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a long break

This has been my longest ever break from the blog in the last 4 years.
Somewhere deep inside - I was coming to terms with a new found degree of "ME" as an INTROVERT.

People say that photographers are introverts cos' they prefer being behind the camera rather than in front of it. I wold have disagreed till now....

So what's all this got to do with my blog?
simple actually !!
i was bored of writing....
my photos were saying it all....
didn't think i needed another medium to convey my angst..
so i took a break.

And I'm back now!!
Nothing much has changed in life- we're still gong around the sun, though 2012 is drawing closer.
My work area has changed - handling South India now.
I have 2 ladies working under me who have changed the operating environment 
My wife still loves me. My boss who used to hate me - well he's changed... I mean - new boss!
My moustache has shortened and the waist has slimmed down.
A couple of more friends have gotten married. Two …

Raasta Roko!!

Raasta Roko!!, originally uploaded by recnamorcen_99. We will not work this Monday...
We shall not let ye work either...


... or is it gundaraj?

Outside class

Do it like this..., originally uploaded by recnamorcen_99. Not all my education came inside the hallowed walls of an educational institution!
The most important lessons were what I learned from life... in passing.
I saw these 2 boys as I passed by a certain shuttered shop on my travels. One demonstrating - the other watching and imbibing. I wonder if they paid as much attention to the teacher in the classroom. Did they listen to their parents remonstrations with the same interest level as they did to each other?

the important lessons are the ones you never plan for...
the ones you never thought as a lesson.

Stuck with a NOBEL

Sir Alfred Nobel... invented Dynamite!!
Quite an explosive it is.

Now they've gone and given the NOBEL PEACE prize to Mr. O.
My congratulations to him on this win..... he's under 50 and achieved what most spend their lifetimes dreaming about.

Certain thoughts come to mind as I draw an analogy between the current awardee and a high school bully. Many a teacher has made the bully the class monitor in the hope that he will now be forced to use his forceful measures for peaceful purposes. The logic is rock solid - but more often than not - the class discipline is torn to shreds. The bully uses the opportunity to ramrod his way ahead.

Young Calvin doesn't really stand a chance in Hades when his toy is stolen and smashed by Moe the class bully.
Now let's see what's in Store for Iran, Iraq, the Afghans..... and the rest of the world - that the man has been appreciated for his plans - but not delivered results....

Those are still sometime away.

Change is a comin...

There's a crazy lil feeling at the bottom of my stomach.
Something tells me that CHANGE is coming.
I mean change is life's BIG story - but nobody expects it when it happens.

This particular element of change has been playing in my head for a while now...
Its not about anyone element in my life.... it's like a whole lot of stuff that keeps flitting in and out and somehow i can't make up my bald mind.

On the work front - challenges are welcome. Idiots are not. Yet I spend a lot of my "productive" time figuring out ways of dealing with them. The work has to go on despite low-down idiots who make the world a more complex place to live in.

On the personal front - been doing a lot, traveling a bit , happily married , cut down on my boozing - but I need to do more... it's like saying i'm running against myself all the time - endeavoring to do things differently - to do them better - to be creative

On my Photography - I look back at what i used to shoot and c…

Anger management!!

The wrath of a woman scorned...

Hell hath no fury... so spoke a famous wise man. Many an Adam has learned not to mess with Eve ever since. Numerous examples abound in the mindspace that talk of what happens when you piss off the wrong woman (actually, any woman) - as a certain Mr.Bobbit would hate to recount.

My idea behind this post is not to scare men from the obvious end that comes about when you get caught doing the morally incorrect. My point is that there aren’t angry young men around today.... The women are doing all the “anger management”.

The only angry man that history seems to recount is Lord Shiva with his third eye. Closer to home - bollywood tales focus on Mr. Bacchan in the 70s. But there is a visible dearth of sensibly angry young men. Before that was Adolf Hitler and the Kaiser. Not quite the icons one would hope to follow. The angry male touted as a creature that resents authority and rules longing to wreak havoc on any and all, planning revenge for the wrongs done…

Baldys Birthday....

There once was a not me!!
some called him Gaand(hi), some called him Bapu...

He screwed this nation and our next door neighbors!!
All in the name of WORLD PEACE!!
..more like pieces.....

They named this practice... GANDUGIRI

Food Sampling....

Kolkata is a foodie's paradise... and it's not expensive either.
I've been hogging to the extent I risked an upset tummy!!

A few friends have already left sureptious comments on my facebook status updates stating that they weren't to happy about my methods of driving them green with envy using food as a medium.

Well everyone has had the mishti in Kolkata.
I sampled the other stuff..

The Rolls at BEDWIN in Golpark

The devilled crabs & beef Steaks at Mocambo - long waiting lines till the evening (for lunch)

The Chelo Kebabs at Peter Cat - especially mouthwatering

The Chingdi Maach (Prawns - Big Ones) at home
The Kosha Mangsho that was prepared in my honor
The churmur that mother got home (no pics of this one since ity disappeared pretty fast)
The Chinese Food at Fung Fa in Tangra!!
The Kolkata Paan ... with all the added condiments.

Still not done with the all that this city has to offer... I hope to be back for more... soon

Pandals & More

My target was 50 Puja Pandals in 5 days.... I barely passed at 22!!
Am sharing a few pics here with you.

More are available by clicking here

This one was from South America... transposed all the way across to Kolkata

Then there's this lookalike of a government building...

.. and this one which attempts to replicate a south Indian temple.

But my award goes to The Pandal at Mudiali made of Banana Leacves & stems...

Check out the next post for the Culinary tour of Kolkata!!

Plans for Kolkata

The Journey of a 1000 days begins with that first step.
This is a 5 day trip to Kolkata for the Durga Puja. Supriya is already there.... i’m just joining in the fun. My Ma (read M-I-L) doesn’t know I’m coming in tonight. This should be a nice lat night surprise as I touch down at 23:40!!

The Delhi traffic and a hectic day in the field have ensured that I boarded the flight ina state of extreme hunger and mood swings. The pretty face with a HUGE rock on her finger sitting next to me, toying with her Iphone provides some sense to the journey. But the fact that I’m typing this and shes sleeping are ample evidence that my charm is fading!!!

I’ve been planning this trip for the last 3 months... and armed with all the camera equipment that my bag could carry -I’ve set forth on a path of hopeful exploration in the City of Joy.
This post is being written on the flight - so obviously it’ll get posted in a bit. But here’re a few things I hope to achieve on this trip (my 3rd Durga Puja in Kolka…

Mirror Mirror...

Mirror Mirror on  the wall.... tell me what you see.
Who is the fairest one in all the land?

.... so maybe I ain't the fairest one.... but what stops me from having a high (not conceitedly high) opinion of mysef?
A certain approach that allows for PUBLIC OPINION. It makes for bouts of depression, frustration and a general low!

A friend of mine asked for a HAPPY POST.... and I'm trying... but the wind is blowing in spasms through the elephant grass and the trees are looking wistfully upon me. The body wants to shake a boogie woogie - the mind disapproves!
Darkness hath it's own virtues... it may not be utopian in nature... but allows for soul searching - something which is difficult to do in the HAPPIER DAYS.

Sometimes it's easier to define ourselves in terms of what we're not than what we are
Here's what I'm not.... at least not always...

always honestever the understanding onesecular to the corethe good sonthe empathetic bosshardest worker of the month, at work

A birthday to forget....

a rose with my name, originally uploaded by recnamorcen_99. yep this one at no.32 is to be erased from all official records...!!
sound like a groaner.. that I am not.

but the latest event has left me in a bit of a shell shocked state.
my new phone - the Nokia N97.... nice phone.. but it just didn't work for me.
it's now back with the original gift-giver (the wife). she likes it. in fact she'd been LUSTing for it ever since she saw it. Not providence has played a hand.

where does that leave me????
Back with the old Blackberry Bold ..... will have to start intoning, "if bold is old and old is gold, then why do i get this feeling that I've been rolled"


there is darkness... then i search for light
there is failure.... i try to succeed
there is loss, the quest for gain continues

But when i see her sitting there, my heart melts
Yet i do nothing, but click.

she hopes...
i hope too..

32 and counting

I'd intended to write this post a while back.
Flitting thoughts and not so providential circumstances have kept me off writing for a bit. I'm surprised at me too...

They say getting past 30 is getting past the top of the hill. It's all downhill thereafter.
I did my stock taking on that on a couple of suns ago. Somehow my personal thoughts on the issue differ. The best parts of life are yet to come.

Yes - school was a great experience, college was fun - and a slog up the corporate ladder was great learning.Now it's time to do something with all that accumulated talent and experience.
I'm not taking anything away from all those TOP ACHIEVERS who jumped levels and are close to the sun at this time.
However - Mango man that I am - my life's milestones are staring at me... still some distance away.
I intend to cut my cake and eat it too...
The world is yet to witness the true explosion. My current profession is in the field of healthcare - specifically - Diagnostics.…

Life is unforgiving....

It is my 32nd birthday today.
It is also a day that will haunt me forever.

I recently visited Ludhiana but couldn't meet my grandmother for paucity of time.
Today - she has passed away.

Life gives us many chances - and few lessons.
This is my lesson. The taint of guilt that I feel will never rub off...

I'm sitting in office - not knowing what to do or say.
Well wishers and friends greet me on my birthday and I cannot share a smile.

Hanging on!!

Hanging on!!, originally uploaded by recnamorcen_99. Been in bed these last 2 days...
Me hates fevers which bring about a sudden weakness.... more than anything else.
Is this what they call : Being under the weather!!

I will be travelling end of the week - visiting Varanasi / Allahabad / Lucknow for a whirlwind kinda tour.... then off to Amritsar & Ludhiana next week...

So I need my health to get back into shape.... to ensure that I don't go *poof* somewhere down the road..

Barely hanging on.. . for now!


Bathtime, originally uploaded by recnamorcen_99. ..always good to go in for a cleanup every now and then.
Turn over a new page once in a while and surprise yourself.... the others will get surprised anyways!!

It's interesting how one small change in the routine...
one small change in putting things across can make a world of a difference to a relationship...
... a few drops of water can wash away hitherto unseen specks of dirt and open up the mind to possibilities.... of life... love .. and growth.

In time....

remembering the good old days, originally uploaded by recnamorcen_99. The lines of experience aid understanding.
The withering of the outer shell is another story altogether.

At 31+ it seems pretty far fetched that the body will age and the mind ripen.
But those lines, like tributaries to a river, start meandering. The mind follows likewise.
The rains & cool winds bring forth a breather... but sometimes they come too late.
Then the wind only serves to blow away the remains of the day!
The rain washes away whatever remained!

The life of a leaf

The life of a leaf, originally uploaded by recnamorcen_99. Experience.. you just can't beat it!

Each line reflects the changing season... the coming of age ...
This experience is hard earned and not every leaf gets there.

The same with us... there're some things I have learned by experience. No school, college or classroom could have taught them in the same way.

Each interaction with you has shaped me.
We're not much different from leaves on a tree. Some hold on to that tree. Some fly away with the wind. Some are eaten away by worms and disease. The tree continues to grow...

Windows & Mirrors!

A photograph is meant to be one of the two. It can either show what's there or suggest what's within.
The window is descriptive - it's transparent , baring the soul to the watcher. The subject is selected for what it is and provides the information dictated as such.

The mirror seeks to transform the subject into a metaphor for the mind of the photographer. It is transformative in nature and clouds the mind with the intended thoughts. It's generally not so straightforward an interpretation as a window... this one makes you think.. it makes you imagine.

One mans mirror is another mans window - depends on how you look at it.
I want my photography to be a window to my soul reflecting the transformation within...

That Kamina Feeling!

a caper!!
That’ff what thif movie if all about - 24 hourff fftraight in the livefff of a fet of characterff.
Actually it’ff anything but ffraight! The lineff between black and white are fairly well blurred. The plot thickenff and thinff moving at breakneck ffpeed with ne’er a moment of refpite.

Some points that are worth a mention:
There are definite shades of Tarantino to the film, though I cannot for the life of me recollect any plot that resembles this one. They take a filmy cliche, turn it topsy turvy, add some mind-blowing music and serve it back to you.The primary track - dhan ta nan.... is something we’ve known since childhood.. and it adds fibre to this 140 minute thriller.The use of local languages and dialects is another factor that serves to entertain. It adds that flavor that we’d fail to capture otherwise. The songs are not out of placeThe film doesn’t drag - it ends when it has to.
Go watch it!!
C’mon you mufft watch Charlie go do hif thing :-)

Flashback time!!

Just got an email from a blast in the past!!
Then I simply had to call her!!
An old flame that burnt out and burnt me in the process (Me wasn't smart enough to apply boroline then).

Now a mother of 2 and wife as well!!
Ha - I just wonder how fast this wheel of time turns!!!

Called up wifey and told her abt it. She shrugged it off with nonchalance asking only if the person in question wanted to marry me. I replied in the negative and so there the story ended.... Me was hoping for more!!!

I hope she didn't call cos' it was RAKSHABANDHAN!!!!

Excerpts from a trip

There are always things one remembers after an adventure.
I haven't taken a solo holiday in what must be ages... I stopped wanting / needing to go out on a trip by myself!!

But here I am - back from Hyderabad.. on a part working / part holiday kind of trip. The fact that I spent some time with 2 close friends - Johnny & Ash(a) helped a great deal.
The company was great ,  the food was amazing, the history  was enlightening... all in all a trip to remember & cherish!!

Here are some moments...
With Johnny under the arches at the Charminar - indeed very lucky to get upstairs!

The Bored and the Desperate aka BAD

Asha & I at the Golconda fort - before the long walk up!

dance lets the hair down... unless that is.. you are bald like me

Salsa ignition!!

Selecting Bangles for the Missus and the Momma!

The 4 minarets... easy to recognize!!

Home sweet home - here I come!


The reality debate!!

Watched the news hour debate on TIMES NOW and there was but one thought that came to mind here.
WHY, this controversy?

Can't we take things in the spirit of the game?
We watch rudeness on ROADIES.
We ooh and aah at  INSECT EATING on that jungle show.
We revel in this muck (so called).

I watch the SOAPs as well as the SACH KA SAAMA serial with my wife.
The one thing that comes to mind is the hyprocrisy on the SOAPs... and at least a semblance of sanity on this show.

We are mature individuals and if it was just hoopla then the buzz would fade.
Here, we understand that those participants are human - they have also gone though a fair amount of crap in their lives. If they're willing to talk about it - then so be it. Nobody is forcing anyone to watch the show.

And hey - tune in to FTV at 10:30 PM - they show MIDNIGHT HOT! That however, is not deemed provocative. Channels show a woman being molested in public in the streets of Patna - that is not offensive.

Why single out anyone - j…

Dance with the devil!

I thought this would be a good way to represent the eternal struggle between Good & Evil. We've said for too long that Good is white and Evil is Black. Thought I'd change the equation somewhat!!
Red represents blood - all lifeforce within it.
The tendrils of red - the human body - ME!
I strain to overcome the blackness...!!
I wonder if I shall succeed.
The black represents the bleakness - at the corners of my imagination
My rhythm sets in motion events that connect me with this bleakness from time to time. I need to feel that filth to comprehend the value of life.
All the sins on one side and life on the other. There are times I let go. I descend into morass that the mind revels in. This gathering of evil (as propounded by religion) is warm and inviting. It's solace for all those times when I'm alone and angry. I become hate, lust envies me, sloth is wary and I feel satiated by planning destruction and desolation!!

Those are the times I can dance with the devil... …

sunshine in my mind...

One minute you're flying....
The next you're a crashed out wrcek in no-mans land. No burials ... you rot and the world leers.
No ifs, buts, whys, wherefores.... but the brutal landing (inside the mind) makes me  see sets of alternate universe.

I see a reality which remains unchanged from it's inertia of sleep-eat-work-play.
I see alternates where one little twist in the tale brings forth a life of happiness or sadness. It makes me wonder what would happen if....
One part of me realizes that I will accept my bitter medicine without showing it on the face. The other part of me wants to give it back in equal measure. Then I wonder what would happen if things were always tit for tat.... naah I don't think that would work here.

The wandering mind brings up stories and futures akin to a bollywood potboiler. It's my way of considering options and I feel that in the event of an untoward happenstance I would be able to bear it better. The hairs on my body tingle with a fear…

The first Prick... is not as bad as the last!

Needles hurt!!
Tattooing causes pain!!
Being a man does not lessen that.
It's tougher since you're expected to grain and bear it.
I lost my "virginity" in the words of the gentleman at FUNKY MONKY when I got my first tattoo....
The first prick was the scariest - but kinda like an anticlimax!
It didn't hurt as much as the last one.
What started out as a bee sting grew to a gnawing pain at the end of 90 minutes on the chair.
All I wanted was it for it to end. I almost stopped him a couple of times when he filled in color, rubbing that needle into my arms evoking a bloody response.
It looks worthwhile after the effort and the expense... but believe you me... it was stubbornness that kept me going!!!
Sharing a tattoo with Ruchi...
My version of James Bond ... with Sups and the nomad!

Raindrops and roses...

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
So guys don't like roses too often - we still love the rain.
The pitter-patter of the drops beating down my bald head as I stand on the terrace, running like rivulets atop the face. The spectacles are off and I heave a sigh of relief as the heat dissipates. Getting a soaking from the creator beats taking a shower anyday. I look at the concrete cages around me and the people trying to break free for those few drops of manna.
I stand free...

a long train tour

The last 4 days have seen some hectic activity on my part.
First there was Kanpur... then Gorakhpur...followed by Varanasi. I'm back now!!

In the looked like a tough task
4th early morning train to Kanpur... followed by loads of work....
5th working SUNDAY... then the overnight train to Gorakhpur
6th manic monday in the GKP heat followed by the late night train to Varanasi.
7th rain drenched, mud filled working in Varanasi and an evening train home to Delhi.

I was lucky enough to do a bit of religious sight seeing amidst my schedule - the GORAKHNATH MANDIR in GKP and the KASHI VISHWANATH MANDIR in VAR.
Arjun on the banks of the Ganges The holy Ghats
The traveling was hectic, no doubt. But then it's also something I like to do. I did my photographs from inside the train too. Got a lot of pics from the Indian heartland and thanks to some good lenses was able to do some quick zoom work. Stuff that would have been difficult to do otherwise.

The night train

Traveling by the Chouri ChourA express from Kanpur to Gorakhpur. Lying
covered on the top berth listening to Dev D and his quest to find
Saali KhushiI see the couple opposite and he's in love with her. She's giving me
the look and I amused Supriya with the possibilities as she bade me
good night. It's 10:09 and we've crossed Allahabad. Outlook money is
the only magazine that Govind could find on the platform and I leave
him to read it.
Dev D has transitioned to Vivaldis four seasons and spring is here.
There's that odd feeling when i'm feeling lonesome - I miss the missus
and I feel like a long talk. So talk to the blog I shall.
I've undertaken many a train journey. However this will be the first
time that I'll be traveling on four consecutive days in four different
trains. Delhi to Kanpur to Gorakhpur to Varanasi to Delhi. But I
remember one particular trip from Delhi to Pune in the first yeAr of
my MBA. It made for excellent conversation betwe…

One Picture - many stories!

Isn't that always the case... as I flashback to school..... where the English teacher gave a photograph and students were expected to write a composition / essay on the same. It's been a while since I did that. But it's never too late to start. If you've something interesting to say/add to the Picture that I write on, please do so in the comments section.
It should be interesting - comparing thoughts on a scene.
"We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done."
HW Longfellow

GREENIE: Looks like I ate too much last night
ITOLDUSO : Nope I don't think you ate too much. You just ate wrong. That chicken biryaani was more like Crow 'n'rice.
SCRATCHY: Will you guys stop moaning about food.I couldn't get it on last night. She just slapped me and went off with the security guard.
ITOLDUSO :  Ok. So do you want ENO for that tummy?
GREENIE: No. Then I'll have to go.. and the loo costs a buck to…

Guts and Brains

Ever so rarely one comes across a well thought out experiment that begs you to think
Ok - So it also made me want to write!
This is the age old fight between the left brain and the right brain, between Spocks Logic and Kirks gut feeling.  It's been raging for time immemorial and no clear winners have emerged. It also depends on what you're looking for.

Are you looking for the "RIGHT" thing?
Are you looking to find what fits "BEST"?
Both tracks move down seemingly parallell lines... but they never meet.

It was much easier as a child when experience didn't cloud the GUT or BRAIN. It was so much simpler to go the RIGHT way or be wary of mommy when you knew that some mischief was at hand.

We constantly tell ourselves that wrong is right and then one day the lines get blurred to the extent that our GUTS guide us wrong.

But inside of me I believe.. I know what is RIGHT and WHAT'S NOT. There's always something around to motivate me to take a middle pat…


What's your value?
No - I'm not talking in terms of money. That's the easiest one to assess. I'm talking intangible stuff.... the kind that us difficult to measure with basic metrics... but the value that you crave for.

What's our value to those around you?
To your family, friends, colleagues and those you interact with on a regular basis.

Does your word count for anything at all?

Does it sound like they hear you or they listen to you?

Do they care enough to listen to you?

Are your intentions always suspect?

Are you always compared with successful people and it's no wonder they always come out ahead?

Can you do anything right(AT all)?

Is everything your fault or can blame be shared with god and nature?

ARE you loved?
... or even feel like you're being loved.

The first question was the subject of this exercise. The following eight were more specific. I don't have to put down a guide here for analyzing the quiz. If you read the pos completely and it made s…


Human nature, like the english language is driven by the Four emotions - assertive, interrogative, imperative & exclamatory.

Humpty dumpty sat on a wall. - Assertive
Girl married Boy. - More assertive
He had the best time of his life. - Exclamatory
Ohh! This was not the end of it. - Exclamatory
What happened thereafter? - Interrogative
Be quiet. -Imperative
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. - Assertive (well not really... )

.... you know the rest of that story

Life requires us to interact with fellow humans, canines, bovines and the like.
It’s important that our actions akin to sentences have a well defined Subject and a Predicate.

The earth revolves around the sun..... (don’t you wonder what’s the subject and what’s the predicate)
We should profit by experience.  (... another trick question)
Edison invented the phonograph. (so we’re sure that Edison is definitely not the SUBJECT)
But sometime lines get blurred and we’re not quite sure what come first - the subject or the    predica…