Monthly Archives: November 2004

The spider yet again. The last time I posted, the agent truncated it. To lesser glory.

Scenes from the valley. Yet again. Am struck by the (in)finiteness of certain experiences. Yup. Whatever!

A strange day. The office is half deserted. In all honesty, I have enough work to keep me here till really late at night. But one of those days, where neither the weather nor I are decisive enough. As a … Continue reading →

These are the introductory lines to the UNDP Human Development Report 2004. Was deeply touched by them. The subtitle that runs below the header, ‘Cultural liberty in today’s diverse world’. Made me smile. Made me happy. Blah Blah. I know … Continue reading →

Was reading a paper on Continuum Hypothesis. Written by this seemingly boundless and incredibly eclectic person, Nancy McGough. Been reading some stuff by her of late. And feeling a little better about the almost-self-imposed-is-a-joke feeling of intellectual tardiness. While the … Continue reading →

There are certain points in animation, when to the eye it is difficult to determine if too much is happening, or nothing is happening. As in, to discriminate between hyper-movement, and non-movement. But if the subject definer be movement, is … Continue reading →

One more from Arraku. Was gazing through the album. And thought this picture had an almost painting like quality. Slightly fuzzy, especially when the artist is no good at drawing facial features. This is somewhat the view from where we … Continue reading →

An interesting photograph by John Stanmeyer. Award winning photojournalist. Going through some of his works. Images, and words. I can’t figure out which appeal to me more. (As always, please do inform of copyright issues!) This is a photograph taken … Continue reading →

Back in the Thanda. This woman liked laughing a lot. A trait common with both Meeta and I.

This is with one amazingly cute chotu kid we met in Mahabubnagar during the Fixed Day Services. This was in a tribal hamlet (known as a Thanda). This kid liked getting photographed, and among other things, she also liked pulling … Continue reading →

Time for a wee bit more on Paulo Freire. Once in a while, you pick up a book that you agree and disagree with. And both the states of being are equally passionate. Equally convinced. Pedagogy of the Oppressed was … Continue reading →

Second in the series of the PRA Ex on a wall in a village in Paderu