A street portrait


Just wanted to share a street portrait from Vellore

Shot with a Olympus OM D EM10 with Minolta 58 mm f1.4.


Earning a living


This man has been eking out his living selling peanuts and other snacks at the top of the fort lookout since the time I have been to Vellore(circa 2006) and probably from much earlier time. I have taken a few memorable photos there, the most memorable among those is this.

I recently got a 50mm non autofocus lens to play with and this is one of the first keeper(read ‘reasonably focussed’) image from that. Hope you like it and hope I get a lot of keeper images with it in my trips this month.

See you all soon (after a trip to Srilanka!)

The trouble with choice is,

choice itself. I can’t choose which one to put up as today’s (actually taken last week) post. So you get a bonus of two pictures. Enjoy.

Taken at the festival at Arthat church last week. For more details about the festival, see here.

The human side of the celebrations

Yesterday you saw the masses celebrating Thrissur Pooram. Today I will show you the individual celebrations going on.

As with any festival in India, there will be people selling stuff.

We can find a few enterprising young ones too in the business.

Where there are sellers, there will be eager customers too.

Thrissur pooram, being a religious festival at its core, she is the representative of the faithful.

The caring.

The cute.

The funky.

The ones who bring their own sunshade.

The knights in paper armour.

Well, just a street closeup.

The one who is not that comfortable with attention.

The genuinely happy one.

The exuberant, adrenaline pumped ones.

The watchful.

Taking it all in, with a puff.

No Thrissur pooram would be complete without the pachyderm, in this case, the main elephant, the one who is privileged to carry the Goddess’ image.

Hope you enjoyed the collection of portraits, human and animal. Tomorrow’s post will be   about a special category of people I observed. Stay tuned.

Pooram preparations

with love.

Corny title apart, what I’m talking about is the Thrissur pooram, the mother of all poorams (‘festival’ woukd be a highly simplified meaning of the word). People from all over the world come down to Thrissur to witness this magnificent congregation of the masses, human and pachyderm. The mix of music, the energy of the crowd and the heat, make it a thrilling once in a lifetime experience which happens once in a year. Stay tuned here on the blog for more.

PS. I need to admit that I’m scared and excited at the same time at the thought of leaving for the pooram today.

“Yes,the things in front of me are for sale,

, not the one sitting in my lap.”