stop at Danny’s Aunt’s place. And passed through a busy market. Business was on as usual. Everyone making a living.

Road Trip with the Pedditys

And then, the irresponsible shame to the nation was spotted. This chap totally not bothered about the people behind while he took the turns.

Road Trip with the Pedditys

We had to overtake him to avoid death.

Road Trip with the Pedditys

More stunt riders.

Road Trip with the Pedditys

We passed through a village. The fields on either sides greeted us.

Road Trip with the Pedditys

Road Trip with the Pedditys

Road Trip with the Pedditys

And so did a herd of cattle.

Road Trip with the Pedditys

And then, out of no where, the skies decided to unleash the raindrops.

Road Trip with the Pedditys

Road Trip with the Pedditys

But it did stop. And we made it safely to Danny’s Aunt’s place. The camera went into the bag and what followed was a night of nonstop driving. I switched to the wheel at sometime in the middle of the night and I’m pretty sure I sleep drove for a while. Thanks to the non-existence of proper road signs we burnt some rubber and also flew over some speed breakers. A mongoose almost got hit, but some NFS moves saved the day. Anyone and everyone we asked for directions told us to take a turn at the round about with the Shivaji statue. Not to mention that every round about had one of these statues.

We battled the rain. Danny’s Dad, suddenly in the middle of the night, zoomed pass me and I was like, “He so can’t do that!” and so, the battle of the rains turned into the battle of the flying cars. More speed breakers appeared from no where. Finally we experienced the moon’s surface at the Belgaum – Goa highway. I think I destroyed the underneath of Danny’s car while trying to negotiate these crazy roads.

But after all the chaos and madness, we were at the road to Ponda! We made a quick pit stop.

Road Trip with the Pedditys

And, took in the fresh air!

Road Trip with the Pedditys

Let the cars take some rest.

Road Trip with the Pedditys

And then, we were there. Motherland! πŸ˜€

Update (June 1, 2012)
Added a couple of uncut raw footage videos from that day.

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August 14th, 2011 at 12:48 am

At the Sister’s

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And then, suddenly I packed my bags and headed off to my Sister‘s place. We had planned a road trip along with the BIL Bonnie. We were to meet the gamer pals Srijay and Sarvesh (who were to drive down from Pune) at Lonavala/Khandala the next morning, and hang around there for a day or two.

The eve was spent at the Sister’s where I received the VIP treatment. Same treatment that I receive when I go back home to my Motherland, Goa.

The Sister and I grew up reading books, hence you will find her place or mine always filled with books lying all over the place. Its a different thing that off late all my books are lying in a cupboard. But I plan to read those sometime in the future.


We have our sharing system. If the Sister buys a book, I don’t buy it. If I buy a book, the Sister won’t buy it. When we meet, we exchange our stash. If we don’t meet, the stash gets pilled up at home in Goa. From where we pick the best of the lot and take it to our respective places. This system works perfect.

Back to the Sister’s place. There was a whole bunch kept for me to choose from. I took all.

The Books

Bonnie shows up with a so called ‘ergonomic’ mouse, which drew the attention away from the books. Jolene played around with it for a bit and realized that it a complete load of bull. I wonder where that mouse is lying now.

Jolene's Nails

And guess who was lying near the Sister’s bed. Sponge Bob, Square Pants! There is another Sponge Bob lying at home in the showcase btw.

Sponge Bob

More soft toys made their presence felt.

Soft Love

My stash comprised of just one book. Which I read on the train from Hyderabad to Mumbai. This one is now archived in a cupboard at Home, Motherland.

No God at Sight


The Sister then got down to business and did some research on locations around Mumbai. Notice the awesome wallpaper of the Gulmarg Gondola she has on screen! πŸ˜€

The Sister

And the soft toys were back!

More Soft Love

But the moment was ruined thanks to the standard shoot yourself in the mirror since no one documents the photographer moment.

Lovell

We were in two minds whether to go to Bhimashaker instead. Google maps to the rescue and the Sister to the research.

Google Maps

And yes, chocolates! Thank to our aunt who got these for us. Oh, and there you seen another book on Paper Quilling. You should check out my Mother’s Quilling work.

The Chocolates

My machine was with me too. This bad boy took me places.

The T61

Oh and this book, I had to take back and archive it at the Motherland. Turns out the Sister had bought this one too. Fail on my part.

My Friend Sancho

All this research, hanging around, eating chocolates made time fly. Before we knew it, it was pretty late.

Time

Time had come to call it a night. The next day would involve a lot of driving in heavy rains. We all would need out beauty sleep.


More soft toys were found lying by the bed.

Soft Toys

I clicked a photo of what the author of “No God in Sight” had to say.

The Author

And then the lights were out.

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June 19th, 2011 at 1:53 pm

Aeronautical Engineering at Work

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What was turning out to be a boring day at work had to be turned into something more exciting. Lying below Joshua Singh‘s desk was a task that no man could do. But I guess it was more because no one actually bothered to. Mukesh Mukhi came to the rescue and displayed his aeronautical engineering skills. The now assembled plane hangs on Vivaik Bharadwaaj‘s board with the other planes that he owns. This is a recollection of what happened that one boring day at the workplace.

We un-boxed the parts.

The parts

Only to land up with a complete mess.

The mess

And then began the assembling of tiny parts that no man had ever seen before.

The assembling

Luckily, Mukhi had the blueprint in front of him.

The blueprint

And in no time, the wheels were in place!

The wheels

Mukhi was hard at work, while Johnny watched from nearby.

The engineer

The engineering went on.

The engineering

Johnny kept an observant eye over the entire proceeding.

The observer

And then things started to take shape. We had a propellor and a fuselage.

The propeller

Swetha dropped by for some moral support.

The supporter

And here is a totally random shot of Mukhi’s spike! πŸ˜›

The spike

Some parts where yet to find their place.

The promotion

While others were just waiting to be attached.

The motion

Mukhi had to stop for a while and contemplate.

The contemplation

We had a rudder.

The rear

And we realized that it was totally safe for Mukhi to work with.

The instructions

The wings were in place.

The wing

And firmly attached.

The screwing

Some more parts were joined.

The joining

And fixed properly.

The adjustments

And voila! After all the hard work, sweat, tears, pain and trauma, the creation was ready to take off.

The creation

All the aeronautical engineering had finally paid off.

The plane

The great flight of softness can now be found hanging on the Man’s wall in his cabin.

On the Man's board

So that was that. A boring day at work, made less boring thanks to a whole ton of jobless people.
PS: We do work a lot actually.

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May 22nd, 2011 at 11:34 pm