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.
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.
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.
More soft toys made their presence felt.
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.
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! 😀
And the soft toys were back!
But the moment was ruined thanks to the standard shoot yourself in the mirror since no one documents the photographer moment.
We were in two minds whether to go to Bhimashaker instead. Google maps to the rescue and the Sister to the research.
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.
My machine was with me too. This bad boy took me places.
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.
All this research, hanging around, eating chocolates made time fly. Before we knew it, it was pretty late.
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.
I clicked a photo of what the author of “No God in Sight” had to say.
And then the lights were out.
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.
Only to land up with a complete mess.
And then began the assembling of tiny parts that no man had ever seen before.
Luckily, Mukhi had the blueprint in front of him.
And in no time, the wheels were in place!
Mukhi was hard at work, while Johnny watched from nearby.
The engineering went on.
Johnny kept an observant eye over the entire proceeding.
And then things started to take shape. We had a propellor and a fuselage.
Swetha dropped by for some moral support.
And here is a totally random shot of Mukhi’s spike! 😛
Some parts where yet to find their place.
While others were just waiting to be attached.
Mukhi had to stop for a while and contemplate.
We had a rudder.
And we realized that it was totally safe for Mukhi to work with.
The wings were in place.
And firmly attached.
Some more parts were joined.
And fixed properly.
And voila! After all the hard work, sweat, tears, pain and trauma, the creation was ready to take off.
All the aeronautical engineering had finally paid off.
The great flight of softness can now be found hanging on the Man’s wall in his cabin.
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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Oh yes, good ‘ol Johnny and Tulsi. Thats the three of us at Daniel’s and Rebyl’s wedding, a few months back during my rabbi days.
Now for some more context. Johnny was baptized “Alpha Male” while on our legendary trips to the Himalayas. Not only because he used to take all the decisions and resolve any conflicts. But also because he was the eldest of the lot. Hence came the name “Alpha Male”. Now Alpha Male went on to marry Tulsi, who by default became Alpha Female and has since gained the respect of all members of the pride.
Recently, a bunch of us headed off to Hampi for a weekend filled with a packed agenda of doing absolutely nothing. One fine sunny afternoon, while all the other animals were lazing around catching a quick nap, Mr and Mrs Alpha were found fooling around.
Alpha female tried to distract Aplha male.
But he was too busy playing with PowerShot.
But then everything fell into place. And Alpha male went, snap!
Alpha female was impressed.
Knowing that she was being watched, she tried to conceal her identity.
But Alpha male was not bothered a bit.
I shall now leave you with the shy Alpha female and the dangerous, yet calm king of the pride.
Alpha male suddenly realized that he needed to document him and his Alpha female too. So there went another snap!
And they lived happily ever after.
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Unreal and bewitching, the forlorn ruins of Hampi lie scattered over a landscape that leaves you spellbound the moment you cast your eyes on it. Heaps of giant boulders perch precariously over miles of undulated terrain, their rusty hues offset by jade-green pals groves, banana plantations and paddy fields, while the aure sky painted with fluffy white cirrus only adds to the magical atmosphere.
Thats what the Lonely Planet book had to say. Screw all that, we just wanted to get out of Hyderabad, and Hampi it was.
We had a late night bus to catch, so we hung around the work place to kill time.
We had a word with the man himself, Vivaik Bharadwaj. We spoke about some lenses, tripods and how folks in the office are scared of him. SJ (John Paul) got some last minute work done, while Dev (Nikhil Dev) displayed some addiction to the latest Nexus craze, Robo Defense.
We waited for SJ to finish his work and just clicked some random shots around the office.
And then we were done! Machines locked, tickets in the bag, laces tied, and we were off.
And over night bus ride, a couple of auto rickshaws from Hospet and finally we were there.
We cross the river and were greeted by this.
I hope no one was offended by me wearing shorts all the time. Not that I had great legs to flaunt. 😛
We did not pre book any place, hence no rooms were available at the good places at Hampi, aka Mowgli and Shanti Guest Houses. So we had to settle for a couple of rooms at this place called Laxmi Golden Beach Resort. Seriously? Beach Resort? I did not notice any beach!
The place was very nice, but the service was pathetic. The folks at the counter did not bother to entertain anyone who was not ‘white skinned’. They seemed to have hired a bunch of guys who suffered from amnesia. They could not remember anything we asked or told them. Anyway, we had to settle for this place.
We just hung around and had a nice lazy breakfast.
SJ got down to doing his usual nonsense.
We then settled down at our base camp and indulged in some refreshment.
Lunch time was around the corner, so we decided to hit the “Goan Corner” and indulge in some Goan food. So the Goan corner it was!
We made our ways through the fields. The village boys, SJ and I, explained to the city kids that difference in the mud textures ment difference in the strength of the soil. Basically you could fall into the fields if you did not see where you placed you foot.
Growing up in the village ment I could run around without falling into the fields. And then managed to go click!
Finally, we were there! The Goan Corner.
After a ton of burps and navigating back to our base camp, we decided to head off to the river and watch the sun set. Sadly, lazy folks that we are, we missed the sunset but there was enough of light to find our way to the river.
And then we were there. By the river bank.
It got dark. And all we could think of was dinner. We decided to head to the Shanti Guest House and spend the lazy evening there. Food was ordered, mosquitoes were killed and a lot of photos of inanimate objects were clicked. I got a nice shot of my 50mm lens that evening. More photo from that evening will feature on my Photo Blog or Facebook Page soon.
Nightfall, and it was to be a night of drinks and discussion. We hit base camp again.
The handful of us went on talking till around 4 in the morning. Lots of topics discussed. Lots of noises heard from the neighboring cottage. And then it was time to indulge in some slumber.
Next morning. Oh wait, there was no next morning. It directly started as next afternoon. Us hungry souls had to indulge in some gastric satisfactions. The destination was set, Mogli Restaurant it was.
We drank, ate, sat, wasted time, ate, drank, wasted more time. We made lazy people look active.
There was an impromptu photoshoot of Tulsi & Johnny that happened. Those photos will be up somewhere sometime soon.
Lunch time turned into tea time.
Oh, and as a Goan, you are required to sleep post lunch. Its tradition. You don’t want to displease your dead forefathers by not doing so.
It was evening in no time. We had a bus to catch at Hospet. We headed back to our base camp and packed up.
The laziest trip ever came to an end. Bye bye Hampi.
So that was it. No nonsense. No sightseeing. Just eat, drink, sleep and repeat.
The complete album of us Clowns at Hampi can be found on Flickr. More albums and stories to come soon.
And here is a video of us all winding up the trip with a few words of wisdom.
PS: It’s totally for fun.
Thank you for reading. 😛
It all started on the 14th of December 2010. Our good friend Daniel Peddity aka Saniel aka Sanny Beta aka Peddity aka Peddity Bhai (the list goes on) was to marry his beautiful bride Rebyl Pinto. So it was! Off we were to the hide out. This is a short recollection of a little bit of what went on behind the scenes and got captured.
First we needed a practice shot of what was to become Rebyl and Daniel. Thats our man sipping on some coke while he attacked his Mac D burger at the same time. Which reminds me, I did not get one. 😛
And whats a groom if he isn’t well groomed. So off he was to clean up the mane. We did try to get him to take off the crazy side burn, but he was like, “No, Rebyl likes it”.
Luckily on site was our very own Mukesh Mukhi. Taking calls, running around, and doing what he does best. That is, keeping himself busy.
The weapon of choice for the day was the Canon Rebel T2i. Yeah, I know I gotta upgrade to a full frame sometime soon. I’m on that, though it may take a while. If anyone knows anyone else who wants to gift me a Canon 5D Mark II, then you know where to find me.
Then the boys got ready.
While the dude recording the video did his thing.
Time flew by. And then arrived the bride’s bouquet. It was heavy indeed. Must have weighed more than a kilo surely. I handed it over to Rebyl and she went, “This is heavy!”
And off we were for the ceremony. There were other photographers too. Who made sure that they were in the thick of action. I lurked in the background not wanting to disrupt the proceedings. Which reminds me, this is the only wedding which I made it to without having a bath! I wouldn’t have had a suit either. But thanks to my good friend’s John Paul, Mukesh Mukhi and Vignesh Anand my shoes and shirt somehow landed up in a car at the venue. Now how I landed up not having a bath is a whole different story. Lets blame the groom for that!
Now, now! Please draw your attention back to wedding.
The bride’s brother stood at a side watching his sister get into good hands.
The Pastor on the other hand was fooling around a lot. Popping into the frame while I tried to get some shots. This one is for you Pastor.
And then they were married. We headed off to a studio since the other photographer wanted to get some studio shots of the couple.
So off I was to the studio. Answering a number of calls asking why are the newly weds absconding while I watched the two of them indulge in some funny poses. I got a whole bunch of photos of this action. But I’ll share those sometime in the future.
Finally all that jazz was done. And off we were to the reception.
We had a few minutes to take some shots. This one went all wrong.
This is the best fail moment from the wedding. We just got out of the lift. All the guests was present at the reception waiting for the bride and groom. The lighting at the lift was perfect. The mirrored wall played well with the light, bouncing it all over the place. I went, “we gotta get a shot”. But some unknown folks were getting out of the other lift. Rebyl goes, “get those people to wait”. I look into the viewfinder and had a split second to decide whether I should get a shot of some strangers with the bride or me with the bride. I won.
The reception commenced. Got this photo of me clicking the couple thanks to Paul. And then the reception ended.
A bunch of us stayed back since it was Daniel’s birthday. We decided to sing for the groom.
So it was done.
Mr. Krupakar Peddity had some thoughts to share. I did not get any close to him. (Photo by Emmanuel Peddity)
And yes, I managed to get the couple to take their rings off. Woohoo, thats a first! And, Saniel Beta if you are reading this, I’m still waiting for the rings. Need those close up shots.
And thats them. Mr and Mrs Peddity. And they lived happily ever after.
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And then I was at my cousin’s wedding. Running around like a moron clicking photos while no one was looking. Candid shots are the best! Luckily for me, the flower girl and the page boy were two real cute kids. The page boy, my cousin’s little boy. Yes, I have tons of cousins. And, I’m not really sure who the page girl was, but she was photogenic as ever!
The wedding mass was getting to us all. To me in particular. So off I went to the front of the church to find the two little kids having some fun time of their own.
Here is ‘Kids Play’.
Little Boy: Hey, you got such nice hands.
Little Girl: Your hands are nice too.
Little Girl: And they are soft.
Little Boy: But your hands are so pretty.
Little Boy: I like you other hand too.
Little Girl: Oh my God, you are so awesome.
Little Boy: Man, those hands!
Little Girl: Photographer, get some good shots!
Little Girl: Hey! Look!!!
Little Girl: Look! Look at that bird!
Little Boy: I’m just happy looking at you.
Little Girl: Oh, wait. Is he giving me that look?
The day started off pretty early. By early I mean, I had to wake up at 5.30 am. We had a team outing and Anantgiri hills, Vikarabad was the destination. We were supposed to take the bus along with the rest of the team, but then decided to hitch a ride with the man himself, Vivaik Baradwaaj in his new Volkswagen Polo.
And off we were! I had the pleasure of being the navigator, all because there is never enough place for fat guys on the back seat. But in my defense, I’m really good at navigating and reading Google Maps. Which of course, did come handy later that morning.
A foggy morning it was. The visibility was very bad and we could hardly see a few meters up front. Our fate lied in the the hands of the ex – Air force guy at the drivers wheel. The roads were a complete mess bearing much resemblance to that of the moon’s surface. A couple of times the base of the car took a complete beating. But somehow we reached out destination in one piece.
We stopped at a temple. The man stepped out to survey the surrounding. I guess it is something you learn to do at the armed forces. We four on the other hand stood with the car, cracked some jokes and acted suspicious.
Manasa got in touch with the rest of the folks and found out that they were quite far back. We had enough of time in our hands to move around and check the place out. It was decided to that we visit the Kotepalli reservoir nearby.
To be continued…
I have decided to start a blog that supports my photo blog. This space will feature some short photo stories that I hope will not bore anyone too much. Having said all that, here is a photo.
And very soon I shall have a nice story too!