The Gothic-Hippie.

what. WHAT ? er... wooot.

it's my self-fashioned weird ass stereotype to bust all stereotypes.
and this in my dark,black blog, is a hippie doodle that i drew.



for all the psychedelia and bohemia in our lives and its happy lovers 

Wire Phunk

Nikon S560 + Picasa Edit, from during the Colossal Night gig shoot.

The Colossal Night

The Colossal Night , was the first of it's kind Summer Concert, held by young musicians at Coimbatore. It was also the first time I photographed musicians, although I really, had no clue , with my borrowed Point n' shoot, and limiting myself to just shooting from in front of the stage and not much experience photographing, in the first place. Then I used Picasa... and well here are some of the photos.

I also made, using Picasa itself, an online Poster for them, lets go ahead and call it my first design work :)

Facebook Album Link

The Peace Sign on my Ceiling

Picasa Edit. Ha.

Someone said..

Physical, emotional and financial freedom mean the world to me... they give me the power to live by my convictions, be fearless in my vision, cross set boundaries, shout from the rooftops for the causes I support, be a voice for those who are afraid to speak, dance to gay abandon with people I love, travel to the extremities of the Earth, cry without being weak, and most importantly give without asking...

Freedom, is living without living a lie..!

*my new tattoo*

The Bassist.

This was a little more carefully drawn..ink resources were limited though..
drawn for an amazing person...
dedicated to all leftie guitarists, and, bassists in general :D 

bahaha !!

The Bassist

You’re the weirdest member of the machine
keeping that beat like no one’s ever seen.
The tinny teen idols sound like steel flies,
in the wake of your “ohm”- like lullabies.

I know it seems like no one knows you’re there
But if you weren’t, on this vow I swear:
The other band members wouldn’t belong
because you’re the one who holds up the song.

That back beat is never in the background.
Low-key but never ignoring the sound
of the pitch in perpetual pattern.
Woofers shed light on your four-string lantern

*got the poem off the net somewhere, not mine*

Girl-power !!!

Ah such experimental randomness :D

My Eyes Have Seen You.

          
                      Felt-Pen and Soft Pastel on Sketch Paper.

Faces.

* I bought a sketch book *


Let's tear away the faces we hide behind,
We're no longer in disguise.

Different faces everywhere.
You were changing.

Do you see those faces?
What do they tell you?

Different faces everywhere.
Changing right before my eyes.

And then, a million faces pass my way.

The Mulshi Massacre

My first attempts at music photography, with a simple point and shoot and post editing on picasa, and barging in on a friend's jam session :D  All credits to Aniket Patni and Vedant Shetty for letting me barge in and finding my photography love  :