Madraspatinam – Chennai Citi Center

I  came to know about this photo exhibition from The Hindu on Saturday morning. I am a big time fan of The Hindu and their photo quality has always stood a long way ahead from the rest. So, got enough reasons to brave the rains.

Had to wait for one more day because of the rains and at last visited Citi Center on Sunday, which was actually the last day of the exhibition. Though, it was a nice collection from the archives I could not connect well, may be that I am relatively new to Chennai was the reason.

Three more things played a part in setting a rather not-so-good impression about the exhibition. One was the choice of location; a decent hall would have done but not Citi Center. Arts like these are better enjoyed in a silent or at least not disruptive environments. Two, the photo arrangement was awkward. In a congested maze like display area, photos were pinned even at knee level and surprisingly, the caption for those photos were to their bottom. Virtually, one had to lie on the floor to read them. Three, the article on the exhibition had set wrong expectations!

The photo which I enjoyed the most was that of the policemen in their baggy trousers.

Would love to see one such exhibition on Madurai.

Life so far…

Well… I am caught in the middle of the road. There are too many things to update which, ideally, I would prefer to blog under separate titles. But, I don’t want to wait for another month trying to make up things with my long time girlfriend. So, here it goes…

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Death reported in newspapers don’t evoke any kind of emotion. This is no fault of mine, too much of something will only diminish its value. But, it’s hard to digest a fatal accident, if the victim is someone close to you. It was 3rd July, I was standing on the shores of Tiruchendur when I came to know about the demise my childhood friend, Shanmuga Karthik. A short and shrewd guy, I used to call him either ‘kataan’ or San. We have spent lot time in the ground playing, hugging, scolding & even kicking. The best part we shared was the Hindi periods and our trip to Trivandram and also our unforgettable journey to TVS school for a cricket selection. I live in those moments. Dei kataan, will definitely meet you when I get there machi.

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Human mind is still a mistery. It changes so drastically that Nature can’t catch up with it. Of late, my idea of commutation has changed. I now see motorcyclists as Sons of a lesser ‘God’, those waiting for a Bus seem to be miserable and those on a car are certainly obnoxious idiots! The Cyclist would of course look divine as I am one. Got a cycle recently and I am pedalling to office these days.

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