<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953</id><updated>2011-11-28T06:40:08.176+05:30</updated><category term='About_me'/><category term='Documentary'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Tear_Sheet'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Scrap'/><category term='Photo_Stories'/><title type='text'>behind the lens | sandip debnath</title><subtitle type='html'>field reports | events | photo stories |  documentaries</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-8964199913165333070</id><published>2009-04-27T03:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T03:23:26.726+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>a winter afternoon on move</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SfTWqMGejtI/AAAAAAAACAg/9ZXskMF1Qr4/s1600/25012009233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329120279377383122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how about enjoying a winter afternoon on the move ? sounds difficult or weird ? well, i was traveling longest journey in india … and the 2nd afternoon came though west bengal … this topography is well known to me … this rural west bengal was very much known to me… those fishermen were searching for fish from almost dried pond next to the railway track… and the fog at the horizon tells me that, evening is in the backdrop … just about to come… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i made this photograph with the camera phone n85 while the train was moving … i certainly missed the sharp focus … i mean when you yourself are moving it become difficult to get any sharp photograph from a camera … ( only SLR does justice ).. so a camera phone is beyond consideration.. but however, for me, key is not the focus in this image but the mood … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this photograph predominantly tells me a sunny winter afternoon… which i always wanted to enjoy… a lot … mostly in this kind rural area, where you don’t get the bright sunshine through out the season… one sunny afternoon is something people would be waiting for …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was having my afternoon coffee with my wife and enjoying this eternal scene through the window of our compartment…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-8964199913165333070?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/8964199913165333070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=8964199913165333070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/8964199913165333070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/8964199913165333070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2009/04/winter-afternoon-on-move.html' title='a winter afternoon on move'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SfTWqMGejtI/AAAAAAAACAg/9ZXskMF1Qr4/s72-c/25012009233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-4212362725883544664</id><published>2009-04-23T14:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:22:40.178+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>howrah-kharagpur local at 13:35</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SfArQToN8II/AAAAAAAACAY/f8vLf8xmvEA/s1600/25012009211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327805918326157442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this scene was not new to me … i have been traveling in local train for a long time when i was studying at kolkata … it was 16 years back… i was staying at belgharia and coming to dumdum everyday to reach at my college … if you are a daily commuter in local train at office hours, you must know how difficult it is to get in and going to your work place … but yet we did, everyday we did the same exercise … local trains are always overcrowded… we try hard to just get in and then submit ourselves to the crowd … and then it is like a flow in every station to get down and get in … once you are there in the queue , you don’t have to worry about getting in and getting down… crowd will push yourself to your destination…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;though it is risky but for us it was kind of enjoy and fun… we used to travel in a group … group of students … and most of the time without ticket … we code named as WT … and when the destination comes we used to hide ourselves from TTEs ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it become a part of our lives …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just yesterday , i saw in a bengali channel in TV, a group of commuter did some damage in a local train at howrah… because the train was stopped for a long at tikia para station just before entering howrah station… there was no power inside the train … kolkata mercury reached at 43 degree Celsius temperature for sometime now… if you are a commuter you can imagine how difficult it is to stay in this crowd, … without having fan moving inside in this hot and humid season… i certainly condemn the damage what happened, but i also can imagine their condition…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mumbai junta knows how the local train become a life line for them… i don’t have to explain at all …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;while on move this time i came across this scene which reminded me my old college days … this compartment was less crowded as it was afternoon and a down train…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now i must say, this nokia n85 was very helpful for me as i could capture the scene effectively … thanks to the camera … oops , the phone !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-4212362725883544664?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4212362725883544664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=4212362725883544664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/4212362725883544664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/4212362725883544664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-scene-was-not-new-to-me-i-have.html' title='howrah-kharagpur local at 13:35'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SfArQToN8II/AAAAAAAACAY/f8vLf8xmvEA/s72-c/25012009211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-5008684376429754741</id><published>2009-04-22T11:35:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:29:47.050+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>ipod and a boring day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/Se60KVf9ufI/AAAAAAAACAQ/DF5uhJr5ZMA/s1600/24012009117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327393498888780274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and all the day, he was sitting just like that in front of his window and listening music ... i wonder how many songs he have in his ipod ... after seeing this photo, one of my friend told he knew him... he might be a friend of him... i was sitting diagonally opposite to him... watching him... what he was looking at ... running behind landscapes ? seing girls waving their hands from an unknown village ? looking at some small village which does not appear in any map of india .. not even google map ? or just simply seeing the clouds in the open clear and blue sky ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;who knows ? i was watching him ... reading his thought for sometime ... i remembered my days when i used to travel alone ... no one to talk to ... reading novels from magazines ... and looking at outside ... there was no ipod culture that time ... no cellphones ... a good novel or a magazine would be best companion those days ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what he might be thinking in his mind ? he might be going to his home after a long time ... he must be seeing his girlfriend after a long time ... he must be giving excuses to his girl friend for not coming so frequently ... may be this is his first visit after getting a job in these southern states ... may be he is carrying lot of gifts for his family in him tiny little bag ... and may be something very special and tiny for his girl friend ... he is trying hard to keep it a secret ... he may be waiting to have food from his mother's hand ... may be he was so bored having southern food for quite a time ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or may be he is a student and studing engineering somewhere ... having a lot of dreams inhis eyes ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i imagined... i wanted to relate me with him... i was thinking about my days ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i didn't not talk to him anytime in this journey ... i wanted the secret to be secret, i wanted my imagination not to break ... i wanted my thought to fly in the air ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ this documentary was supported by Nokia and all the photos are shoot with a Nokia N85 Camera phone ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-5008684376429754741?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5008684376429754741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=5008684376429754741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/5008684376429754741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/5008684376429754741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2009/04/ipod-and-boring-day.html' title='ipod and a boring day'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/Se60KVf9ufI/AAAAAAAACAQ/DF5uhJr5ZMA/s72-c/24012009117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-568178951295291532</id><published>2009-04-14T09:56:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-16T01:58:10.357+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>52 hours of insomnia and N85</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;train journey always fascinates me ... be it in India or else where ... sitting next to the window and looking at outside shows me the real world like a bio scope... this time it happened to be longest journey amongst all... starting from Bangalore and traveling through the entire east coast enriched me with full of experiences .. different states, different people, different food, different language ... it is kind of a harmony and celebration of life ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it is like a collage of a life ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SeZAFEYPxzI/AAAAAAAACAI/v5GYDJ4X-T0/s1600/24012009076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325014065231152946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was provided a Nokia N85 from Nokia to test the camera feature of it ... I took this journey as my project ... i wanted to document this piece of life ... this collage ...  i was really happy with the performance of that camera phone ... i am going to write in detail about that in coming posts with lots more photographs ...&lt;br /&gt;it was kind of insomnia ... but it was a different perspective ... altogether ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-568178951295291532?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/568178951295291532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=568178951295291532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/568178951295291532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/568178951295291532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2009/04/52-hours-of-insomnia-and-n85.html' title='52 hours of insomnia and N85'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SeZAFEYPxzI/AAAAAAAACAI/v5GYDJ4X-T0/s72-c/24012009076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-5590582004395063781</id><published>2008-09-18T15:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:47:59.846+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap'/><title type='text'>rise of a telephoto lens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i always wanted to shoot with an wide angle lens … i was never impressed with a telephoto lens … i read somewhere once  Sebastian Salgado told that the more you are close to your subject, lesser becomes yous lens size …i really endorse the statement… you need a telephoto only if you are not too close with your subject … you don’t connect with your subject at all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whatever i did, i always wanted to document with a wide angle lens… in my kit, you will always find the big one, 17-40mm L , which would be mounted onto my 350D body…  second lens is a 50mm  and that’s it … i never got any urge to have a telephoto lens ( something like 70-300mm or so ) in my kit …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i initially thought telephoto is for those people who shoots wildlife and bird … very true .. i never encouraged to shoot street life with a telephoto lens… i felt , i wont get the environment with a telephoto lens .. i always thought telephoto shoot for a street life is something where you shoot like a paparazzi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would not say i was right … but i would say that was my belief …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for sometime now, i slowly changed my mind … slowly i was inclined to have a telephoto lens … i saw photographs for dance festival… i saw photographs mostly on ‘time’ which were shoot with a telephoto lens … i was turning at my back … i thought i should give a second thought on it …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one telephoto 70-300 or 70-200 would be ok for me … now which one to buy … i was confused.. is it really worth of buying ?? … will i use it so much that i should ‘invest’ on a telephoto ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the questions were scratching my head for sometime … though i was not fully convinced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SNIpaTQCFfI/AAAAAAAABFM/WqBplAKrNrc/s1600/Reuter_telephoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247302047660905970" width="540" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright : Reuters&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i saw this photograph in one of the website … i was stunned … the composition, use of focus light and use of lens made me fully convinced …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats your say ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-5590582004395063781?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5590582004395063781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=5590582004395063781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/5590582004395063781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/5590582004395063781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2008/09/rise-of-telephoto-lens.html' title='rise of a telephoto lens'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SNIpaTQCFfI/AAAAAAAABFM/WqBplAKrNrc/s72-c/Reuter_telephoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-1959355204660046588</id><published>2008-05-19T19:04:00.018+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:05:46.828+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>run maadi, run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202082290983223618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SDGCSCZnwUI/AAAAAAAABDc/2mbU9OnHkrc/s1600/IMG_3054.jpg" width="540" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brian Conley was cheering them up ... a huge in number, senior citizens, but all are so young at their heart... it reminded me the famous words, "run forrest run"... one of the best oscar winning movies starring Tom Hanks ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202082832149102930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SDGCxiZnwVI/AAAAAAAABDk/cGPF-R62Qqo/s1600/IMG_2965.jpg" width="540" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was really a spectacular event in the morning hours of Bangalore when it was about to create a history with one of its kind World 10K run... it was a call for cause, call for good health and fitness ... and Bangalore did it so well, that it was evident from its participation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very busy sunday morning , bangalore has observed at the Kanteerava Stadium ...the traffic was diverted already... i had to keep my bike somewhere else, and then we, me and arindam, reach there by walking ... At 6:30 am, we could reach at the stadium, and after that it was all abot excitement ... Nikhil was at the commentry box, giving us the update minute by minute... people were ready, everything was set ,cheerleaders and dancers were warming up along with the Vyas brothers, Sandeep (singer) and DJ Sanjeev who kept the ground colorful and entertained....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202083008242762082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SDGC7yZnwWI/AAAAAAAABDs/UZAEKg1Ml_Y/s1600/IMG_2956.jpg" width="540" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Giant screen inside the stadium was for the people who wanted to see the photofinish for the World 10K for Elite Men 10k run ...and it never failed to treat us ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anchored by Dino Morea the best part was the majja run ... where thousands of participants took part ... Batman ran, Ravana ran, nightangle ran , tipu sultan ran, saint ran, bharat mata ran and who not ... it was sea of mankind, vast humanity for the bangalorean ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202083545113674162" style="FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SDGDbCZnwbI/AAAAAAAABEU/VuYFElJdeTY/s400/IMG_2996.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202083248760930690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SDGDJyZnwYI/AAAAAAAABD8/D4t970ueTWA/s400/IMG_1949.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if the bangalorean were set for the majja run, the most inspiration was something came out from the senior citizens... one could cherish about the participation and enthusiam with the senior citizens... if they can run for a cause why not anybody else ... more than 700 senior citizens, an yellow battalian to suport Tina Ambani's NGO was the clear cut statement of the day ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202083351840145810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SDGDPyZnwZI/AAAAAAAABEE/f0xZ6pN-zYs/s1600/IMG_3010.jpg" width="540" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202083124206879090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SDGDCiZnwXI/AAAAAAAABD0/t74j8CVPfRQ/s1600/IMG_3058.jpg" width="540" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-1959355204660046588?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/1959355204660046588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=1959355204660046588' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/1959355204660046588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/1959355204660046588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2008/05/run-maadi-run.html' title='run maadi, run'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SDGCSCZnwUI/AAAAAAAABDc/2mbU9OnHkrc/s72-c/IMG_3054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-4834330101239077930</id><published>2008-05-13T17:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:24:06.157+05:30</updated><title type='text'>স্বপ্নাদেশ</title><content type='html'>এক একটা সময় স্বপ্ন মনে হয় য়েন&lt;br /&gt;এক একটা সময় ছুটে যাই গ্রহ নক্ষত্র পেরিয়ে&lt;br /&gt;আর একটা জগতে, এক একটা সময় কিছু মহাজাগতিক রশ্মি&lt;br /&gt;আমার পিছু নেয়,আমি তাদের আলতো করে ছুঁইয়ে দিয়ে ভেসে যাই&lt;br /&gt;অপ্রতিহত একটা ভেসে যাওয়া, আর ডুবে যাওয়া, &lt;br /&gt;                ভেসে যাওয়া ঘন কুয়াশা আর শীতের মধ্যে&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;এক একটা সময় দেখা হয়ে যায়&lt;br /&gt;আমার পরিচিত শিউলি ফুলেদের সাথে&lt;br /&gt;একটা তীব্র অনুভুতি আমাদের ছুঁয়ে যায় আদিগন্ত, শরতই হবে&lt;br /&gt;ণয়তো এরকম পাগলকরা বাতাস কেন ভুলিয়ে দেয় বৈশাখ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;আজ রাতে বৃষ্টি হয়েছে ঝরঝর&lt;br /&gt;আজ রাতে আমার টবের গাছগুলি হেসেছে অফুরান&lt;br /&gt;ঠান্ডার চাদর গায়ে দিয়ে দুজনে কথা বলেছে সারারাত&lt;br /&gt;আমি কান পেতে শুনেছি ওদের বলাবলি, চুপিসারে দেখেছি নতুন পাতার উঁকি দেওয়া&lt;br /&gt;আজ রাতে বৃষ্টি হয়েছে ঝিরঝির&lt;br /&gt;                        আজ রাতে ভিজিয়ে গেছে আমার শত বছরের ভেজা&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;স্বপ্নই হবে হয়ত, স্বপ্নই মনে হয়&lt;br /&gt;এক একটা সময় স্বপ্নাদেশ পাই আমি আর ভুলে যাই স্থান কাল পাত্র&lt;br /&gt;এক একটা সময় ওই সাদা দাড়ি বুড়ো আমায় ভুলিয়ে দেয় সব&lt;br /&gt;তাড়িয়ে বেড়ায় একটা লেখার তাগিদে&lt;br /&gt;এক একটা সময় ঘুম ভেঙ্গে উঠে দেখি কেউ কোথাও নেই, &lt;br /&gt;                   হতভম্ব আমি লিখে একা যাই&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;তুচ্ছ কিছু সুখ দুঃখ, বৃষ্টি, নতুন পাতারা আর শিউলি&lt;br /&gt;ঠিক করি লিখব না আজ, তাঁর জন্য সব তোলা থাক&lt;br /&gt;ঘুম ভেঙ্গে উঠে আমি জানি প্রতীক্ষিত বাতাস&lt;br /&gt;                      ঘুম ভেঙ্গে উঠে আজ পঁচিশে বৈশাখ…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-4834330101239077930?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4834330101239077930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=4834330101239077930' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/4834330101239077930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/4834330101239077930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='স্বপ্নাদেশ'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-4943467458580512587</id><published>2008-05-01T20:21:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:50:09.479+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap'/><title type='text'>hyderabad blues ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195423725323200530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SBnaWgWGqBI/AAAAAAAABDI/cbMUCRJz3ns/s1600/IMG_1665.jpg" border="0" width="540px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, and after a long time i went to hyderabad … it is the place where i started my career … it is the place where i got my first hard earned money … it was the first time i came out of my state, first time i heard somebody speaking the same language which i heard only on sunday afternoon regional movies in our good old dooradarsan days …&lt;br /&gt;somebody said me earlier, sounth indian languages are like omegas and north indian languages are like pie … i saw them for the first time written in buses, in cinema posters and in walls… that was the year 2000… very very dull IT market, world trade centre just collapsed after we started our career … however, we used to enjoy a lot … we used to book ticket in sangeet for night shows … i remember, it was nuvve kaavaali , the first telugu cinema i saw at one of the rtc cross road cinema halls …&lt;br /&gt;those are the days … we used to spend time at neckless road… we used to have midnight icecream over there … new year bashes.. so full of life … later on i shifted to bangalore … its been 4 years now, i am here in bangalore … and since then, i could not revisited the place …&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly i got a chance to go back … hyderabad is no longer the same … there are lots of flyovers now… lots of shopping malls , housing etc … i can not even imagine how kondapur has been grown up … it was really surprising to see a new face of the city …&lt;br /&gt;but when i went back to charminar , i saw the real crowd … the life over here is just the same as i saw it last time … so vibrant, so lively …nothing really changed … people are still so friendly … so co-oprative … i wish, every one would be like this forever…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-4943467458580512587?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4943467458580512587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=4943467458580512587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/4943467458580512587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/4943467458580512587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2008/05/yes-and-after-long-time-i-went-to.html' title='hyderabad blues ...'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SBnaWgWGqBI/AAAAAAAABDI/cbMUCRJz3ns/s72-c/IMG_1665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-493726112724556861</id><published>2008-04-03T21:44:00.033+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:46:00.369+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>mystic journey and horror hunt ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190123142950616658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SAcFgAQa_lI/AAAAAAAABBU/8AHBDTmUJsE/s1600/IMG_1927.jpg" width="540" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so finally we are back for searching a movie named “Howrah Bridge pe latakti huyi laash” in google … suggested by Rohini first while playing dumbshalarts at night after having the dinner … we were at m g resorts … oops at winter green … nobody told us that m g resort was renamed as winter green long long back until we were totally lost while searching the resort at the outskirt of Chikmagalur …&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190120982582066674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SAdRowQa_oI/AAAAAAAABBw/UBIesjOy1i8/s1600/IMG_1746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;… so finally we organized trip at Chikmagalur on 29-30 march 2008…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;though we got things wrong at the beginning , it was a team effort to make it a success… We were supposed to start at 1 AM night, and we were almost ready to start, but we found the bus which was booked had less seats than wanted … first wrong this for us … by the time we called up the travel desk person and arranged for the right bus, our guys had one innings of cricket match played in front of the cognizant office at BTP … imagine, it was night 2 AM and drizzling all over …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all set hereafter, we thought… when it was morning and we woke up at Kemmangundi hill station, we expected a guest house to be available for all of us at the top of the hill… and believe me it was planned that way … but sometime, when you are sure about something, you actually welcome something unexpected… something else … however, we did manage to get a pwd bunglow for 2 hours for 21 people along with Poha as a breakfast … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190120617509846498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SAcDNAQa_eI/AAAAAAAABAE/1pKdlUSQSog/s400/IMG_1776.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ... and then the real fun began… Nishant arranged 3 roller-coaster zeeps to drive us to the hebbe falls … approx 14 km one way to go and then 2 Km walk inside the jungle… there was no proper road, Kumar, our zeep driver, was taking us through the stone roads and river beds… it was really a roller –coaster drive for all of us… but we forgot all these while treated by the scenic beauty of the place … it was like heaven for us …fortunately he knew hindi and we were not able to shout him at all L … we all seven sitting in the zeep would agree that, if Michel Schumacher also would had come and seen this road, he would have not agreed to ride … kumar won the race with out any competitor for him … even though the roads were not good, but the scenic beauty of the place was awesome… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walking was not so horrible as the ride … but as it was within the dense jungle we were afraid of leaches .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190121626827161106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand; HIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SAcEHwQa_hI/AAAAAAAABA0/0X9yaG6VIzs/s1600/IMG_2739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There were small rivers we had to cross on the way … under passing current on the river and the slippery stones made it very difficult for us … taking shoes in one hand we were trying to keep the balance while crossing the rivers … and then kept on going… suddenly we heard the roar of water … just after taking a turn, we found the falls … hebbe falls … it was beautiful … the trekking was worth of… free falling water from a high of 170 mtrs…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we were looking so small infront of that falls… everybody jumped in and started playing with water… some of us even went ahead for fishing … we were so much engaged in doing all the activities that, we even forgot everything else… it was lunch time and we were starving … so then again restourant hunting began in the jungle … nothing except tea stalls were available on the top of kemmangundi … so it was the time to come down to chikmagalur …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i won't forget the town canteen in r g road for several reasons… it was first time the tiffin centre owner gave me 100 bucks extra in return… it was the first time i had to have butter masala dosa in lunch, and also it was first time to get so much of butter in a butter masala dosa …:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;searching m g reasort was a real mess as i said you earlier; it was renamed a long back and none of us had the information… it was already evening and finally when we found the resort , &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190122271072255522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SAcEtQQa_iI/AAAAAAAABA8/QejuG4vL3UU/s1600/IMG_2777.jpg" width="540" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing you could see within… we were led by the resort people to take us in the huts… it was looking like a no-mans land initially … no water, no light and no airtel signal …next day morning the resort turned to be nice one… full of greenary , two hanging brigdes etc etc… lots of tamarind and amla tree ( girls enjoyed those a lot.. you know why !!! )… the place was really good and as good as the charges !!! Zeera rice, Dal, rasam, Roti and Aloo Zeera for 175 bucks …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no worries, we were there to enjoy anyway … and so we did … and we named Rohini as Don, as she was the only girl who knew that there was a movie named "Howrah Bridge pe latakti huyi laash"…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2 started with a plan … 8:30 morning we were supposed to start off the resort for Mulayangiri … we had a plan that around 9:00 -9:45 we will have breakfast and then we will climb up … but we failed to execute the plan… plans are made to be failed it seems… guys were playing cricket at the resort till 8:45 morning … and then breakfast happened at the same "town canteen" once again …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and then we headed off for Mulayangiri … as soon as we approached the ghat roads, the rain started heavily… we knew, we were game whatever it might come…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190208191893012114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="300" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SAdS2gQa_pI/AAAAAAAABB4/Y_PfldI9ZCA/s1600/DSC00739.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190213010846318242" style="WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SAdXPAQa_qI/AAAAAAAABCA/2y_6yUnYlBI/s1600/IMG_1857.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot who started dancing first, but certainly it was Brajesh who nourished it to the core with kaajra re … Deepa, Rohini , Shewta ,Deepanjan and Niwratti were amongst others who actually made it a big sucess i must say … the bus was climbing slowly to the top and we were waiting for the destination to reach… it was a real fun altough … and when we reached to the peak we were spell bound … we were at the top of karnataka… it was heavenly … whereever we looked at ,it was the western ghat…some peaks were entirely surrounded by clouds, somewhere we saw the sunlight … like a hide and seek game for the nature … and we were barely the visitor of this terrestial phenomenon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we climbed up to the top and finally achieved it… and suddenly it started raining again… and this time it was so heavy… along with the rain, small pieces of freezed water droplets were falling from the sky… Nishanth and Pushkar removed their shirts and got wet fully … i hided inside a small temple and kept their belonging … it reminded me a song by colonial cousins … rain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunddenly i got a phone call … wow, i thought, airtel network was still here at the top of the peak … it was my wife on the phone … i was not able to describe the situation … for the first time, i thought i must get drenched !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190123048461336130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SAcFagQa_kI/AAAAAAAABBM/sqkrvXwxHeM/s1600/IMG_1926.jpg" width="540" 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...'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/SAcFgAQa_lI/AAAAAAAABBU/8AHBDTmUJsE/s72-c/IMG_1927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-2354968825965855100</id><published>2008-01-25T18:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:04:38.788+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Documentary'/><title type='text'>mamallapuram morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" 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pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/R4s1B-kg_II/AAAAAAAAAfA/ObBwoGlKJ7U/s1600/mangalore_ccd_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155272506547960962" border="0" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had been to mangalore on 1st week of january ... nothing official but a personal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://sandipdebnath.co.in/blog/?p=27" target="_blank"&gt;trip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;after a long time ... i wanted to see a different karnataka altogether, thats what my local friends told me before i went ... but i had something else going on my mind ... i remembered reading the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1205363,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;short essay in time&lt;/a&gt;... i wanted to see something different .. but here in the glow signs' neon lighting and shopping malls' public extravaganzas at night i was able to relate more like the time's story than conventional &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dakshin Kannada&lt;/span&gt; culture ... this guy caught my attention at a local coffee shop at mangalore ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mangalore is becoming a truly cosmopolitan city and growing faster ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-5798584034744088614?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5798584034744088614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=5798584034744088614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/5798584034744088614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/5798584034744088614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2008/01/visage-de-mangalore.html' title='Mangalore growing up'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/R4s1B-kg_II/AAAAAAAAAfA/ObBwoGlKJ7U/s72-c/mangalore_ccd_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-6622753362649984204</id><published>2007-12-27T21:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-28T14:25:24.980+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Documentary'/><title type='text'>Chilling Bangalore</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/R3PKLukg_HI/AAAAAAAAAdU/7Y49CEAbSNw/s1600/IMG_0693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148681101843168370" border="0" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;it was cold in bangalore for last few days ... it was colder ever since i came to bangalore ... mercury dipped at 12 degree celcius one day ... above all there was rain ... it was drizzling  for the whole day ... a foul weather for office goer and an excellent weather for the people who like to read novel and sit at the window for the whole day ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;as a bengali , i would like to have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;khichuri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;maach bhaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; that day ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-6622753362649984204?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/6622753362649984204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=6622753362649984204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/6622753362649984204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/6622753362649984204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/12/chilling-bangalore.html' title='Chilling Bangalore'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/R3PKLukg_HI/AAAAAAAAAdU/7Y49CEAbSNw/s72-c/IMG_0693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-6940328454760548892</id><published>2007-12-07T14:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-07T14:52:07.309+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tear_Sheet'/><title type='text'>Need Magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i did a story about Samarthanam sometimes ago.Now it is published in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://needmagazine.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Need&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold";&gt;. Click on the image to see a bigger picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/R1kNbbWlTkI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LDjs0KgQ7og/s1600-h/need.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/R1kNbbWlTkI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LDjs0KgQ7og/s1600/need.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141155214470237762" border="0" width="540" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-6940328454760548892?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/6940328454760548892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=6940328454760548892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/6940328454760548892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/6940328454760548892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/12/need-magazine.html' title='Need Magazine'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/R1kNbbWlTkI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LDjs0KgQ7og/s72-c/need.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-8224265363041608983</id><published>2007-08-12T13:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-12T14:48:19.965+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Jog Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i generally do not see any junk mails coming to my 'inbox', but recently one of the mails has caught my attention...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was planning to go to somewhere since last 3 months , but because of official schedule i just could not go out of my home and spend a day or two... i was feeling so tired doing official works all the days and month that i needed a break very badly ... i discussed the things with some of my colleagues and friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/Rr7FW7G9TyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3CMNAw0GAj8/s1600/ATT463145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097728825844649762" border="0" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;office things are taking too much energy everyday ... all what i need is a break from the normal work... a day without a cellphone, a day without any more follow up calls from Manager...a day without any tele-marketing calls for credit cards ... a day without having a watch, a day without keeping any time limit for anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i still dream of a rainy day outside of all concrete jungles ... a day in a small village, a day within lush green nature...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and suddenly this mail caught my attention... it was about a news... yes it was a news because just a day before i got the mail in my 'inbox', i saw it in Deccan Herald ... "Jog Falls is overflowing after 12 years "... i could relate this excellent picture in my mail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i set my mind ... i got it .. i knew where i should go now ... Jog falls is just a 'plan' away now... i need to work out now, i need to get the logistic done, i need to know the road map now... i would be going there very soon.. this falls is calling me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-8224265363041608983?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/8224265363041608983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=8224265363041608983' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/8224265363041608983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tear_Sheet'/><title type='text'>Now public front Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/RmkF74qa6JI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MtUlljW43bc/s1600-h/nowpublic_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/RmkF74qa6JI/AAAAAAAAAVA/MtUlljW43bc/s400/nowpublic_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073592981590304914" border="0" width="540" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My story is in the front page of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://nowpublic.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Nowpublic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span bold="" style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Click on the picture for a bigger view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-7180859187768559265?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/7180859187768559265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=7180859187768559265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/7180859187768559265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/7180859187768559265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/06/now-public-front-page.html' title='Now 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type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/05/early-morning-mamallapuram.html' title='Early Morning, Mamallapuram'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/Rk3nf5G3emI/AAAAAAAAASs/Ns3B1M3mawA/s72-c/MAM07092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-7711794509886734194</id><published>2007-05-06T22:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-07T16:28:44.707+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Documentary'/><title type='text'>Night life at Madiwala</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/Rj4SVgbHzNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Mz-gKK8CKw8/s1600/IMG_5134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061503191901261010" border="0" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;… night life seems amazing and challenging… high ISO, high noise, blurry world, pallet of colors,neon lights,darkness… i think those are everything what you would love to add in a photograph… well these are all about the elements in a composition but the important part is the action, emotion and body language … i personally feel , you get much more variety in a night shoot than any day light shoot …well there may be debate on this issue.. but this is entirely my personal opinion… i always like to observe the night happening and document it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madiwala comes on the way to my office… everyday when i go to office , eventually i need to pass madiwala and think i must come sometime here… it is a place off the hosur road … there is a big market in the surrounding area which remains busy during the early hours of a day… but at night the area becomes entirely a different sight… less people, less crowd and different activities… i planned to observe that sometime and document it …i would add this in my series ‘urban cityscape-stroll at night’…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-7711794509886734194?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/7711794509886734194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=7711794509886734194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-9093671317683572713</id><published>2007-05-05T12:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-07T12:29:26.979+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tear_Sheet'/><title type='text'>Y weekend Magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/Rj7NgQbHzRI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/glQqyF7MfjM/s1600/Yweekend1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061708985259248914" border="0" width=540px;/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published on May 4, 2007 on Y weekend Magazine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-9093671317683572713?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/9093671317683572713/comments/default' title='Post 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This is second time for me and absolutely a personal tour.. No photography intentions were made.I went with my family for a holiday there. But I must say this is not the right time to go there. The climate is too hot. You won't find any green landscapes there.It was so hot and dry, my family members were scolding me for taking them there. I was really sad by seeing such a dry character of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="346" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uy1OElxSTqY"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uy1OElxSTqY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casually and as a part of my itinerary I went to Sera Mey Monastery in the afternoon, and came to know that there would be a debate session at 6:30 PM in front of the Monastery. I looked at my watch and found it was only 3:30PM. My wife insisted me to stay back so that we can see the very different debate session. I roamed around a bit and came back at 6PM at the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was totally stunned by seeing the gathering and the debate session. within one hour I finished my memory card by shooting continuously and after that I felt, a photograph can not do justice to show this debate session. It needs to be observed by self and realize this culture.My day was a success.I was so happy at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-8658118675533249800?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/8658118675533249800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=8658118675533249800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/8658118675533249800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/8658118675533249800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/04/debate-session-at-sera-mey-monastery.html' title='Debate Session at Sera Mey Monastery'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-3396850414380772945</id><published>2007-03-16T14:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-16T16:36:40.742+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap'/><title type='text'>Stroll by the sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/RfpbvX4ll_I/AAAAAAAAALA/RMN73qsRuy4/s1600/MAM07054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042443602218031090" border="0" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was shoot just before the sunset. I was little disappointed by denial of the gatekeeper of the shore temple at the evening when I tried to enter. It was the closing time for them. I took another route to go to beach and was happy to find lot of activities there. The light was just fantastic . The whole beach was looking like a daily fair- ice cream seller, souvenir shops, fruit seller, horse owners and lot of local tourists and lot of happenings. I was lucky to be there at that time.&lt;br /&gt;This photo was shoot on ISO200, 1/4 sec , f/4 and 17 mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-3396850414380772945?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/3396850414380772945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=3396850414380772945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/3396850414380772945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/3396850414380772945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-was-shoot-just-before-sunset.html' title='Stroll by the sea'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/RfpbvX4ll_I/AAAAAAAAALA/RMN73qsRuy4/s72-c/MAM07054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-6417772942674465266</id><published>2007-03-06T19:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-07T07:31:21.588+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Mamallapuram | A journey towards history</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; you are annoyed with the behavior pattern of  the  Bangalore autorickshaw drivers, then I must say, there is nothing to be worried about Bangaloreans, once you have experienced them at Chennai. No auto drivers can go worser than Chennai auto drivers. My Tamil friends warned me before, but I had not faced them earlier !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/406651348_315cf7890a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/406651348_315cf7890a_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;27 feb, almost 5:30 Am in the morning : just reached at Chennai Koyambedu bus stand; next destination was at Mamallapuram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have read somewhere that this small  city was called Mahabalipuram earlier. It is one of the recent name-change-event in India that took place and the place has been renamed as Mamallapuram after the name of king Mamalla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At 5:30 AM, Koyambedu bus stand was really sleeping; people were sleeping on the platform, no one was there on 'May I help U' booth, nothing is written in english even. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I asked one on-duty Police person about the platform number &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from where I could get a bus for Mamallapuram. The correct platform number was 6 and the bus numbers were 118,119 etc. My friend Anand told me that most of the buses for Pondicherry going via East Coast Road (ECR )  would touch Mamallapuram. And I know ECR is one of the few toll roads in India which has an excellent scenic beach way. I thought I should catch the bus which goes via ECR. I asked the bus conductor whether the bus was going to Mamallapuram or not. On a confirmation, I got into it heading towards Mamallapuram. Bus was running early in the morning, the weather was fantastic, little chilly, a gentle breeze passing all over us, somebody had just started looking into the local tamil newspaper; the mood was just perfect. We passed 2 KM from the bus stand and suddenly this mood turned into a heart-broken reality. When I offered the bus fare to the conductor, he gently refused it by saying that the bus was not heading towards Mamallapuram but towards Villpuram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The day started with something really bad, we got into a wrong bus ! I decided to come back to Koyambedu bus stand again to catch another bus and then I met that horrendous auto driver. I was totally pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this time I made sure that I caught the right bus. They still call the city as Mahabalipuram ( Ma-gaa-bali-poo-ram as Tamil people pronounce it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ECR is supposed to be a scenic beachway , they told. Recent boom in the real estate industry has spoiled this natural beauty almost to death. You wil get the real beach sight only after you cross Covalang. Still some debris of the aftermath of Tsunami 2004, some relief villages, and the hoarding  of the sponsors like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;World Vision&lt;/span&gt;  can be seen on the beach way. It gave me a mixed feeling while going through the ECR , I must admit. My expectations were more, I imagined the road something  and it turned out something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/127/406514239_d0d39dbabc_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/127/406514239_d0d39dbabc_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jaykumar, our guesthouse Manager was a humble and  real helping person. He came to the bus stand for picking me up. Mamallapuram is such a small place that you actually could cover all the historical place except&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; five Rathas &lt;/span&gt;by walking. There is no need of taking any autorickshaw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or taxi, Jaykumar suggested. The beach is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; next to the Shore Temple, and the straight road towards Shore temple heads to it from the bus stand. Next to the bus stand is the Perumal temple and behind the temple is Arjuna's Penance. A big and great bas-relief of ancient India can be seen here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After we boarded at the guest house, we decided to go to the beach and take bath first. But I was hungry too. So before going to the beach, I had to search a tiffin centre for something to eat. Masala Dosa would have been the right choice, but as it was already 10 o'clock we had only plain dosa to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I read about this bas relief earlier. It is hard to believe that this magnificent relief was carved in the mid-seventh century, probably the oldest one , I had ever seen. A story of obtaining Lord Shiva's weapon by Arjuna from Mahabharata or the descent of Gangas or probably the both depicted in itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Furthermore, both stories were interpreted in a manner flattering to the Pallavas; the heroic Arjuna as a symbol of the rulers, and the Ganges as a symbol of their purifying power. I forgot to mention that , Pallava dynasty was the ruler of that time of Ancient southern India. And most of these sculpture works were done by them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/176/410891669_0f655a27c2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/176/410891669_0f655a27c2_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We headed to the beach next. It was only 10 AM in the morning and the sunlight was too harsh! Not a good light condition for any kind of photo shoot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The horse owners were waiting for the tourists to hire his horse for a ride. For the obvious reason they did not like me and when I asked for a photo he asked me money in return ! what the heck ! I avoided them though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Rather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/410936655_f6f10b8599_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/410936655_f6f10b8599_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I was interested in bathing in the beach. The beach is not so deeper, we can walk far towards the sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;People were enjoying their bath too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And if you are a fish lover, then you could check some sea fish food stall on the way to beach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;to satisfy your taste buds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The fishes are available to choose from and once you are done with the selection, immediately they will fry it with red color spices ( I don't know whats that, but I am sure that can not be red chillis ). Meals were also available at those small stalls, if you wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; to have. Fish fry and Dal-Rice would be an excellent choice for a lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we had our lunch at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamalla Bhavan&lt;/span&gt;,with a typical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;South Indian Thali &lt;/span&gt;while so many foreigners  were trying to eat with fingers and having a Coke bottle next to their lunch plate! And we started for the site seeing after that. As I told earlier, Mamallapuram is such a small place that one can actually travel by walking; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we decided to walk too. Those ancient monuments, Rathas, Caves and Relief were standing out as a bare evidence of the history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/411112137_33daecfd3c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/411112137_33daecfd3c_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You should be proud to see such a rich and cultured heritage of India. People were here humble and co operative too. After crossing the gate next to Arjuna's Penance you will see a comprehensive tourist map of Mamallapuram, I thought of having a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;look there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of the guides was explaining about it to a french couple. I was stunned by seeing the guide speaking fluently in french and later on I found something more interesting too. Most of the foreigners were french at Mamallapuram. The street buskers were talking in french, the hawkers were talking in french, the guides were talking in french, souvenir sellers were talking in french; it looked like, you may not get a response in hindi but you will definitely get response if you speak in french.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Krishna's butter ball is a huge single granite round shaped stone hanging for years just next to Ganesh Rath near  Arjuna's penance. It is more of a tourist attraction. The stone is so huge that people can even take rest sitting/lying on the shadow of this stone. I found school children were playing nearby. Before going back to home after the last school bell , they used to come here for a play. I was enjoying their presence around me. They were so vibrant and full of energy, it reminded me of my school days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/150/411467514_9919bdafbe_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/150/411467514_9919bdafbe_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met Marimutthu and Aayaappa on the way to five Rathas. Marimutthu is a sculpture worker. He carves and makes fantastic sculptures out of those granite stones. I saw while working with the grinding machine, it generates lots of dust out of stones, which may in turn cause eye irritation and permanent eye problem. People need to take precautions  for this kind of work ; at least they should wear a glass. It was very difficult for me to get close to them as it was too dusty but somehow I could manage it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Marimutthu told me, it would take 7 days to make a finished medium size sculpture and the cost of that in a market would come around Rs 5000/-. I don't know the exact figure, but I assume there are more than 250 stalls in Mamallapuram who earns money from this art work. They make the idols within the shops, sell them out from there. There is a chance for you to get in touch directly  with the sculpture artists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Read next part &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/03/mamallapuram-journey-towards-history-ii.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sandipd/sets/72157594573047803/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My flickr Photo set of Mamallapuram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://wikitravel.org/en/Mamallapuram"&gt;Mamallapuram at Wikitravel.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-6417772942674465266?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/6417772942674465266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=6417772942674465266' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/6417772942674465266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/6417772942674465266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/03/mamallapuram-journey-towards-history.html' title='Mamallapuram | A journey towards history'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-3484093354402247509</id><published>2007-03-03T19:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-03T22:25:09.789+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>H A P P Y   H O L I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/408704908_68f0f2c206_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/408704908_68f0f2c206_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                                                                                             © amrita pal / sandip debnath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLI is a festival of color in India.We shared a light mood amongst us, a close circle of our friends. I wish a Happy Holi to all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-3484093354402247509?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/3484093354402247509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=3484093354402247509' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/3484093354402247509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/3484093354402247509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/03/h-p-p-y-h-o-l-i.html' title='H A P P Y   H O L I'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-1382094905717029544</id><published>2007-03-01T05:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-09T18:54:46.163+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/411535802_1ecef634ef_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/411535802_1ecef634ef_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was little disappointed by seeing the entry fee chart at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Five Rathas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;compound. The entry ticket for an Indian citizen costs Rs 10 and for a foreigner Rs 250. I strongly feel that there should not be any difference between the entry fees. I went to European countries and found no difference in any kind of fees in any of their tourist places. It made me  uncomfortable to see those tourists however purchasing the tickets with a higher fee because they came to India to see our historical and cultural richness !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pancha Rathas &lt;/span&gt;(means five chariots) were carved during the rule of King  Mamalla  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Narasimhavarman I, A.D 630 - 670) in 7th century. These Rathas were individually named after Draupadi, Arjuna, Bheema, Dharmaraja and Nakul-Sahadev from the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mahabharata&lt;/span&gt;. One archeology site says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the site gives the delightful impression of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a city of life-size model buildings, whose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; variety of roofs, floor plans, and columniation defines a veritable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; source-book of South Indian temple forms&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; about these five Rathas. Early evening light was just perfect, I regretted for light earlier, this time I was so happy. And was so happy taking photographs that I almost forgot that I did not see Shore Temple yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/411543663_49520b6c57_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/411543663_49520b6c57_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entry ticket what you get from Five Rathas will be accepted at the shore Temple and vice-versa. But when I reached at the Shore Temple, the clock was pointing at 5:55 PM.Gate keeper gently asked me to come tomorrow as it was the closing time.I was refused to enter. For the time being I was so disappointed that I decided not to shoot anything. My wife suggested me to go to the beach instead. Thanks to her, I got so much of action in the beach to be captured. The weather was not so hot that evening, rather a cool breeze from the sea side passing by us. Lot of people were enjoying this fantastic evening by the sea. Fruit seller, ice cream vendor, souvenir seller,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; those horse owners every were in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; good mood. I could get some good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; photographs too. I was happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the sun was setting down in the west horizon, we could see the light house's light was falling on entire Mamallapuram. I took a risky job. I went behind the Shore Temple alone and stood over those granite rocks for sometime. It was an amazing sight to be observed. The changing color of the sky as a backdrop and the Shore Temple in a silhouette was a photographers dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/411545920_edf8aa7208_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/411545920_edf8aa7208_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next day I woke up early in the morning. Everybody in the guesthouse were sleeping, I came outside silently and headed towards the beach. On the other side of the Shore Temple there is a fishermen village. I decided to shoot actions of those fishermen early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;The great light stays for very less time and so it was. I talked to this little girl , she was so full for energy and adorable that I could not resist myself to take some portraits of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I planned to start from Mamallapuram to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/411515501_46ff9522fe_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/411515501_46ff9522fe_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chennai at 11:00 AM, but before that, I thought, I would visit Shore temple and come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yesterday's ticket was expired, so I had to buy new tickets again. Not many tourists were there inside of the temple in the morning. the Shore Temple was  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uilt during the reign of the Pallava King Rajasimha (A.D. 700 - 728). It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is the earliest important structural temple in Southern India.Mamallapuram was a port city during the reign of Pallavas. Its pyramidal structure had undergone a considerable amount of wear and tear by the wind and water from the sea from time to time. It was learned that there were total seven pagodas earlier, six of them were immersed in sea a long before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was feeling something really out of the world. It was just like riding into a time machine and going back to those historical days. Inside the shore temple, the small alleys would give you the feeling of ancientness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Overall , Mamallapuram is a city of history, culture and heritage in itself. History comes and stands still at Mamallapuram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/411543668_9fd5bc3562_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/411543668_9fd5bc3562_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/73/411543666_bf3820fbd0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 260px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/73/411543666_bf3820fbd0_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Location: Mamallupuram is 60 KM from Chennai .  Mamallapuram is connected to Pondicherry via Bus. It is on the east coast of India by Bay of Bengal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;How to go: Nearest airport is Chennai.  From Chennai Mufossil Bus stand, Keyambedu there are plenty of buses. Taxi or cab can be hired, but compared to Bus fare Taxi fare is huge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Bus fare is Rs 22/- and Taxi may cost you upto Rs 500. Going by Bus may give an opportunity to mix with locale people and school children who travel by bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Best time to go : October to March. Take an umbrella wherever you go. All other times Mamallapuram is really hot. Your skin may turn into black !&lt;br /&gt;What to see : Shore Temple, Arjuna's Penance, krishna's butter ball, Mahisamardini cave,Five Rathas. You can go to Kanchipuram from there if you base at Mamallapuram.Kanchipuram was the capital of Pallava reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sandipd/sets/72157594573047803/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My flickr Photo set of Mamallapuram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://wikitravel.org/en/Mamallapuram"&gt;Mamallapuram at Wikitravel.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-1382094905717029544?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/1382094905717029544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=1382094905717029544' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/1382094905717029544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/1382094905717029544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/03/mamallapuram-journey-towards-history-ii.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-4223635733718276062</id><published>2007-02-23T18:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-26T15:58:59.948+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap'/><title type='text'>Color Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/399728427_d014bc8f70_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I talk about color photography these pictures always comes in  my mind first. One of them has been shot with my Canon 350D with a 17-40mm f/4L lens and another one was shot with a small tiny Nikon 3700; a 3.2 MP point and shoot camera.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit here that, 17-40mm f/4 L lens is an excellent piece of glass, which not only reproduces super sharpness but also an excellent color. I strongly feel that the color in the first photograph came so well because of this lens.&lt;br /&gt;The second photograph was a little tricky one. With a small tiny point and shoot camera nothing much you can do while shooting. I wanted to give it a feel of something different. I have set the camera shooting mode in "dusk" , which means it changes the white balance in the camera settings. It was early in the morning, probably at 5:30 AM, not much sunlight though, Chennai Express was about to go off the platform. It was a  last minute check up with the reservation list pasted on the train compartment by a fellow passenger, while some others  were boarding the train. Due to a slow shutter , it gave me a ghostly image. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/30/40303840_f4a833bdd4_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-4223635733718276062?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4223635733718276062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=4223635733718276062' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/4223635733718276062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/4223635733718276062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/02/color-photography.html' title='Color Photography'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-6949104658264121353</id><published>2007-02-21T21:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:57:24.284+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap'/><title type='text'>some warm light here</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/396637038_8cff5bc3d6_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you get this kind of light early in the morning , will you be able to keep quite and not to take your camera out ? Umm , I think it was difficult for me not to shoot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was going back to my home town after a long time; a year or so. Feeling excited about it and watching outside country-scape through the window of the sleeper coach train compartment, I was about to miss this wonderful sight. First ray of sun was just falling on her face, through the window. December is really cold for the people of North Bengal and when you travel through the train, it even gets colder.While coping with the cold winder morning, this warm sun light comes as a true enjoyment to us. And so did they.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This photograph is not retouched much. The color is original here; it was just a great light. ISO 200, f/4.5 , 1/40 sec and 19mm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-6949104658264121353?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/6949104658264121353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=6949104658264121353' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/6949104658264121353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/6949104658264121353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-warm-light-here.html' title='some warm light here'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-2535287091328256369</id><published>2007-02-19T20:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-20T16:28:11.509+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap'/><title type='text'>Play time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/395417234_c6383a842d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/395417234_c6383a842d_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted to do a new experiment with my  workflow, I wanted to take some image to play with; I started searching in my archive and found this one. An old photo, but from my favourite place; Russel Market. I thought I would take a photograph that describes a play for  playing with workflow. Sounds weired, huh ? Then call me a dumbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jokes apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me tell you the workflow here I did with this photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.Open the image in Photoshop CS2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.Click on image &gt; adjustment &gt; Match color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.Check box on "Neutralize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Drag the luminance bar to 120 and color intensity to 75. Save it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Click on filter &gt; sharpen &gt; unsharpen mask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. On the unsharp mask pop up window, select amount as 100,radius 3.0  and threshold 0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Click on edit &gt; fade unsharp mask &gt; opacity 100, blending mode Darken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Repeat the step number 6 and 7 but this time while fading put the opacity 85 and mode as lighten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Resize the image accordingly; I resize it to 600 pixel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Save it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now you can play with it too. Try your own way. I personally like the "cool feel" of this image. Do you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-2535287091328256369?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/2535287091328256369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=2535287091328256369' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/2535287091328256369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/2535287091328256369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/02/play-time.html' title='Play time'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-4551095996646356506</id><published>2007-02-17T10:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-17T17:04:12.062+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Documentary'/><title type='text'>Nomads Life | Making Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/136/392156047_721b32842b_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday evening, I started late from my office; just to make sure that I would get the dawn light while shooting for my recent project.Everyday I look at the location and think, next day I should carry my camera and go for shooting , but I was not able to make it for some other reason.Then I approached Aditya, my friend, colleague and photographer, so that we both can go together. After he got his first DSLR, he started a new &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" href="http://365-days-photo-project.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with a strong determination to shoot at least a photo everyday. I was quite sure that, if I could get hooked with him, I would be successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted to shoot something very urban; like urban landscape or urban life. Nearby the location I found a group of people staying in tents just like a colony. Dogs, roosters, cats, utensils, tempo traveler, coca-cola crates and everything were there. They were celebrating Shiv Raatri yesterday. I went there and approached them. Not everybody were easy in front of the camera, rather some of them were afraid of being published in newspaper. I assured them. They have told me that they were from Maharastra, but seeing their dresses and activities and language they were spaking, I suspected that they came from Rajasthan; I tried to find the registration number of the tempo traveler; but Aditya told me it was hidden. I saw them opening a shop of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conventional medicine made of roots, branches and so many other contemporary things&lt;/span&gt; within their tent. They further told me that they came to Tirupati to have a Darshan of Balaji, but I suspect that was a story just to hide their whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/392802300_21bc6a08ab_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are nomads, they stay in any places for months and months and when they feel to move out, they just disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-4551095996646356506?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4551095996646356506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=4551095996646356506' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/4551095996646356506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/4551095996646356506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/02/nomads-life-making-dinner.html' title='Nomads Life | Making Dinner'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-21614013437581590</id><published>2007-02-17T07:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:53:09.331+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About_me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/Re2e05eBMzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7f2aeNbmw2w/s1600-h/HEADSHOT07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/Re2e05eBMzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7f2aeNbmw2w/s320/HEADSHOT07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038858189714567986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being there in India, Sandip thinks, photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is not a phenomenon to capture a moment, it is the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;soul of a frame which you need to show to the viewer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;through your lens. Working for a Computer Firm&lt;br /&gt;in Bangalore, India; Sandip feels that he is lucky to&lt;br /&gt;get the opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to observe and learn about&lt;br /&gt;the rich culture and religious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;belief in India, especially&lt;br /&gt;in the Southern part. Sandip always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tries to find out the human element in his frame,&lt;br /&gt;he strongly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; believes that a picture with out a&lt;br /&gt;human element&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in it is something like a body&lt;br /&gt;without its soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in West Bengal ( India )... Doing freelance&lt;br /&gt;Photography and working on assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandip can be reached at sandip.deep@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;or call him at +91.990 024 5331.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photo courtesy © Lavannya Goradia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-21614013437581590?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/21614013437581590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/21614013437581590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/02/being-there-in-india-sandip-thinks.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/Re2e05eBMzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7f2aeNbmw2w/s72-c/HEADSHOT07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-7017383986782221922</id><published>2007-02-15T16:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:41:07.608+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Documentary'/><title type='text'>Fishermen | Pondicherry</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/48/140681695_2b9861926a_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you are at Pondicherry, you may be disappointed by seeing the beach over there,; as all the beaches are covered with stones. you wont find any sand beach there. But it is lovely to see and walk on those black rocks and take photograph. Last year when I went there , my intention was different. I wanted to make a documentary on the life of fishermen community. After I came back from Chidambaram to Pondicherry back, i asked one of the auto driver to take me to a place where I could find fishermen village as well as sand beach. He did not disappoint me. I reached to a unnamed place approximately 10 km north of Pondicherry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was afternoon then. The light was just beautiful, but not on the sea side, ( You all know that Pondicherry is on the east coast of India ), I got a very nice light falling on those fishermen bringing fish back and their children  playing by the sea. I waited there for some time ;watched the activities keenly; talked with some of them and then started shooting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is still an unfinished project for me. More photographs from other places on the life of fishermen community will come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/48/148001428_70eb7741b4_o.jpg" alt="" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found her playing with sea , in the late afternoon... her name is Sandhya.. which means evening , eventually..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-7017383986782221922?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/7017383986782221922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=7017383986782221922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/7017383986782221922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/7017383986782221922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='Fishermen | Pondicherry'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-4557060315260404459</id><published>2007-02-15T16:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-07T12:29:03.339+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tear_Sheet'/><title type='text'>World Water Day 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/RdbbN4e2uII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wUsJ3g7oSc8/s1600/waterday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032450665179691138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This official poster can be downloaded from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.unwater.org/wwd07/downloads/wwd07english_A401.pdf"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; More Campaign materials are available on the official &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" href="http://www.unwater.org/wwd07/campaign.html#documents"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.On one of my &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" href="http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2006/12/united-nations-water-program.html"&gt;old blog post&lt;/a&gt;,  I wrote about this event earlier; now it is officially published.This gives me a happiness of  being a part of this mass awareness. Both these images used in this poster and brochures were shoot by me earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-4557060315260404459?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4557060315260404459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=4557060315260404459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/4557060315260404459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/4557060315260404459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/02/world-water-day-2007.html' title='World Water Day 2007'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/RdbbN4e2uII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wUsJ3g7oSc8/s72-c/waterday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-2736312963067604640</id><published>2007-02-14T10:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:03:54.602+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo_Stories'/><title type='text'>Durga Puja | Biggest festival of the Bengali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #ccddbb; padding: 0; height:400px; width:530px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.filmloop.com/looplets/flash/v2/player2.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" flashvars="base=looplets.filmloop.com&amp;weblinkid=LWXhWIj-GCMVRDfuXnkZRTROpZmyMyaR&amp;incr=5&amp;showtitle=0&amp;showdescription=0&amp;showcaption=0&amp;color=ccddbb&amp;ntype=player&amp;cw=530&amp;ch=380" name="looplet" align="middle" bgcolor="#333333" width="530" height="380" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: green; background: url(http://looplets.filmloop.com/images/metal_divider.gif) repeat-x; margin: 0 2px 2px 2px; width:526px; height:18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://looplets.filmloop.com/link?id=LWXhWIj-GCMVRDfuXnkZRTROpZmyMyaR" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://looplets.filmloop.com/images/metal_show.gif" style="margin:0; border:0; padding:0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float:right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://filmloop.adbureau.net/adclick/CID=0000085c0000000000000000" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://looplets.filmloop.com/images/metal_create.gif" style="margin:0; border:0; padding:0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Durga, in Sanskrit means "She who is incomprehensible or difficult to reach." Goddess Durga is a form of Sakti worshiped for her gracious as well as terrifying aspect. Mother of the Universe, she represents the infinite power of the universe and is a symbol of a female dynamism. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It starts from the first day of the waxing phase of moon in autumn called Mahalaya. The activites start before dusk with chants of various hymns of 'Mahishasura Mardini' . A very busy day for the Bengalis. Thousands of people gather at River Ganga early in the morning to offer Tarpan in memory of their forefather. Mahalaya is an auspicious day observed seven days before the actual Durga puja begins.The inauguration of the Goddess idol starts on Mahashasthi, sixth day from Mahalaya... and the festival starts too ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-2736312963067604640?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/2736312963067604640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=2736312963067604640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/2736312963067604640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/2736312963067604640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/02/durga-puja-maatrirupeen-sansthita.html' title='Durga Puja | Biggest festival of the Bengali'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-7071686196825594480</id><published>2007-02-13T18:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-14T10:14:51.766+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap'/><title type='text'>Chichen Kebab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/127/388183457_41a79a00ab_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/127/388183457_41a79a00ab_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Chicken Kebab is something I always love to eat. Last week with Aditya, I went to Madiwala for a night shoot. I am recently doing a series on "&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" href="http://shadowliner.blogspot.com/search/label/Urban%20cityscape-a%20stroll%20at%20night"&gt;urban cityscape- a stroll at night&lt;/a&gt;". This shoot was just a part of it. This young boy from Oodlabari ( A place in North Bengal )came to Bangaloare three years ago to search his fortune. He ended up by starting this fast food shop. I had a nice time with him taking about his native place, his family and his aim in future etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult to shoot in low light. However, I pointed my 17-40mm f/4 L lens on this guy's hand. Autofocused, but exposed for 1/4 sec. It was shoot on wide open; on 17mm. ISO 400.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-7071686196825594480?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/7071686196825594480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=7071686196825594480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/7071686196825594480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/7071686196825594480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/02/chichen-kebab.html' title='Chichen Kebab'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-5535487719564607489</id><published>2007-02-06T12:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-12T23:45:11.893+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap'/><title type='text'>Coconut Seller</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 360px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/380732062_55c72597f4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Early in morning, those people come from different places , load a lot of  coconuts on their bicycle and then go away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had not seen this activity in Hosur road until Aditya told me one day in office. After finishing of night shift, while coming back from office, Aditya took me to this place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This photograph was taken with Nikon D40. Technical exif is f/3.5, 1/1600 sec and 21 mm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-5535487719564607489?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5535487719564607489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=5535487719564607489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/5535487719564607489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/5535487719564607489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/02/coconut-seller_06.html' title='Coconut Seller'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/380732062_55c72597f4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-3219288037577238431</id><published>2007-01-25T22:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-13T18:30:02.347+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap'/><title type='text'>Yellow Telephone</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 360px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/367118118_076b6f30ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I liked the way this yellow telephone is kept on the market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-3219288037577238431?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/3219288037577238431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=3219288037577238431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/3219288037577238431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/3219288037577238431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/01/yellow-telephone.html' title='Yellow Telephone'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/367118118_076b6f30ed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-3097330382296371459</id><published>2007-01-23T22:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:06:36.769+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A tamil rap</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHG6FJTcJR8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHG6FJTcJR8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I found this video very interesting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-3097330382296371459?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/3097330382296371459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=3097330382296371459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/3097330382296371459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/3097330382296371459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2007/01/tamil-rap.html' title='A tamil rap'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-5164928128945542362</id><published>2006-12-22T16:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-13T00:15:56.756+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap'/><title type='text'>United Nations Water Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt ; cursor: pointer;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/133/320372326_fb5c77805b.jpg" alt="Ghat Activities 4 | Koyla Ghat , Kolkata" height="360" width="540" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The United Nations' World Water program is just another 3 months ahead. United Nations has already  initiated a campaign on  World Water Day to make a mass awareness about the recent scarcity of water. I am proud to be a part of it and feel good to realise that some of my photographs could take a part in creating a global awareness on this issue.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'Coping with Water Scarcity' is the theme for World Water Day 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unwater.org/wwd07/flashindex.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; World Water Day 2007 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the photographs used in their site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-5164928128945542362?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5164928128945542362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=5164928128945542362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/5164928128945542362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/5164928128945542362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2006/12/united-nations-water-program.html' title='United Nations Water Program'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/133/320372326_fb5c77805b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-6924197594428468391</id><published>2006-12-21T22:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:08:17.173+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tear_Sheet'/><title type='text'>Photoblogs Magazine | March 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/RdyBTEEPV0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/R8vKlqqiI8c/s1600/photoblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034040648002393922" border="0" width="540" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" href="http://www.photoblogsmagazine.org/magazine/march2006/marchsandip.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PhotoBlogs Magazine , March 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-6924197594428468391?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/6924197594428468391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=6924197594428468391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/6924197594428468391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/6924197594428468391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2006/12/photoblogs-magazine-march-2006.html' title='Photoblogs Magazine | March 2006'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/RdyBTEEPV0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/R8vKlqqiI8c/s72-c/photoblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-5329370115888534620</id><published>2006-12-17T04:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-13T00:18:39.824+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Documentary'/><title type='text'>Ghat Activities, Howrah Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt ; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://static.flickr.com/136/322210043_985ffcbb59.jpg" alt="Ghat Activities 6 | Howrah Bridge" height="360" width="540" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hoogly river is considered as Ganga amongst the Bengalis. Early morning people come here for taking bath, brushing teeth, washing cloths, prayer, and everything.. Ganga is like a mother for all.. She takes everything offered by us ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-5329370115888534620?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5329370115888534620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=5329370115888534620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/5329370115888534620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/5329370115888534620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2006/12/photo-sharing.html' title='Ghat Activities, Howrah Bridge'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-1599913259836208323</id><published>2006-11-13T20:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-13T11:41:35.581+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Documentary'/><title type='text'>Russel Market | Once again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/481/627825599728591/1600/035RUSSELMKT101106BW.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/481/627825599728591/1600/035RUSSELMKT101106BW.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" width="540" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never get tired of shooting at Russel Market. When Vivek proposed for an exhibition on "Markets in Bangalore",  I went through my archive and was not satisfied with any of the photographs I shoot earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I decided to go and shoot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;; this time I was looking for more details,  more actions and more elements to be in the frame; and decided to go for B/W.&lt;br /&gt;Vivek said,"There is a strong influence of Raghu Rai here". I agreed. I followed his works on Calcutta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-1599913259836208323?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/1599913259836208323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=1599913259836208323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/1599913259836208323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/1599913259836208323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2006/11/russel-market-once-again.html' title='Russel Market | Once again'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-8872684334237483022</id><published>2006-11-11T15:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-13T11:43:20.604+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Raghu Rai at TASVEER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/481/627825599728591/1600/293850667_1d3221a385_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/481/627825599728591/1600/293850667_1d3221a385_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" width="540" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Tasveer" means photo in  hindi. Tasveer, as an organization, is committed  to showcase contemporary  Indianphotography by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; exhibiting  the works of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indian photographers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; precisely and joyfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To achieve this, as the first effort,Tasveer is  exhibiting a rare collection of Raghu Rai's works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His photographs are an insightful journey into the mysteries of human life and nature. A set of 40 plus photographs spanning across 20 years of his works are the proofs of his journey towards the ultimate experience called DARSHAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tasveer #  Sua House&lt;br /&gt;(next to the British Library)&lt;br /&gt;26/1,Kasturba Road Cross,&lt;br /&gt;Bangalore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-8872684334237483022?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/8872684334237483022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=8872684334237483022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/8872684334237483022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/8872684334237483022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2006/11/raghu-rai-at-tasveer.html' title='Raghu Rai at TASVEER'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-1825646418092581156</id><published>2006-11-05T12:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-13T11:45:33.731+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Documentary'/><title type='text'>Tsogyal Shedrub Dargyeling Nunnery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt ;cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/481/627825599728591/1600/IMG_7729.jpg" alt="" border="0" width="540" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;         Penor Rinpoche  established this nunnery as complementary to Namdrolling Monastery and probably this is the biggest nunnery in India. We were a bit  hesitant  in going inside the nunnery; a place which is sacred and also strictly women's only . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There was a little boy selling vegetable infront of the main gate pretending to be  the care taker of that nunnery. He eventually stopped us. Since hesitant, we were out of wit. Lavannya was the only woman in our group; so being an woman photographer she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; went inside to find out an opportunity for shoot, if any. Later on we were allowed to go inside and to take photographs. People were so friendly and co-operative that we were over-whelmed at their open-mindedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;[ This photograph has been shoot inside the kitchen of Tsogyal Shedrub Dargyeling Nunnery]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-1825646418092581156?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/1825646418092581156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=1825646418092581156' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/1825646418092581156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/1825646418092581156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2006/11/tsogyal-shedrub-dargyeling-nunnery.html' title='Tsogyal Shedrub Dargyeling Nunnery'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-4815110095769817076</id><published>2006-11-01T20:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-13T11:52:50.919+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap'/><title type='text'>Path to Buddhism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/481/627825599728591/1600/sky_blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" width="540" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the second day for us in Bylakuppe. On the first day&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.flickr.com/people/karthikarya/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;karthik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; saw a very beautiful  place while on the way and insisted us to going there early morning when we would get the first ray of sun. While returning from Sera Monastery we discovered the place again and were surprised. It was just beautiful. Both  sides of the road had corn fields and down the road the horizon was made with line of blue mountain  with some glittering golden Tibetian temples and Monasteries. Indeed , it was a Path to Buddhism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-4815110095769817076?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4815110095769817076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=4815110095769817076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/4815110095769817076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/4815110095769817076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2006/11/path-to-buddhism.html' title='Path to Buddhism'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-1668198101848627600</id><published>2006-10-22T18:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:24:30.026+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap'/><title type='text'>Flickr Slideshow  Integration and Rene Edde's Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.flickr.com/slideShow/index.gne?nsid=37932128@N00&amp;set_id=885455&amp;text=&amp;tags=&amp;tag_mode=&amp;user_id=&amp;favorites=&amp;group_id=&amp;contacts=&amp;frifam=&amp;single=&amp;firstIndex=&amp;firstId=&amp;sort=&amp;v=1.6&amp;codeV=1.28"  frameBorder="0" width="500" scrolling="no" height="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This slide show has been made from my flickr set of "south, south, Incredible India."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend Photographer &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Rene Edde&lt;/a&gt; has recently visited India and Nepal.She was here for couple of months and did an excellent documentary photography.Now she is back home in the US and busy making here own &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://reddephotography.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. I found she integrated her &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/";style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255)"&gt; flickr &lt;/a&gt;slide show in her new website. please  visit her site, you will find a lot of good images.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found it very cool .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What do u say ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-1668198101848627600?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/1668198101848627600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=1668198101848627600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/1668198101848627600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/1668198101848627600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-of-my-friend-photographer-rene-edde.html' title='Flickr Slideshow  Integration and Rene Edde&apos;s Photography'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-3274326136419516433</id><published>2006-10-21T10:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-13T11:50:10.028+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Documentary'/><title type='text'>It was  a Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt ; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/481/627825599728591/1600/159984697.jpg" alt="" border="0" width=540px;/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;About three months back, I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Russel Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for shooting. It  is one of the city's old  market located at Shivaji Nagar; probably in 1927 it was opened for public.&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunday early morning, we were all set with our cameras in this busy market with different activities.Though it is very difficult to search for an image in a Market which can say about a lazy sunday; I think I was lucky to get this frame. Early morning, this dog was enjoying the sunlight infront of a closed shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-3274326136419516433?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/3274326136419516433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=3274326136419516433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/3274326136419516433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/3274326136419516433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-is-sunday-morning.html' title='It was  a Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-1556471012527385357</id><published>2006-10-11T23:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-13T11:54:15.108+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap'/><title type='text'>Monsoon by Steve Mccurry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;  cursor: pointer; width: 540px;" src="http://www.magnumphotos.com/LowRes2/TR3/F/4/H/N/NYC5904.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always like to stand in front of Landmark's( Book shop) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; stand. whenever I go there I used to spend normally couple of hours just browsing through the Gallery. I always search for Raghu Rai or Raghubir Singh on the rack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Monday I went to landmark again and found &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://stevemccurry.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Steve Mccurry's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0,204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Monsoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. It was a second hand copy and paperback edition. Consist of more than 70 photographs the book is a real pleasure for the eye. It is one of the favourite for me. It is a must have , I should say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;© Steve Mccurry/ Magnum Photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-1556471012527385357?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/1556471012527385357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=1556471012527385357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/1556471012527385357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/1556471012527385357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2006/10/monsoon-by-steve-mccurry.html' title='Monsoon by Steve Mccurry'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-1214125993086199254</id><published>2006-10-10T21:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-13T18:30:44.653+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo_Stories'/><title type='text'>Path to Buddhism | Bylakuppe, INDIA 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #ccddbb; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/481/627825599728591/1600/blog11.jpg" alt="" border="0" width="540" /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An young Nun is looking inside the Kitchen in the monastery. She is a novice nun and studying Buddhism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-8134599976875590190?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/8134599976875590190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=8134599976875590190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/8134599976875590190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/8134599976875590190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2006/10/path-to-buddhism-bylakuppe-india-2006.html' title='In the kitchen'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-2023075109389662257</id><published>2006-10-09T23:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-13T12:01:22.323+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Documentary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/481/627825599728591/1600/blog_bylakuppe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/481/627825599728591/1600/blog_bylakuppe.jpg" alt="" border="0" width=540px;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When I reached this  Tibetian Institution at Bylakuppe, I was surprised to see that  it was like a no mans land, I realised then that it was a Sunday.This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Institution is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a residential Institution. As it was a  sunday , all students  were actually in a mood to relax. I saw one of them carring a Nepali Cinema VCD for watching. I talked to them and went inside their rooms too.The rooms were clean and well maintained, I was surprised to find a  posters of Zidane,the famous football star. These students came from different part of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very different and intense looking Novice Monk looks back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-2023075109389662257?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/2023075109389662257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=2023075109389662257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/2023075109389662257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/2023075109389662257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-we-reached-this-buddhism.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-4833017906229545703</id><published>2006-10-08T18:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-13T12:00:28.312+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/481/627825599728591/1600/8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px  0pt ; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/481/627825599728591/1600/8.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" width=540px;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was already 7:00 PM when I reached at Ulsoor lake Durga puja Pandal on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MahaNavami&lt;/span&gt; (the 4th day of Durga Puja).  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aarti&lt;/span&gt; competition was scheduled at 7:30.The entire pandal was already filled by the visitors. It was hard to find a place for stand and shoot.We went in front of the pandal and stood just behind the place Judge Panel were sitting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aarti&lt;/span&gt; competition started actually at 8:30 after all arrangements. One of the main element of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aarti &lt;/span&gt;is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dhunuchi&lt;/span&gt; ( a pot with a source of smoke ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This lady was a potential competitor. We were amazed by her skill and performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-4833017906229545703?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/4833017906229545703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=4833017906229545703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/4833017906229545703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/4833017906229545703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-saw-schedule-at-ulsoor-bangali.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-5966176353183148371</id><published>2006-10-08T17:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-08T17:19:13.963+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Ooty in Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/2471/1600/350D300606017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/2471/320/350D300606017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; It was too cold on an A/C bus i was travelling.., I was not able to sleep properly.. I was trying to put the shawl all over my face and just woke up. Raining outside heavliy. It was just before the morning, a very fantastic light and starting of a new day. I cleaned the glass window of the bus to see outerworld. Our bus was going through a forest area unknown to me... A hill area too... We were passing accross some small locality , otherwise all green forest and lot of "U" turn roads. All other passengers in the bus were merely sleeping and the whole world was slowly waking up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love hills better than sea. A considerable amount of my childhood, I spent in Darjeeling, so a Hill station or a range of mountain is a kind of memory for me. I always love to be in this kind of place.After taking a sudden "U" turn I just saw a hoarding"Welcome to Nilgiri's plastic free area". We just entered in Nilgiris. A very known atmosphere for me, though i have never visited Nilgiris in my life. When i was in school I read a lot about Mount Doddabetta, the highest peak in South India in geography books, though never thought of coming and seeing here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/2471/1600/350D260606021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/2471/320/350D260606021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did a lot of homework before I came. I surfed a lot in internet and collected all information about the hotels, sight seeing and about the travel in this area, but those all came unuseful just after getting down at Ooty bus stand. A very smaller one in size, surrounded by some autowallas, when I got down , it was raining heavily. My autodriver told me till the day before it was a bright sunny day... Who knows what happened then, started raining so much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My inner me was quite happy actually... Amrita too loves rain and loves drenching. I knew this is the place. Well , why I told that all my homework became unuseful because , I found a lot more homework had been done by autodriver already, ( thats their job ! ) ... So I followed him, went to a Hotel named DARSHAN, just above the Ooty lake Boat House . Early in the morning, still I found there is no room available at that moment, but could get a room at 8:00 AM at the earliest ! And after that it was the autowalla who took us for a ride almost an hour and every corner of Ooty hotels and rounded back again at DARSHAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/2471/320/IMG_5889.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/2471/320/IMG_5889.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was offered a cottage ( just like a 2 bed room flat with kitchen attached) for 1100 bucks which was below of my expectations, and again my homework got failed , hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My autodriver , Ramesh with his conventional tamil had helped a lot. Though it was very hard for me to understand his language ( 25 percentage I understood and rest 75 percent imagination ) what I liked is his sincerity. He found a suitable cab driver for me who become my travel guide at the end. And after that Ramesh disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ramesh out, Ashoka in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ashoka knows a little bit of hindi and a nativer of Ooty. He learnt hindi because of his job. He takes lot of North Indian tourists in his cab and learnt a bit hindi to communicates. I must say his Hindi is better than my tamil ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did u know the famous film Roja was shooted here ! Ashoka showed me the place. It was not kasmir what we saw in the film but Ooty where it was shooted. He must have told hundreds of times while showing to his tourists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/2471/320/350D300606010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/2471/320/350D230606010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A different tour arround Ooty is called Filmi Chakkar ( mostly all the places related to cinema shooting). 9th Point is one of them. A really huge bare-head hills with just green grasses is perfect for any kind of bollywood song sequence. And so it did. Raja Hindusthani is one of them, my driver added. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was drizzling almost all the times, not a heavy rain , but a drizzle, people were enjoying the weather, a little bit drenched but the weather was good. Suddenly at 9th point it started heavily wind, may be because it was a bare hill and no trees on the top... Joining with the wind , rain took a terrible shape . I and Amrita in a single umbrella were trying to save our head, but because of such a wind, everything was wet for Amrita, we were not able to climb up because of the wind and the umbrella. We can not leave the umbrella as it was raining , neither we can climb up to the top. My father bought an umbrella just few days back and was broken then and there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My canon was becoming totally wet before i can aim it for anything shooting. With a small towel I was trying to save my canon from being wet. I was not able to focus on anything. As soon as I aimed my camera, My UV filter before the lens started filled up by rain drops. A very very bizzare situation !! So everytime I shot a picture , I started cleaning rain drops from the UV filter. Autofocus started betraying me. Immediately I rushed to my taxi and took a seat. Amrita and my mother was totally wet by the time. Our next destination was Pykara Falls and Pykara Dam. I was totally upset because I was not able to shoot anything good then. Did not whats there in Pykara Falls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People who went to Sivanasamudram on August-september wont be happy seeing this falls at all. I was no exception and so was Amrita. Ashoka dropped us 1 KM before the falls as it was a walkable road. Drenched fully , we were egarly waiting for a cup of strong tea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then started for Pykara falls in rain. One umbrella was almost broken, and was thinking about the other one, I decided not to take any umbrella at all. I must admit that Pykara falls was a total disappointment for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/2471/320/350D010706025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/2471/320/350D010706025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch our next destination was Dodabetta, a long-time-read-place in our geography book . At a height of 2,623 metres, Dodabetta Peak is the highest point in South India. It is one of the most prominent view points around Ooty and situated at about 10 km from the Ooty town, .I was little excited for this. The scenic beauty of the place was truly amazing. A foggy , mistic land with Eucaliptus and Pine and Oak forest and a small road going nowhere. No destination was visible for clouds. It was someting so heavenly. I really started feeling that it was the highest place, because the temperature was so less, such winds and could and rain... It should have been called as a foul day, but as it was a true expedition we enjoyed it thoroughly. a True amazing place is Doddabetta, I must say. My day was successful. A different beauty of Ooty in rain. A different Doddabetta altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I kept for Nilgiri Railways and Coonoor.Waking up early and get ready for the morning train. Whole night it was raining still. so cold and raining in the morning again. Took a cup of tea in Udagamandalam Railway station and started the day. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/2471/320/350D010706024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/2471/320/350D010706024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't worry, Ooty is also called as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Udagamandalam. Train from Ooty to Coonoor starts at 9:15 AM in the morning. If you are a true nature lover , you must take a seat at the right side window of the train. All turns, tunnels, valley,tea gardens are best viewed from the right window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;UNESCO has announced Nilgiri Railways a World Heritage . A small meter-gauge rail track going from Mettupalayam to Coonoor. Lofty mountains, dense Eucaliptus forest, sprawling grasslands and miles and miles of tea gardens a green valley will welcome the passengers on most routes. It is one of the most fascinating journey I have ever had. Anyone travelling to Ooty should not miss it in any chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coonoor is comparatively a smaller city. A different kind, little different weather than Ooty ( It was a very good weather for us, when we reached Coonoor, no rain at all ) . A clean and green city . I liked Coonoor more than Ooty because of its tea gardens, and bunglows and the hill and atmosphere. It was really a Joy to be there at Coonoor. As soon as You get down from train you get several tourist taxis available outside of the station. If you are a first time traveller then I think it is wise to take one of them. Price is reasonable and what you get for it is uncountable memory. I spend 350 Rupees altogether. Tourist spots at Coonoor are well known so no need of getting cheated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/2471/320/350D280606004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/2471/320/350D280606004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a real fun having there inside the tea garden and working with the other women tea workers. They were so kind and friendly. My taxi driver was saying me that Bollywood actrees Mumtaz has more than 2000 acres of tea gardens here. So green and green that it just can not get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a badluck for me that&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;could not see the sleeping lady mountain or the Coimbatore view. It was just surrounded by clouds. But whatever it was really thrilling to go through all those deep forest roads, go through the tea gardens and going through the clouds. It was just like a dream. Added to it was rain. It was just very different than any other. Rain in Hills, has got a different significant for me too... I was happy I found the same atmosphere there.. So if You love Rain and if you love Hills, then Ooty is the place for You , and the perfect timing is June - July. They call it as off-season, but it is as good as going to Darjeeling in January - february . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/2471/320/350D250606015.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/2471/320/350D250606015.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Important Information: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are going from Bangalore in a weekend you can try getting KSRTC buses. I specially liked Maurya A/C buses starting from Majestic at 22:30 PM. Its fare is arround rupees 287 , if you are trying to get from Madiwala it cost arround 90 rupees more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best time to go to Ooty from Bangalore is on friday night. Reach there on Saturday morning, depending to the time you get a hotel, you can try going to Coonoor on saturday itself, If not possible then roam arround Ooty on Saturday and leave for Coonoor on sunday morning. Get a return ticket at Sunday night to Bangalore. You should reach here back at 6:30 AM early morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-5966176353183148371?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/5966176353183148371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=5966176353183148371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/5966176353183148371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/5966176353183148371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2006/10/ooty-in-rain.html' title='Ooty in Rain'/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143147312976617953.post-2389835053935010046</id><published>2006-10-08T16:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-08T16:00:56.080+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/481/627825599728591/1600/scout2456162.jpg" alt="" hight="340px;" border="0" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was just browsing through some other Flickr Photographer's profile and suddenly I found they have made some &lt;i&gt;profile widget&lt;/i&gt; and uploaded to their profile with the help of some external website. I got interested a bit and started playing around it. I could able to see all my photographs which had come in Flickr explore page.It was a good fun. I think, by now, everybody knows it, but just to mention it, You can click &lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c3d9ff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to  play around with the site. Have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5143147312976617953-2389835053935010046?l=behindlens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/feeds/2389835053935010046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5143147312976617953&amp;postID=2389835053935010046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/2389835053935010046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5143147312976617953/posts/default/2389835053935010046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindlens.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandip  Debnath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02846600829335484526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le_xPCHEIDE/TEM1WOlKaiI/AAAAAAAADKs/uyhQlNjmowg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
