PANNA

http://www.vinylabuse.com/index.php?paged=13

Watching India Srilanka match was a terrible experience not because of watching India losing but because of watching 'ad' ruled TV! I hardly remember the match as it was infested with a million ads. TV viewing itself is a fragmented experience and cricket which is obviously a great place for adds - as it is played for the whole day (no other game is played for the whole day!).The last balls of the overs were desperately cut by the unstoppable adds. I had to press the mute button almost a thousand times. The connection with the game and the score was simply lost due to the thunderstorm of ads! The whole match was a choppy experience. I hardly remember the ads either. TV is almost like any yellow pages, hardly any content, hardly any entertainment. News could be the quickest way to create some content but looks like the news channels naturally have more breaks catering to ads than any other channels. The longest no add content I have watched recently was the football worldcup - a

http://funlok.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=65&Itemid=44

Owl Tree didnt change suprisingly. It stood still. Again posing staring towards my window cill. The gardner poured pipefull of water at its claws. Single legged owl smiled more as the water filled the claws. In the morning the jasmine flowers fell towards the ground, making the owl loose its beauty spots. Gardener didnt see the owl but the owl tree was waiting to touch the cold water of the pipe in the hot summer sun. Well the owl tree never flew all night.

A tree in front of my house looked like a gaint owl. Well, the gaint owl contained a tree in it. It stood on one of its legs on the ground and one of its eyes opened. It looked densed with leafy fur and feathery patches of leaves. The sun stood behind and top making the leaves of its shoulders shine with striking light. As the owl smiled tree seemed dissappered. The tree appeared as and when the owl dissappered. Owl had two horns which looked like its pointed ears. The owl looked frozen like a statue yet the leaves fluttered in the thin wind of the coastal summer. Every fur danced as the leaves swayed shining in the bright light. The body of the owl created its own darkness from the deeper shadows of the brighter light. So the owl looked darker in the middle compared to its ends. The wings folded into the body and shoulders profiled. While I watched, a woman came and plucked the white jasmines from its body to make a garland. The owl stood by the dark night, waiting to change.

Five years ago when I travelled around in Fountinhas (a portugese settlement at Panjim, Goa), I took pictures of a villa painted in blue. It became a picture to show in my portfolio and I was inspired by semi open spaces created by the villa. This time it stood fully decolored by the monsoon black patches, not restored and silently quiet with no people. The glory became a memory and a patched dilapedated villa stood as a sample of reality. Well fountinhas is still surviving with few colorful villas. A great place to walk. Wittly expressed windows and doors and closely knit houses creates a magnificient scale. This time I walked on on a Holi day adding color to the color colony. Click on the picture link of fountinhas to see pictures.