relink

Another one-
http://fontpark.morisawa.co.jp/permalink?id=nlo1x3dkhmt75vh
Met my classmates from school at the reunion- some since we were 5. Vikas Nath, do let us know when you attain knighthood or something like that. Missed Puneet and Arvind this time.
Swapped movies with Emil yesterday. I got a few animation movies from him - Renaissance should be an interesting watch.
Way to go Vikas Arya. Lage raho!

Am I human anymore and do I feel anything at all? Yes, the sight of dead dogs makes me sad. Something needs to be done about that- like the animal behind the wheel should be breaking and honking for those poor things when they drift on the road sniffing for food. And quit using high beam please; since it blinds your other co-animals behind the wheel on the opposite side.

Do catch Madagascar 2. The penguins are total killers. Reminds me of art school days when we saw resemblence in certain human behaviour to specific animals. For examples some of us are hyenas- waiting to feed off what has happended, or cows- just languishing around and chewing the cud. But I wish we were all meerkats. We could learn so much from them- especially in today's environment.
I'm a buffalo. No doubt about that.

relink

Another one-
http://fontpark.morisawa.co.jp/permalink?id=nlo1x3dkhmt75vh
Met my classmates from school at the reunion- some since we were 5. Vikas Nath, do let us know when you attain knighthood or something like that. Missed Puneet and Arvind this time.
Swapped movies with Emil yesterday. I got a few animation movies from him - Renaissance should be an interesting watch.
Way to go Vikas Arya. Lage raho!

Am I human anymore and do I feel anything at all? Yes, the sight of dead dogs makes me sad. Something needs to be done about that- like the animal behind the wheel should be breaking and honking for those poor things when they drift on the road sniffing for food. And quit using high beam please; since it blinds your other co-animals behind the wheel on the opposite side.

Do catch Madagascar 2. The penguins are total killers. Reminds me of art school days when we saw resemblence in certain human behaviour to specific animals. For examples some of us are hyenas- waiting to feed off what has happended, or cows- just languishing around and chewing the cud. But I wish we were all meerkats. We could learn so much from them- especially in today's environment.
I'm a buffalo. No doubt about that.

scratchobilitonsia

Find of the week-
http://fontpark.morisawa.co.jp/permalink?id=sr9l6qk5lrzxwn9
http://fontpark.morisawa.co.jp/permalink?id=76ctvdemit12301
You have to make drawings with the given characters. 'smoking ideas' and 'ode to the joker' were mine. go take a shot yourself.

Other random thoughts of the week. Only efficient systems will survive now; be it cars or whatever. Maruti Astar's fuel eff is an official figure of 19+ kpl. If you dont see too many of them right now, its only because buying a car in december ages the car by a year on paper compared to buying in Jan. So this car is a winner in coming years. Honda's new city is another winner- 16kpl and belts out 118hp! All systems indulging in excesses will be looking into the deep end of the gorge.

scratchobilitonsia

Find of the week-
http://fontpark.morisawa.co.jp/permalink?id=sr9l6qk5lrzxwn9
http://fontpark.morisawa.co.jp/permalink?id=76ctvdemit12301
You have to make drawings with the given characters. 'smoking ideas' and 'ode to the joker' were mine. go take a shot yourself.

Other random thoughts of the week. Only efficient systems will survive now; be it cars or whatever. Maruti Astar's fuel eff is an official figure of 19+ kpl. If you dont see too many of them right now, its only because buying a car in december ages the car by a year on paper compared to buying in Jan. So this car is a winner in coming years. Honda's new city is another winner- 16kpl and belts out 118hp! All systems indulging in excesses will be looking into the deep end of the gorge.

Foodovich Glutosky

Here's why cooking makes a man a better man. Food is organic substance. Now you mix all this up (appropriately) on a controlled flame for a specific duration and what emerges is this... this work of art (at times) which doesn't take any sophistication to appreciate. this act of being able to convert this raw material; putting it through a process over a catalyst (flame), till it simmers, fries, roasts, boils and cooks and emerges, transforms, blossoms, evolves into something edible, enjoyable, energising, gives one the understanding of what it takes to add and understand the fuel of life.
Why food? well, its organic and makes it all the more interesting to understand; not a machine, process or a program that was man-made anyways so you grab a manual and figure things out in a minute. Its the same reason why raising children is considered more challenging than managing colleagues at work or mastering watercolors is more difficult than learning photoshop or taming a horse more daunting than getting the hang of a motorbike.

So come on now... put on that apron, and light up that flame.

Foodovich Glutosky

Here's why cooking makes a man a better man. Food is organic substance. Now you mix all this up (appropriately) on a controlled flame for a specific duration and what emerges is this... this work of art (at times) which doesn't take any sophistication to appreciate. this act of being able to convert this raw material; putting it through a process over a catalyst (flame), till it simmers, fries, roasts, boils and cooks and emerges, transforms, blossoms, evolves into something edible, enjoyable, energising, gives one the understanding of what it takes to add and understand the fuel of life.
Why food? well, its organic and makes it all the more interesting to understand; not a machine, process or a program that was man-made anyways so you grab a manual and figure things out in a minute. Its the same reason why raising children is considered more challenging than managing colleagues at work or mastering watercolors is more difficult than learning photoshop or taming a horse more daunting than getting the hang of a motorbike.

So come on now... put on that apron, and light up that flame.

life in technicolor

I see hope only in music now. If there is a harbinger of hope, a whisper at the end of this rat infested, mucky, fucked up tunnel, this is it; if it can bring any relief to my f**ked up state of mind and the larger clusterf**k we live in and irrelevant priorities.

http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=uJ4QBrh_nR0&feature=related

Do watch 'The day the earth stood still'. It's what should happen now- give up to an authority that can handle things better, if we are so hell bent on screwing things up- or just not able to work towards environment sustainability in an effective way.

My movies list since jan 08- http://flickbuddy.blogspot.com/
Target was 100 through the year. Don't think I'll make it!

life in technicolor

I see hope only in music now. If there is a harbinger of hope, a whisper at the end of this rat infested, mucky, fucked up tunnel, this is it; if it can bring any relief to my f**ked up state of mind and the larger clusterf**k we live in and irrelevant priorities.

http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=uJ4QBrh_nR0&feature=related

Do watch 'The day the earth stood still'. It's what should happen now- give up to an authority that can handle things better, if we are so hell bent on screwing things up- or just not able to work towards environment sustainability in an effective way.

My movies list since jan 08- http://flickbuddy.blogspot.com/
Target was 100 through the year. Don't think I'll make it!

man in the mirror

We blame politicians and journalists for their behaviour when a catastrophe lands on us. But are they the only ones at fault? The fault is ours - collectively. Where is the sense of ownership for our country? Here's an example that doesn't need much searching or verification- we don't bother to keep our streets clean. Look at the street carefully next time. Is it clean? Do you see pieces of paper, plastic, cigarette butts or thrown gutka pouches? If so, then the garbage is being created by us- regular office-goers and janta. This is just the tip of the iceberg (garbage pile?) of the mess we create on a daily basis. When you step out on the street and see this mess with everyone else, no one wants to call it our own, and in time, start disowning it. Then, we start milking the place like leeches for our own disoriented, bland, blurry, f**ked up existence.

We are no different from anybody else. So next time you blame a politician or a news channel for anything, or come up with any smart-ass ideas on what should be done, do reflect on your own behaviour and ask yourself this simple question-

What good have I done lately and who the F**K am I really to point a finger at anyone?

And just in case you are wondering, no I don't have a close loved one in politics or journalism. So F**K YOU and keep your f**ked up holier-than-f**king-thou persona and lofty ideals to your own f**king self, f**khead.

Ok, this is the least you can do. Next time security in your building takes more time to check your car, stop blasting him off and co-operate. And thank him when he's done. It's keeping you safe. And please keep your waste to yourself and dispose it properly, you f**king parasite.

man in the mirror

We blame politicians and journalists for their behaviour when a catastrophe lands on us. But are they the only ones at fault? The fault is ours - collectively. Where is the sense of ownership for our country? Here's an example that doesn't need much searching or verification- we don't bother to keep our streets clean. Look at the street carefully next time. Is it clean? Do you see pieces of paper, plastic, cigarette butts or thrown gutka pouches? If so, then the garbage is being created by us- regular office-goers and janta. This is just the tip of the iceberg (garbage pile?) of the mess we create on a daily basis. When you step out on the street and see this mess with everyone else, no one wants to call it our own, and in time, start disowning it. Then, we start milking the place like leeches for our own disoriented, bland, blurry, f**ked up existence.

We are no different from anybody else. So next time you blame a politician or a news channel for anything, or come up with any smart-ass ideas on what should be done, do reflect on your own behaviour and ask yourself this simple question-

What good have I done lately and who the F**K am I really to point a finger at anyone?

And just in case you are wondering, no I don't have a close loved one in politics or journalism. So F**K YOU and keep your f**ked up holier-than-f**king-thou persona and lofty ideals to your own f**king self, f**khead.

Ok, this is the least you can do. Next time security in your building takes more time to check your car, stop blasting him off and co-operate. And thank him when he's done. It's keeping you safe. And please keep your waste to yourself and dispose it properly, you f**king parasite.

love love love

The loss is irreplaceable and damage deep. We could get back to our lives like it did not happen. But it DID. This will change us. We will now morph into another kind of people. Or animal. You will know you are changing when you go into limbo for a while; contemplating. You tend to stare at nothing in particular, restrict your movements and restrain from expressing freely. You may see futility in a whole lot of things and feel despondent over more. Of course, you will get back to life. But not the same way as you did in those wonder years. That era is gone and that paradise lost. Don't like it? Well, we did this to ourselves. So what's the way out of this orbit? There is no way. It will only intensify. There is a better way to take things ahead.

Love all you can. Nothing else is worth it.

love love love

The loss is irreplaceable and damage deep. We could get back to our lives like it did not happen. But it DID. This will change us. We will now morph into another kind of people. Or animal. You will know you are changing when you go into limbo for a while; contemplating. You tend to stare at nothing in particular, restrict your movements and restrain from expressing freely. You may see futility in a whole lot of things and feel despondent over more. Of course, you will get back to life. But not the same way as you did in those wonder years. That era is gone and that paradise lost. Don't like it? Well, we did this to ourselves. So what's the way out of this orbit? There is no way. It will only intensify. There is a better way to take things ahead.

Love all you can. Nothing else is worth it.

of plants and worms

When worm eat plant, insecticide sprayed to save plant.
Nobody remember worm.

- Ancient proverb
(cooked up around a few hours back)

of plants and worms

When worm eat plant, insecticide sprayed to save plant.
Nobody remember worm.

- Ancient proverb
(cooked up around a few hours back)

venus vents

venus vents

crossing sides

Have long thought of a comic strip- with a female protagonist. The challenge here is, can I think like a woman? Although I am far from the deep, sensitive types, I think sometimes I know what goes on in a female mind; but I'll never really know- since I cannot experience the female physiological experiences that entwine with the female mind and concoct that vicious cocktail which is still a mystery to date- and the menfolk never see it coming- getting socked, hit, clobbered, intoxicated, run-over, knocked out, ambushed, blown away, smitherened, bazooka-ed, fire-in-the-holed, every time, and the recipe will always be as abstract and inexact as an unpredictable response from a woman when you expect her to react after a certain self-approved, so-called knight-in-shining-armor act.

This I take on myself. To know what I never will in its true sense. Nevertheless, I shall try. My next post will be the first of the strips.

crossing sides

Have long thought of a comic strip- with a female protagonist. The challenge here is, can I think like a woman? Although I am far from the deep, sensitive types, I think sometimes I know what goes on in a female mind; but I'll never really know- since I cannot experience the female physiological experiences that entwine with the female mind and concoct that vicious cocktail which is still a mystery to date- and the menfolk never see it coming- getting socked, hit, clobbered, intoxicated, run-over, knocked out, ambushed, blown away, smitherened, bazooka-ed, fire-in-the-holed, every time, and the recipe will always be as abstract and inexact as an unpredictable response from a woman when you expect her to react after a certain self-approved, so-called knight-in-shining-armor act.

This I take on myself. To know what I never will in its true sense. Nevertheless, I shall try. My next post will be the first of the strips.

lights out, roll it

This movie watching spree is out of control now. LAst week, I had seen every flick that was playing in a multiplex nearby. I ask myself- what good is this? Are there any learnings from this insatiable appetite for the celluloid? Do I take back more than I had before I lost more of that hard-earned money to that eager ticketeer waiting for another lost soul looking for solace in a dimmed out room? Am I any more cerebral today? I just feel sometimes, I can do this. GRab a handy cam, film something. Edit it a bit. Replay that, add something to it. It can be about- people watching people, different locations invoking different behaviour from the same people, or maybe, nothing at all.

The act of capturing people on camera is basically vouyeristic. The difference is, an actor gets a certain head rush in imparting that pleasure to you. The cameraman is a custodian of that sensation and the viewer is the hungry, salivating wolf- waiting to catch the lamb off-guard. Its a sticky web. You keep going back to the lair waiting to catch that lamb. Before you know it, you are not the predator, but more likely the prey.

Now here's one hell of an articulate person.

lights out, roll it

This movie watching spree is out of control now. LAst week, I had seen every flick that was playing in a multiplex nearby. I ask myself- what good is this? Are there any learnings from this insatiable appetite for the celluloid? Do I take back more than I had before I lost more of that hard-earned money to that eager ticketeer waiting for another lost soul looking for solace in a dimmed out room? Am I any more cerebral today? I just feel sometimes, I can do this. GRab a handy cam, film something. Edit it a bit. Replay that, add something to it. It can be about- people watching people, different locations invoking different behaviour from the same people, or maybe, nothing at all.

The act of capturing people on camera is basically vouyeristic. The difference is, an actor gets a certain head rush in imparting that pleasure to you. The cameraman is a custodian of that sensation and the viewer is the hungry, salivating wolf- waiting to catch the lamb off-guard. Its a sticky web. You keep going back to the lair waiting to catch that lamb. Before you know it, you are not the predator, but more likely the prey.

Now here's one hell of an articulate person.

of mars and venus, and other stuff between us

Its funny how perception of an act changes with gender. Here's what I notice- in fidelity- when a woman cheats, its her prerogative, her freedom to choose who she wants to be with and not, it's liberty. When a man cheats, he's beinga bastard and a two-faced creep!
Gluttony- when a man hogs, he 'needs those calories'. When a woman over-eats, she's 'pigging it out'- unless she's pregnant.
Work- when a man is engrossed in his work, he's busy and focused. When a woman works alone, she's 'clearly not a team player'. When a man is on leave, he's 'got stuff to handle'. When a woman is on leave, she's 'looking out'. More when I notice things...

Other meanderings through the week- check out Fashion. Good flick- well made stuff I think. Priyanka Chopra was ok but Mugdha Godse was so...so..oh-my-god-someone-bang-my-head-on-the-steps-of-her-house-till-she-walks-out-and-takes-me-in-and-caresses-my-wounds-so-I-can-die-in-her-lap. She was great.
Other movies are not so happening. Roadside Romeo was ok. Its a great effort from homeland but we just cannot run away from the same tadka we put in our khaana and our movies right? C'mon guys stop beating to pulp the same dog and bone show over and over again. Please... we see the same idea in our regular stuff- jeeez grow up guys... 3d doesnt necessarily add dimension to your story. But I have nice things to say as well. Charlie Anna's character I liked. I just hope you havent copied from somewhere. Now that will break my heart and make me go howl at the moon. Ok too many puns... enough.

This is a couple of years too late, but nevertheless, found this song by Jason Mraz.

of mars and venus, and other stuff between us

Its funny how perception of an act changes with gender. Here's what I notice- in fidelity- when a woman cheats, its her prerogative, her freedom to choose who she wants to be with and not, it's liberty. When a man cheats, he's beinga bastard and a two-faced creep!
Gluttony- when a man hogs, he 'needs those calories'. When a woman over-eats, she's 'pigging it out'- unless she's pregnant.
Work- when a man is engrossed in his work, he's busy and focused. When a woman works alone, she's 'clearly not a team player'. When a man is on leave, he's 'got stuff to handle'. When a woman is on leave, she's 'looking out'. More when I notice things...

Other meanderings through the week- check out Fashion. Good flick- well made stuff I think. Priyanka Chopra was ok but Mugdha Godse was so...so..oh-my-god-someone-bang-my-head-on-the-steps-of-her-house-till-she-walks-out-and-takes-me-in-and-caresses-my-wounds-so-I-can-die-in-her-lap. She was great.
Other movies are not so happening. Roadside Romeo was ok. Its a great effort from homeland but we just cannot run away from the same tadka we put in our khaana and our movies right? C'mon guys stop beating to pulp the same dog and bone show over and over again. Please... we see the same idea in our regular stuff- jeeez grow up guys... 3d doesnt necessarily add dimension to your story. But I have nice things to say as well. Charlie Anna's character I liked. I just hope you havent copied from somewhere. Now that will break my heart and make me go howl at the moon. Ok too many puns... enough.

This is a couple of years too late, but nevertheless, found this song by Jason Mraz.

sustainable design

was at the two-day design conclave in Mumbai organised by FICCI where designers- mostly product and industrial, thrashed out ideas and thoughts on infusing design at strategy levels of organizations and how design can be a more organised catalyst for economic growth. By far, the most influential speaker, and I felt the most relevant, was the last- professor Anil Laul, of Anangpur Building Centre. Very outspoken and clearly anti-establishment, or should I say anti-stupidity, his main irritant was by far a stuck-up bureaucracy and largely- lack of basic common sense and sustainable methods in design applied to our environment. An unthinking, indifferent babudom can kill simple ideas that could have lead to more efficient living environments. Looking at the rate at which our infrastructure sector is growing, his thinking must find acceptance at planning levels, and I tell you he knows his business. Since he's an architect, he spoke of construction. This thinking needs to applied to more domains.
Now as a visual communications designer, what do I take back from it? In my case, more initiative needs to be taken at design and concept levels, in materials used to lessen the impact on the environment and resources- be it use of more recycled paper(which is expensive right now) lesser use of dark backgrounds, doing away with unnecessary lamination on covers and special colors. All these elements require additional use of chemicals and processes that spew out toxic wastes. What we need to sort out is, are these special effects doing anything more for our communication? If not, abstain. Keep the design clean. In terms of readability, nothing works like black text on a white background. More effort needs to be put into working on the written word and how design elements can bring that forth. This is the way to make design functional. Furthermore, do we really need to print all invitations? Already sms and email invites are more effective than the junk that comes in my snail mail- which I end up trashing without reading. Email a low-resolution pdf of the invite with an sms. It will surely reach the recipient quicker than the post. This is what FICCI did for the conclave, and the filled-out registration form from our side was a pdf as well.
We need to be more conscious designers- for the sake of our happiness in what we do. Smaller egos and larger visions is the way to go, not small visions and larger egos. Effective design solutions do not cost, they pay.

sustainable design

was at the two-day design conclave in Mumbai organised by FICCI where designers- mostly product and industrial, thrashed out ideas and thoughts on infusing design at strategy levels of organizations and how design can be a more organised catalyst for economic growth. By far, the most influential speaker, and I felt the most relevant, was the last- professor Anil Laul, of Anangpur Building Centre. Very outspoken and clearly anti-establishment, or should I say anti-stupidity, his main irritant was by far a stuck-up bureaucracy and largely- lack of basic common sense and sustainable methods in design applied to our environment. An unthinking, indifferent babudom can kill simple ideas that could have lead to more efficient living environments. Looking at the rate at which our infrastructure sector is growing, his thinking must find acceptance at planning levels, and I tell you he knows his business. Since he's an architect, he spoke of construction. This thinking needs to applied to more domains.
Now as a visual communications designer, what do I take back from it? In my case, more initiative needs to be taken at design and concept levels, in materials used to lessen the impact on the environment and resources- be it use of more recycled paper(which is expensive right now) lesser use of dark backgrounds, doing away with unnecessary lamination on covers and special colors. All these elements require additional use of chemicals and processes that spew out toxic wastes. What we need to sort out is, are these special effects doing anything more for our communication? If not, abstain. Keep the design clean. In terms of readability, nothing works like black text on a white background. More effort needs to be put into working on the written word and how design elements can bring that forth. This is the way to make design functional. Furthermore, do we really need to print all invitations? Already sms and email invites are more effective than the junk that comes in my snail mail- which I end up trashing without reading. Email a low-resolution pdf of the invite with an sms. It will surely reach the recipient quicker than the post. This is what FICCI did for the conclave, and the filled-out registration form from our side was a pdf as well.
We need to be more conscious designers- for the sake of our happiness in what we do. Smaller egos and larger visions is the way to go, not small visions and larger egos. Effective design solutions do not cost, they pay.

Empty fridge

Here's what bothers me. A third of the world's poverty is in this country and we rank infamously high on the global corruption list. This pisses me off. What ticks me off even more is that I cannot do much sitting around here- like an armchair warrior blabbering away or a straitjacketed patient with anti-establishment issues. Giving money to these relief funds may or may not solve anything- we know where a good chunk of that money goes (actually we don't). So here goes an internal imploding revolution.
I refuse to indulge in frivolous vagaries I don't need. How much property do we need? Or how big does my car really have to be? I decline unnecessary whims. I choose to declutter because today I am in a position to and I refuse to be a bastard on resources. I refuse to get fat and consume more than I need. I am in the midst of a people who are still scrambling for shelter and food. I am a ten year old beside Kosi and can see an army chopper over my head dropping food for me to snatch and steal. I am not proud today. I may not be able to do much about this but here's what I can and will. I refuse to consume more than I really need. I will not stuff my stupid fridge. I never did anyways. I am not a demon and will not turn into one. I am a hermit and I will walk alone on this if need be because I am sick and tired of eating away like slobbering para-f * * * ing-site into resources just because I can afford to. I hate this shit. Faaaaaaaa...

Empty fridge

Here's what bothers me. A third of the world's poverty is in this country and we rank infamously high on the global corruption list. This pisses me off. What ticks me off even more is that I cannot do much sitting around here- like an armchair warrior blabbering away or a straitjacketed patient with anti-establishment issues. Giving money to these relief funds may or may not solve anything- we know where a good chunk of that money goes (actually we don't). So here goes an internal imploding revolution.
I refuse to indulge in frivolous vagaries I don't need. How much property do we need? Or how big does my car really have to be? I decline unnecessary whims. I choose to declutter because today I am in a position to and I refuse to be a bastard on resources. I refuse to get fat and consume more than I need. I am in the midst of a people who are still scrambling for shelter and food. I am a ten year old beside Kosi and can see an army chopper over my head dropping food for me to snatch and steal. I am not proud today. I may not be able to do much about this but here's what I can and will. I refuse to consume more than I really need. I will not stuff my stupid fridge. I never did anyways. I am not a demon and will not turn into one. I am a hermit and I will walk alone on this if need be because I am sick and tired of eating away like slobbering para-f * * * ing-site into resources just because I can afford to. I hate this shit. Faaaaaaaa...

Khali estate, Binsar

Four do-nothing days at Khali estate in Binsar is all we asked for. And it was bliss at its best. The three of us were the only ones at the resort, and off-season travelling is surely my forte now. All our past trips into the hills have been through the rain and clouds! With Anand Hirvey and Ani Gupta, I eat sleep and talk movies all day amidst pure mountain air, and food and tea served at regular intervals. Ani introduced me to a movie, now my all-time favorite, aptly titled- Waking Life.
We took the night train to Kathgodam and reach there early on Sunday morning, packed ourselves into an Alto and took off for Khali estate. Landslides had taken the road in places and we were left wondering if we would get up there at all. Of course we reached up there! A very hospitable staff and just one other group there made the stay very enjoyable- not that we did anything there. Eat sleep laze around and draw a bit. The morning cleared up just once and we got to see the Himalayan range- a rare sighting in this weather. Nuf said- pics now!

More pics from Ani's collection-
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ani/sets/72157606886751688/

Khali estate, Binsar

Four do-nothing days at Khali estate in Binsar is all we asked for. And it was bliss at its best. The three of us were the only ones at the resort, and off-season travelling is surely my forte now. All our past trips into the hills have been through the rain and clouds! With Anand Hirvey and Ani Gupta, I eat sleep and talk movies all day amidst pure mountain air, and food and tea served at regular intervals. Ani introduced me to a movie, now my all-time favorite, aptly titled- Waking Life.
We took the night train to Kathgodam and reach there early on Sunday morning, packed ourselves into an Alto and took off for Khali estate. Landslides had taken the road in places and we were left wondering if we would get up there at all. Of course we reached up there! A very hospitable staff and just one other group there made the stay very enjoyable- not that we did anything there. Eat sleep laze around and draw a bit. The morning cleared up just once and we got to see the Himalayan range- a rare sighting in this weather. Nuf said- pics now!

More pics from Ani's collection-
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ani/sets/72157606886751688/

Sri Lanka

4 glorious days in Ceylon/ Sri Lanka/ paradise! Don't forget to bring back the masks. They cost the same as what you could pick up from the duty free shop- but really, masks first. Nuf sed, now pics. Starting with the landscape- its no different from that of Kerala!


At the Galle Lighthouse, best stairway I have seen yet-

Precious stones. From mining, cleaning, sorting, polishing to showroom- all within an area of a few square meters-

Bintota residents

Galle fort. Thats the cricket stadium in the centre where the recent match was played.
Do go to Sri Lanka. It's rediculously clean. We need to learn some from them.