finally i am here. after series of blog hopping since 2005, this has stayed. find me here.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Its raining!

Everyday evening, in the art of living ashram it has become a routine for rain god to pay a visit. Bucket full of rain comes down cooling the hot earth in no time! Guruji had said, water element is not angry, it is just in abundance. Rain always takes me back to best times in my life. To think about people whom i have personified it with, to recollect those days of losing umbrellas after raincoats in school to every positive thing that has happenned in life. I don remember a day, where i have cursed the rain. It charming beyond words and i would like to get now to be with it.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Pradeep sebastian

The one man army. I would call him the idea man. Its in bounty with this Aquarian thinker. The man behind starting Act Now Trust and the driving force behind Aranyam film festival। A prolific yet humble designer who creates magic in every thing that he creates, right from book publishing, web designing using the most latest of technology what designers or even companies in india dare to experiment wit; this man has been my teacher and guide who encouraged me to learn graphic designing. I remember, the day he had said, ' if you know microsoft word, you can learn even photoshop '. And that was in 2006 and now i can fairly do well in most graphic tools. Adventure and camping is his type of blood and travellin with him is sheer craziness. Wildlife is his passion and is walking encyclopedia on wildlife in india. He now runs witness media, an advocacy media agency based in Bangalore. Thats pradeep for you!
Bus travel

I love travelling by bus even if it means sliding and slithering past hundreds of people. The people who travel by bus are the real people of the place. You will get to understand to some extent, even the culture of the place. I love travellin in it as you get to see a glimpse of the society that you live in. If you are in india, i recommend bus travel, no matter how crowded or battered the bus is.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Friday, November 21, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
drops
Monday, July 09, 2007
Friday, July 06, 2007
wheels
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
roots in bottle
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Lonliness

There are some things in life that are beautiful untouched. Some time it demands you to leave it as it is. sometimes its very symbolic of what human life should be. is it trying to convey a message to me? is it my Muse? is it my teacher? is it my good friend? or my eternal lover? is it a mirror reflecting the universal law of connection? i donno what it means. i felt like touching it. was I in trance when i touched it? did i actually touch it? did i destroy it? did i make a mistake? i hate when questions frame my paragraphs. i think its better left untouched.
touched...
Friday, December 08, 2006
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Monday, August 21, 2006
Bliss
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Coromandel Fishers

This design was inspired by the poem written by Sarojini Naidu. i have used 6 different photographs in it (all of which i have taken)
Coromandel Fishers
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the kings of the sea!
No longer delay, let us hasten away in the track of the sea gull's call,
The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother, the waves are our comrades all.
What though we toss at the fall of the sun where the hand of the sea-god drives?
He who holds the storm by the hair, will hide in his breast our lives.
Sweet is the shade of the cocoanut glade, and the scent of the mango grove,
And sweet are the sands at the full o' the moon with the sound of the voices we love;
But sweeter, O brothers, the kiss of the spray and the dance of the wild foam's glee;
Row, brothers, row to the edge of the verge, where the low sky mates with the sea.
Sarojini Naidu
Saturday, August 05, 2006
unknown beach
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
SURREAL
Saturday, June 17, 2006
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