tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272479012024-03-07T01:46:18.210-08:00Captivating perspectives!Having a strong desire to explore different perspectives through photography and express my thoughts through words, I have tried to put some snaps from my collection against the contents...If you were wondering what da blog title "Pidithadhu" means...it is a tamil word - kinda polysemy that has one meaning of "Likes" and the other meaning of "Captured". Feel free to talk to me through the comments!Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.comBlogger210125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-63889416363479639562015-02-23T11:29:00.000-08:002015-02-23T11:29:54.611-08:00Knock Knock ???<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This is me shooting by the side of Lake Louise, Alberta, Canada. I had some interesting moments there and was briefly involved in street photography and wild life.</div>
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Then I returned to Chennai, India and have been here for about three years now and very soon am relocating to a new city. Am sure I would have ample time to share my next phase, hopefully with more pictures.</div>
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Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-57384119575729862632010-11-14T12:06:00.000-08:002010-11-14T21:44:22.084-08:00The Answer!என் கேள்விக்கு என்ன பதில்...!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBUk-mMdiMUdALj12cqJsML0oE6OnJIZ3dPlxs_krD6s9MOwvcyEouBzBLRmqCst5P-4YXTzyrBxyo7662k5H997-3OpZfBDkPxgo1uFizaaHsuQPyBhkgYNoWzO6SVJudS9ph/s1600/Me.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBUk-mMdiMUdALj12cqJsML0oE6OnJIZ3dPlxs_krD6s9MOwvcyEouBzBLRmqCst5P-4YXTzyrBxyo7662k5H997-3OpZfBDkPxgo1uFizaaHsuQPyBhkgYNoWzO6SVJudS9ph/s320/Me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539499783125955634" /></a><br />I am Still waiting for The Answer...!<br /><br />I had stopped taking self-portraits a while back. But when a friend of mine reminded, took this.Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-77002426844195875782010-10-31T02:02:00.000-07:002010-10-31T03:31:00.987-07:00SurroundedI'm an Island,<br />And you surround me...<br />She made me a poet,<br />What did you turn me into...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54JtpRywd50jYtHaeC_PYn255rEUQF2oBrLfnkj4Y3RECwWU0ZsgBdsCvf4zHWFfC2YOUn-an2zJZBOVbbt8SRQh9r-iiEojQc5fJgwKFpSsfUuWaBkH6oM5iUdxwk_zwgxWW/s1600/The+poet.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534141211743989442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54JtpRywd50jYtHaeC_PYn255rEUQF2oBrLfnkj4Y3RECwWU0ZsgBdsCvf4zHWFfC2YOUn-an2zJZBOVbbt8SRQh9r-iiEojQc5fJgwKFpSsfUuWaBkH6oM5iUdxwk_zwgxWW/s320/The+poet.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEH_Fn7mh9yJ2CO6ZwWJO28mI2mA0IWijaT-0Ot5NZYi2gs9srPysBd-KWFpI5z6SmD3gFx1K45nGMw6ZIXQ84z1C0TeLSxhLMlhpmlynT590xYr9otsvHcJBy0LyAhdlSvHgA/s1600/The+poet.jpg"></a>நான்தான் ஓரு தீவாய் இருக்கின்றேன்,<br />நீதான் என்னை சுற்றி இருக்கின்றாய்...<br />அவள் என்னை ஒரு கவிஞனாக்கினாள்,<br />நீ என்னை என்னவாக்கினாய்...</div>Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-27844070755941981652010-10-11T15:01:00.000-07:002010-10-11T15:17:48.331-07:00My Untranslatable ManuscriptsIt's indeed hard to decipher some of the creations. This one is quite special...let me know if you felt like having a cup of coffee, looking at this :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNspEVqQ-CSyYsoHOpw7YFZZo4nJA7NOMbQKttfQ_ujG-UDdkEh-aGJJmWItdClShv9MjyocyYvke8tlvkhP1BHQnq_QxCfvyXglfF42Uau0GbrnyQLhXXvJPksqRH771nu51A/s1600/My+untranslatable+manuscripts.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526915042457499986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNspEVqQ-CSyYsoHOpw7YFZZo4nJA7NOMbQKttfQ_ujG-UDdkEh-aGJJmWItdClShv9MjyocyYvke8tlvkhP1BHQnq_QxCfvyXglfF42Uau0GbrnyQLhXXvJPksqRH771nu51A/s320/My+untranslatable+manuscripts.jpg" /></a><br /><br />I have been quite busy...travelling just to take pictures. Now I have so much pictures, that I can write for years about my experience involved.Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-18550434005926670042010-07-29T23:01:00.000-07:002010-07-29T23:18:05.744-07:00A Theory to relate to...I liked physics only for one reason...because it had the theory of relativity. Only other theory that remains in memory next to the third law.<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwzDUi3ZIqXSMfxFUJzYl7Tdi4o50PsuCXYDjQKc_npAizaElb9rSPTLY0-HtOV75eN_4RUCi_9Wicr79gftBCnv6Csm1XDFdgg7P366Cit5-GgNR5ha7bqd1si2_6p6nlYzl/s1600/Theory.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499576815032050242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwzDUi3ZIqXSMfxFUJzYl7Tdi4o50PsuCXYDjQKc_npAizaElb9rSPTLY0-HtOV75eN_4RUCi_9Wicr79gftBCnv6Csm1XDFdgg7P366Cit5-GgNR5ha7bqd1si2_6p6nlYzl/s320/Theory.JPG" /></a></p><p></p><p></p>Journeys are quick and relativity is all over the globe...<br />Everyone is a racer in pursuit of a something...<br />One who realises that would know the real values that are being missed.Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-54119546685938716642010-06-03T20:04:00.000-07:002010-06-03T20:21:05.149-07:00The Unknown Reach...Do you know how far you can reach...<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoQ5YJhqAKzIV0pzrkcp55ZD5Xh8Kcc_EJvwu8QpUtzAox8QIJW37btBKvdEuxlapUBGiQXkAznDFLHDCdY-LTjjC2WYoSNBLVKVcqcq67nKkeoJthNp_gzrRLt1AW5cuGYDN/s1600/Taller....jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478750843131519970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoQ5YJhqAKzIV0pzrkcp55ZD5Xh8Kcc_EJvwu8QpUtzAox8QIJW37btBKvdEuxlapUBGiQXkAznDFLHDCdY-LTjjC2WYoSNBLVKVcqcq67nKkeoJthNp_gzrRLt1AW5cuGYDN/s320/Taller....jpg" /></a> There are a lot of things that could be happening beyond our reach, which we might never know, like...<br /><br />We could have -</p><p>...crossed some boundaries,<br />...broken some limits,<br />...made a difference for some,<br />...hurt some,<br />...made some think,<br />...amused some,<br />...turned something normal to magic for some,<br />...brought out few smiles on some,<br />...changed some forever,<br /><br />As long as it is not known to us - it would be governed by:<br />...The law of the Unknown!</p>Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-75724947129902097902010-05-30T01:15:00.001-07:002010-05-30T01:19:30.561-07:00Not My Cup of Drink...If this is an Elixir of Life...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQw0xxc8pUSsL_gB0ymLiwkhThpb9tzQ4aZNN-CTrrPXFeoNbYkJMpGKj9IJBP7z0CySPwu3CBf8UP9-_KAUxCjtjM9Wv84pHOkovJoxYjXB4EteMHVZFR-3uQwlSfEKtnU-c/s1600/Not+my+cup+of+drink.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476974298970707522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQw0xxc8pUSsL_gB0ymLiwkhThpb9tzQ4aZNN-CTrrPXFeoNbYkJMpGKj9IJBP7z0CySPwu3CBf8UP9-_KAUxCjtjM9Wv84pHOkovJoxYjXB4EteMHVZFR-3uQwlSfEKtnU-c/s320/Not+my+cup+of+drink.JPG" /></a> <div>...I would certainly not drink it, for I would only come across another set of selfish people.</div>Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-21262964020136738282010-05-18T19:14:00.000-07:002010-05-19T13:33:59.326-07:00The Illusionist...He has waited all these years with the least hope of coming across the one, who still remains a mystery to him.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidP44NVDxvrmhFoMNsvdpexAzXElDpPjt7tqSIe55GXZ9cC1dxx-nuIq49wFyJLA38JC5k4LONHob1himRVbDlwbXXXb3zoW102H5Sy11SsJiz3YMO560ovg1yOUwzN7bnnU_E/s1600/sj.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472798879104977746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidP44NVDxvrmhFoMNsvdpexAzXElDpPjt7tqSIe55GXZ9cC1dxx-nuIq49wFyJLA38JC5k4LONHob1himRVbDlwbXXXb3zoW102H5Sy11SsJiz3YMO560ovg1yOUwzN7bnnU_E/s320/sj.jpg" border="0" /></a> The shores of of Kerala would remain in his memories for two reasons. One is the ever smiling nature and the other for the moments, that would never come back. It has been a decade and the scenes are still fresh. It is indeed true that some smiles/ glance hardly last for few seconds but last for a lifetime.<br /><br />It is a great surprise for someone who had believed that few things are possible only in movies, till that happened to him. It was only once he heard her voice and the echoes have not faded away yet. Strange that he landed on the social networking sites and even blogged...thinking that there could be a chance he could stumble upon her, just with a name. Interestingly it only lead to further more mysteries. It is a fact that he is fascinated by the illusions, but certainly not of these kind. While he likes the technology that has been growing rapidly, he hates it for happening a little too late.<br /><br />Certainly this would not make a difference now. It is hard to describe a feeling which does not have a definition yet, may be simply because knowing a name and face does not disqualify the person under the 'Stranger' category. Does it? And it seems very likely that the face would fade off his memories too.<br /><br />Whatever...he may capture lively moments, create illusions and captivate the perspectives he favours the most. But certainly he does not savour the reality that he could not capture the stranger who photographed him a decade back.<br /><br /><strong>Destiny</strong>!...he would definitely believe in it if he meets her to 'thank' before the end of his journey, for she has been always in the corner of his mind with each of his creations...Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-81211500928215303902010-04-29T21:45:00.000-07:002010-05-18T19:14:16.604-07:00Just not what you think...<div>Sometimes not the most beautiful thing, is the one that attracts my attention...<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMYblf9j8Q10AY0lszN5sFnD7U5q2f18T7rdrj1jQngPm60LTUtvTWkuZQcnwKy2iHf8JW3bKaWMxXkhE_7Q0At1b2f19fMMDt3K9Kp0kir6NT0A-EYuQBOefT4hvldATZ86-q/s1600/Just+not+what+you+think.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465788592500617250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMYblf9j8Q10AY0lszN5sFnD7U5q2f18T7rdrj1jQngPm60LTUtvTWkuZQcnwKy2iHf8JW3bKaWMxXkhE_7Q0At1b2f19fMMDt3K9Kp0kir6NT0A-EYuQBOefT4hvldATZ86-q/s320/Just+not+what+you+think.JPG" /></a>Something:<br />...that stays as what it is,,<br />...reflects the inner world,<br />...lot subtler than sublime,<br />...that gives me a sense of belonging,<br />...anything that is a lot like me.</p><br /><p>That backdrop is water...if you are curious :)</p></div>Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-8791764914111693032010-04-29T20:03:00.000-07:002010-04-29T20:19:08.684-07:00As the leaves fall...As the leaves fall...<br />And the colors change...<br />Wind gets so cold to embrace me like a hot spring...<br />Everything else seems blurred...<br />Only a moment of emptiness...<br />Stare that does not belong to a place...<br />Only noise I hear are the brustling leaves...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0n6sYoo-xtMPbfHK6rABD5-A0PLC6N18sDzpz05X2LYmtARqDrfB5-GV4msy_-GvTyKYI5r1NCCvtB0-sumMWQGQRidNnkwSAUO3MLM0Bl25ji6AA00QH4c4JrQIaHWHdHE6Y/s1600/She'll+have+no+idea.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465762015667171682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0n6sYoo-xtMPbfHK6rABD5-A0PLC6N18sDzpz05X2LYmtARqDrfB5-GV4msy_-GvTyKYI5r1NCCvtB0-sumMWQGQRidNnkwSAUO3MLM0Bl25ji6AA00QH4c4JrQIaHWHdHE6Y/s320/She'll+have+no+idea.JPG" /></a> My wait has been longer than her ride...<br />...she could ever imagine.Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-64917658925468831732010-04-12T02:15:00.001-07:002010-04-20T21:57:10.565-07:00Diamonds Unpacked ) *** (Nature's gift...come mostly unpacked :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB9V3yQushbp-8xDXpMVxmBUTOpveZ6C6JL7VuArN9Cuu-rz8tyevF75WESHCp-YEMuebQbtSHd7h9MKPqGPj2-qxwNMOi5uMiiVqlsi-nvualG0kLMPBZsoX_gkI3D-OgFCCD/s1600/De(uce)ws.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459177235640711026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB9V3yQushbp-8xDXpMVxmBUTOpveZ6C6JL7VuArN9Cuu-rz8tyevF75WESHCp-YEMuebQbtSHd7h9MKPqGPj2-qxwNMOi5uMiiVqlsi-nvualG0kLMPBZsoX_gkI3D-OgFCCD/s320/De(uce)ws.JPG" /></a> I bought a gift for a friend when I visited India, even though there was a very little chance of meeting. It was a beautiful work, comparable to this.<br /><br />I really couldn't ignore a friend who thought I was full of something...<br /><br />For those who are curious, its a shot that I took without viewing...two reasons - its tough to keep the neck unless I have a Giraffe's & the other one due to excess dew on grass. People who know technical aspects will know how tough it is to get this...Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-44174704294460644942010-04-12T01:57:00.001-07:002010-04-13T18:41:09.472-07:00Count 'less'...Those who don't know me, will see and know only one name from the stones. But I know few names that are on there. Many that I am not aware of...will be a surprise as they flip in the journey.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3mDn4JCCWzefpVpTXvLfwsP14iWRADWji4cd4SrYyozdAQO_UxhbL6qZiug0Rc_pUX6_5Vkc0UV6sWlJbBEvIYxhY8UTeymYeR5Otka_ordMLhvzTScU4KccvDHhK4_G8xoeB/s1600/Pebbles....jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459172721231134690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3mDn4JCCWzefpVpTXvLfwsP14iWRADWji4cd4SrYyozdAQO_UxhbL6qZiug0Rc_pUX6_5Vkc0UV6sWlJbBEvIYxhY8UTeymYeR5Otka_ordMLhvzTScU4KccvDHhK4_G8xoeB/s320/Pebbles....jpg" border="0" /></a> I seriously don't remember few characters...after all these years. Probably applies to many out there. <p>And for sure I could be in many forgotten list too :) </p>Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-54894293186991804802010-04-10T22:58:00.000-07:002010-04-11T01:20:18.605-07:00Crossing the Borders...Everytime I break my Barriers, it simply does not go anywhere...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXCOA9TIhrBsJoWdugpQYqBHjNlLRR-NF75guTfTiWnGp2Ja2AaJgr6NQnp-o7spJOnNOQih8BZZvm8eRIP6-AjmwHRfjzt3ZfAArxav9svkZ9VmMLS_jzIMY_5Jpuh3VfaOHp/s1600/Borders....jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458755589279014754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXCOA9TIhrBsJoWdugpQYqBHjNlLRR-NF75guTfTiWnGp2Ja2AaJgr6NQnp-o7spJOnNOQih8BZZvm8eRIP6-AjmwHRfjzt3ZfAArxav9svkZ9VmMLS_jzIMY_5Jpuh3VfaOHp/s320/Borders....jpg" /></a>Wherever I go, I find myself right where I don't want to be...sometimes when someone hesitates even to become a friend, really makes me wonder.<br /><br />Colors were just too good to walk past without a click :) it should seem to you as if am on air like David Blaine...Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-9795213649955089122010-03-30T19:29:00.000-07:002010-04-13T18:42:17.187-07:00Face of an Illusionist...World is a better place to everyone who can see it differently. It's just that people are the one's who disappoint me - no matter how differently I see.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjv3Srklf5w/S7gVDDjlnfI/AAAAAAAAA6o/EwIgw2WplqM/s1600/Face+of...an+Illusionist....jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456134090797719026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjv3Srklf5w/S7gVDDjlnfI/AAAAAAAAA6o/EwIgw2WplqM/s320/Face+of...an+Illusionist....jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>It's like sleeping in the shades of a tree along the coast on shore...<br />...getting up early in the morning<br />...stretching while watching the dawn<br /><div></div><div></div><div>...almost like that for a post after a long break. Just to let know that am still out here... :) </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>To follow...pictures I click with my mobile. My theme would remain the same. However you would have to bear with the picture resolution for now. 2MP camera can offer only a limited...sharpness!</div><div></div></div>Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-29008392470210613362010-01-28T01:21:00.000-08:002010-01-29T10:40:29.079-08:00The Creature...<p>To me one of the most blank, hard hitting, utterly, subtle word that is not so commonly used is 'Creature'</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEird41n5FgCJ37BLTgLM9nR9jlOYnwUilNKbn9w3m_5O7lfb6_ktNSdI8TNjOxT7Q7Mh0f4dGjyzXCh40ULvdXDfQBCLRSTiM1lzDBszd5e2N2sCeZFGh_1yGrcx-XVMT5-Lb0W/s1600-h/The+Creature....JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431718874827216258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEird41n5FgCJ37BLTgLM9nR9jlOYnwUilNKbn9w3m_5O7lfb6_ktNSdI8TNjOxT7Q7Mh0f4dGjyzXCh40ULvdXDfQBCLRSTiM1lzDBszd5e2N2sCeZFGh_1yGrcx-XVMT5-Lb0W/s320/The+Creature....JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We all were created as part of the universe and the way we gained superiority over the other creatures (known to us) through evolution is something beyond our control. Nature has been the sculptor all along, shaping us...</p><p>But He, only knows where we are headed - among the destructions & constructions we create.</p><p>Creatures for <strong>Creations</strong> or Destructions ?</p><p>Some of these patterns should be a designers delight...may be a fashion designer (...what do you say Bhusha) should say! I might get these on my T-shirts, if I get a chance! </p><p>Let me know if anyone needs :)</p>Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-40692479901581961672010-01-24T20:41:00.001-08:002010-01-25T18:47:45.860-08:00Genie's Eye...<p></p><p>It's not just the photographer who can create the magic, it's in the eyes of the perceiver too!</p><p>I don't know who all, just vist my page - this picture is for all the unknown & known friends. </p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmRXq4uul-GMqDgYpyOPEZ6vmXJoelUpapUn59K2e3x6HvPSIN1S-D8IUMKX_4ZoH6ynL3SbZfHIu-pHYjE142NeQ9V0lBwPqQILk0ieKhX9sWjTYt0Y-_qsTeExpt035gislj/s1600-h/Genie's+eye.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430533104376335522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmRXq4uul-GMqDgYpyOPEZ6vmXJoelUpapUn59K2e3x6HvPSIN1S-D8IUMKX_4ZoH6ynL3SbZfHIu-pHYjE142NeQ9V0lBwPqQILk0ieKhX9sWjTYt0Y-_qsTeExpt035gislj/s320/Genie's+eye.JPG" border="0" /></a>We all wish to find an Aladdin's lamp...<br /><br />What would be your wish? Well, as of now...I would ask a very high sophisticated camera, visible only to me so that no one can steal it again :)<br /><br />...atleast my memory card was left behind with some of these pictures. I still I have my camera that can be used in underwater, leaving me an option to explore for now...of course am not going to get into anything bigger than a swimming pool :)<br /><br />..its unfortunate that I get very little time to visit blogs.Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-19364857975038802862010-01-21T20:17:00.000-08:002010-01-25T18:28:55.804-08:00Glance of a Dancer...Doesn't it seem like a peacock turning back to have a glance...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGzHKEf1TnsI7Y1m28_e-0pfz6OnVOlJi9uC4eOqAWCgs5ug7SshnWrmcIZpscs5K1FX835ioMllKO_sBC3A6Xxfkrgtr0LQAUSro0y1X1AkJG2b8FsvQvjg6TfQYJV3NrxPre/s1600-h/Vivaldi.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429417571087736450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGzHKEf1TnsI7Y1m28_e-0pfz6OnVOlJi9uC4eOqAWCgs5ug7SshnWrmcIZpscs5K1FX835ioMllKO_sBC3A6Xxfkrgtr0LQAUSro0y1X1AkJG2b8FsvQvjg6TfQYJV3NrxPre/s320/Vivaldi.JPG" border="0" /></a> It ain't so easy to blog again especially when I have lost both the essential mediums - my Camera & Laptop.<br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>And most of the pictures in this blog were taken using the same camera. The very reason of me writing had temporarily ceased. The source to capture my perspectives does not exist. And it's not fun to browse anymore...especially when I know that nothing is going to fall apart in my absence.</div><br /><div></div><div></div><div>I have not logged into orkut/ fb/ movies site for three weeks now, and will not till I get a new laptop. And then get a new camera...like starting from a scratch. Maybe this time I should take only the best. I know that I am not so organised this time. But I had to write this post, else I would have taken few months to write something. I had started blogging when I din't have them both.</div><div><br />...it hurts only when we feel the absence of something that was felt so close to us. My experiences with my first camera would remain in my memories...the pictures here would be a reminder to me. </div><br />Everyday is like a greeting card...<br />...some make us smile :)<br />...some make us frown :(<br />but this has definitely changed my attitude...<br /><br />For those who were wondering what this picture is...it's the screen saver that came with my laptop. One among the last few pictures taken using them both...Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-53131533618331341592010-01-01T00:17:00.000-08:002010-01-01T12:03:53.420-08:00Fair Bit(e) of Share...Life gives everyone their fair bit/ bite of share...<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDhtRletmRdco8kyUWca20doqAyUYfSi_1ZEaVmchdC1o4Fj9NZuRASXiaPA6uXDa4_bbz-rE7ORXdHvh12Zbpau2Go9Spe6FeqPfrs3RxhpelMfksNrxhueUpIKskEqlVcTgP/s1600-h/Fair+share!.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421683119837140578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDhtRletmRdco8kyUWca20doqAyUYfSi_1ZEaVmchdC1o4Fj9NZuRASXiaPA6uXDa4_bbz-rE7ORXdHvh12Zbpau2Go9Spe6FeqPfrs3RxhpelMfksNrxhueUpIKskEqlVcTgP/s320/Fair+share!.jpg" border="0" /></a> Of course there are/ could be many disappointments in each of the journeys. But I strongly believe that we get what we are supposed to. I know what I deserve & you know what you deserve. Everything else does not matter. </p><p>So have fun & do what you love to do...as long as it does not hurt anyone. I don't believe in false hopes & fake chocolate words. But what I do wish is 'May this new year bring us anything/ everything that each of us deserve'...<br /></p><p>I also have to agree that unfortunately for many of us - we get the share when we don't want or we don't get when we want...that's the way it would be. And none of us can have a control on that.</p><p>So keep munching as long as you have your share...Rock on!</p>Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-81543622534003285232009-12-29T19:54:00.000-08:002009-12-29T22:24:51.284-08:00Need of the Hour...Need of the Hour...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43E0gIyuXTINVgG5-y4rTUVbNVSvlSLrNNpT7bynOS9KQHBzcBHJPteEuGbIOsTuEKZGhb4jwvD7cPTowOZribaL5mICgI8IHJgimQeE93wPlRZf-6pk2SZ7_I4Ocg6I-fHD6/s1600-h/NOTH.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420874541970845826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43E0gIyuXTINVgG5-y4rTUVbNVSvlSLrNNpT7bynOS9KQHBzcBHJPteEuGbIOsTuEKZGhb4jwvD7cPTowOZribaL5mICgI8IHJgimQeE93wPlRZf-6pk2SZ7_I4Ocg6I-fHD6/s320/NOTH.jpg" border="0" /></a> As another year is about to roll past, picked couple of wrist watches for this boxing day (not costly). I am rather choosy when it comes to anything that would be a part of me. And am not a gadgets freak too...its a rare occasion that I like them.<br /><br />Need of the hour - you never know what one needs at a point of time. Call it the ice-breaker...and my friends like me for that. Don't know how? but I can sense that when someone needs it.<br /><br />Especially when I see someone sad or not cheerful, like the shop keeper or people I come across...I make sure I see a smile on their face before I leave. Infact those are the moments when I realise the real me, sleeping in.<br /><br />That would make my day. Now don't ask me how cheerful I am :) I thought the frame with my wrist posture along with watch would go with the title...Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-76276848077404117132009-11-21T00:46:00.000-08:002009-11-21T01:26:53.405-08:00The Messengers...Birds have always been one of my favorite subjects...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoCNLPR8zuLMxfB4NboMZk1tDt2lv1G2KalEtEICr7T6uW_xuB2ETRYHq_TPCmHXhGu_LcgYIYKt2KGlSESdDy5-oe9r99Cy9XeoVzyqwbDrTUDEY37BM-M0fGwlU_5h2TN21P/s1600/Messengers.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406485208682581106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoCNLPR8zuLMxfB4NboMZk1tDt2lv1G2KalEtEICr7T6uW_xuB2ETRYHq_TPCmHXhGu_LcgYIYKt2KGlSESdDy5-oe9r99Cy9XeoVzyqwbDrTUDEY37BM-M0fGwlU_5h2TN21P/s320/Messengers.jpg" border="0" /></a> Lack of time and equipments always keep me at a distance from them. Fortunately the Snow Geese from Russia have migrated to Canada this time, more. I clicked this during my lunch hour on the way to office. Though the camera was not equipped with a larger zoom capacity, I waited for some group to fly closer. And this is a decent shot.<br /><div></div><br /><div>They all look like a messenger to me, especially the third one in the group - an angel carrying a message. Isn't it! </div><div></div><br /><div>I wish I could stop my perspectives...but you know, that's the last thing I would do.</div>Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-63959047019265999012009-10-29T21:34:00.000-07:002009-10-29T21:56:54.244-07:00Where the three meet...Illusions have fascinated me all the years...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAjeUD5myBHMT30D-Jxs3_AWQ93TfH469BMMvkzKVGFYjZb8IQLsLvJ1bwaC9xrDq6m9jA5sXkH7-ik94tTn2gK_DwltsbS6lCKBcD1d0NUwNYjKAYzNLWvGKHaI45kqKOjj9/s1600-h/Illusion....jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398250968685884002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAjeUD5myBHMT30D-Jxs3_AWQ93TfH469BMMvkzKVGFYjZb8IQLsLvJ1bwaC9xrDq6m9jA5sXkH7-ik94tTn2gK_DwltsbS6lCKBcD1d0NUwNYjKAYzNLWvGKHaI45kqKOjj9/s320/Illusion....jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>in the form of magicians,</div><div>in the form of art,</div><div>in the form of nature...</div><br /><div></div><div>Sometimes I see it and capture pictures intentionally...</div><div>Sometimes I observe them only after taking pictures...</div><br /><div></div><div>Sometimes I see images in objects lying on the ground...just that I can't take those pictures...while I would not venture out specifically to capture these, there are some of my collections. I might post them later. </div>Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-62930056079751027742009-10-21T19:07:00.000-07:002009-10-21T19:32:49.005-07:00Trying out a Tripod...My intention in this self-portrait, was to make it look like a snipers rifle...so had to wear this costume.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFS9o8P2oIQ9WH7L8mYjFT7asV91LoY1cow2OX-41hYV2ZAmFcOzrpiC0enpACxubuTuudkJLZzthGV0dkVeSBw7Y1Y-q-QrQJbnL-J0aB15_OMMtilkx4lfxXub74kJtS8yR/s1600-h/Tri-shot.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395242927578897666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFS9o8P2oIQ9WH7L8mYjFT7asV91LoY1cow2OX-41hYV2ZAmFcOzrpiC0enpACxubuTuudkJLZzthGV0dkVeSBw7Y1Y-q-QrQJbnL-J0aB15_OMMtilkx4lfxXub74kJtS8yR/s320/Tri-shot.jpg" border="0" /></a> Am glad some people did think that it was a rifle. For those in photography, would recognise this instantly.<br /><p>It's my tripod (to mount the camera). Its just that I have carried on the childs habit of shaping up things to its desire. When I bought this old tripod last month, I wanted to make it look like one. But since I travelled I could not. So I captured this 45 days after I fancied of coming up with this.</p><p></p><p>If you ask me what's special about this - I would say that am holding the tripod almost exactly parallel, even though its my left hand.</p><p></p><p>Don't let me know, if you were laughing at this. But my crush on the Snipers rifle would exist forever. </p>Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-31690022444353638772009-10-02T21:42:00.000-07:002009-10-10T22:02:29.080-07:00Walk by my side...Who will mind to have a look at their shadow, when he/she is right behind them!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZn-OzYpYmiRChTQ46UQMPxuBI3rc8fHbw6pI12ZgDRGAJDxCEIflObQ3LzTDs7ADxmc08FW-yR4Ci4z5UXbrosmJjCTzqov8Q8XhO20nDKdmbTmf9ri5NIDIs53L_7D1jXiz/s1600-h/4ever.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388230325476576290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZn-OzYpYmiRChTQ46UQMPxuBI3rc8fHbw6pI12ZgDRGAJDxCEIflObQ3LzTDs7ADxmc08FW-yR4Ci4z5UXbrosmJjCTzqov8Q8XhO20nDKdmbTmf9ri5NIDIs53L_7D1jXiz/s320/4ever.jpg" border="0" /></a>I was sitting at the gallery far away. But as I watched them walking across from the left...I came down and took my position quickly to capture them together. Frame says it all and I love pictures with such frames, that speak even without seeing the faces.<br /><br />I have all the while kept that thought away. Now am at a stage where its just practically impossible to neglect the fact that am into the time zone where, I have to wear a ring/ tie a knot/ say Khubool...but I also have the liberty to live my life, with just my shadow.<br /><br /><br />It's really a pain to see my friends families struggling to find a match for their son/ daughter. And here I am least bothered about it, but wondering what lies ahead of me. It's hard to say how lucky I would be, but I definitely know that she would be the luckiest.<br /><br />Can't help thinking like - Will I let my partner know my blogs existence...what sort of interest she would have...will she like photography...and so many...<br /><br />And am so keen to see to the movie 'Kites' looking at the trailer. Was impressed with the captions that is shown in the trailer:<br />In love -<br />there are no boundaries...<br />there are no rules...<br />there are no strings attached...<br />there are no languages...<br /><br />...did not realise that I had touched 201 posts! Wonder how many got bored...and never came back to visit!<br /><br />Was really glad when two of the well wishing friends from here bothered to check how I was, during my long absence. Am getting better...and back in Canada. But my usage of keys in laptop would be lesser than usual.Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-76440245214730705062009-09-13T06:38:00.000-07:002009-09-13T07:44:47.183-07:00The Mask...Is there a mask before all our faces...!<br /><br />I hold the mask given to me, a feet away. It does not let us, to be us. I just try to be myself, always.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCU1lucMkze8r9RAeT3-MFbCj31sz-G-sD_1aZ0DL7eq3wHNNIraYLZn1oHW-POqPb_M5ifDcZfn4b1VMXuqoFza1t7RxoXK0QLBNDlWtp5nVX70y0hYbQkohnFWVUWQFDMHQV/s1600-h/Masked.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380951101843468226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCU1lucMkze8r9RAeT3-MFbCj31sz-G-sD_1aZ0DL7eq3wHNNIraYLZn1oHW-POqPb_M5ifDcZfn4b1VMXuqoFza1t7RxoXK0QLBNDlWtp5nVX70y0hYbQkohnFWVUWQFDMHQV/s320/Masked.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />But it's true and my experience proves that people hardly like such characters. What's the point in faking! People always tend to forget that beneath the mask lies the treasure. Of course all treasures are found in containers with rust formed over the centuries. Well, only when people talk to me they like me, I explore myself more and that is one reason I like communicating. There have been many people who missed a chance of being part of my world, simply because they din't talk to me more. Fortunately, the more I explore myself - seems that a better side can be unearthed.<br /></p><p>I know that I would end up having only a few around my coffin on the D-day. But I would be in my eternal sleep knowing that I have been true to my heart & those around me would know it as well. </p><p>Though the title is from the movie, this picture has nothing to do with it. It is a random self-shot that I tried out in my Canada apartment. Was tough setting it up as there wasn't any room for placing my camera. As always, its fun doing it. </p><p>NOTE: Never ever look into bright light resources, not good for eyes. I was using a low power light and din't look into it.</p>Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27247901.post-84289441807385674642009-09-10T08:33:00.000-07:002009-09-10T08:47:37.421-07:00Victory Smiles........Miles - Something that always goes along with the journey<br />...Smiles - Those which are like the milestones in the journey of life<br /><br />Ever seen how victory smiles...<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjv3Srklf5w/SqkcjJ4U0AI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/IeOkwD_kVy4/s1600-h/Victory+Smiles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379862620143931394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjv3Srklf5w/SqkcjJ4U0AI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/IeOkwD_kVy4/s320/Victory+Smiles.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />These two came first and so I walked briskly to the finish line as my friend Chaitu had informed me. It is a custom to take the picture of the horse and jockey who came first along with the owner, in the race track. I have not seen anyone so closer who has just won a race. We often hear "he/ she is on top of the world...looking at him you can say "he was on top of his horse".<br /><br />Now coming back to my short absence from the blog...am on vacation and now in India. Landed here on the 7th & will be here in chennai till 27th September. You can mail me at <a href="mailto:sujay_sv@yahoo.com">sujay_sv@yahoo.com</a> and I would be glad to speak to those, who send their contact no's. Currently I'm being fried and roasted with lot of sweat in chennai. It was supposed to be a relatively cold month & since I have chosen this time, the rain Gods have gone on a strike. I have been running around for my visa stuff & 20'C difference in temperature has taken a toll on my system. </p><p> </p><p>But the few smiles that I wanted to see, makes the miles travelled priceless.<br /><br /></p>Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00962168278472512208noreply@blogger.com4