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The reason was that I lost my  first camera Canon Powershot S1IS which introduced me to this beautiful world. Since then there was no urge to try/experiment anything. This went for couple of years. Now recently thanks to my student Aayush and my roomie Naggu I purchased my first DSLR. My Canon EOS 500D with lens kit and other lens and accessories. I will detail about my kit separately. It just been few weeks, I went on a trip to my hometown Tirupati and got this cam along and had a chance to try out some few things. Here are a few snapshots arising out of that. Rest assured this space will now feature some regular updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was primarily experimenting with B&amp;amp;W photography and had this lovely portrait shot of my Grandma. Thanks Avva for posing :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkVayLv9vr4/THoff_az1_I/AAAAAAAAA34/Lhbxe_AcFD4/s1600/Avva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 718px; height: 464px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkVayLv9vr4/THoff_az1_I/AAAAAAAAA34/Lhbxe_AcFD4/s400/Avva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;50mm(18-55, 3.5-5.6 lens), f/5.6, 1/8 s, 800ISO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing with B&amp;amp;W this was an attempt to capture details in shadows. I intentionally produced grainy effect by using a higher ISO. The thing I wanted to capture here was a bland face with its details evident in the shadow. Thanks to my cousin Teja for posing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkVayLv9vr4/THofgDQFH7I/AAAAAAAAA4A/Rb_zFTPiSdw/s1600/teja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 630px; height: 380px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkVayLv9vr4/THofgDQFH7I/AAAAAAAAA4A/Rb_zFTPiSdw/s400/teja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;(18mm, f/3.5, 1/8s, 1600ISO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing with B&amp;amp;W this was an attempt at soft focus and also to create an impression of a person behind bars (well sort of). Since we already know the previous pic so the purpose will be diluted but as an independent pic I guess it would stand out a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkVayLv9vr4/THofgtjjhYI/AAAAAAAAA4I/oSSLUodQIG8/s1600/teja_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 620px; height: 411px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SkVayLv9vr4/THofgtjjhYI/AAAAAAAAA4I/oSSLUodQIG8/s400/teja_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;(18mm, f/3.5, 1/4s, 3200ISO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was monsoons and how can I miss these shots, a simple B&amp;amp;W shots out from my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkVayLv9vr4/THofgySkK_I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/oJUy9YOodpk/s1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 632px; height: 419px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SkVayLv9vr4/THofgySkK_I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/oJUy9YOodpk/s400/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(50mm, f/22, 1/50s, 400ISO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the mood outside, did a wide angle shot, although wide angle with 18mm does not come as striking because of the crop factor of 1.6x for small sized sensors this actually translates to a 28mm shot. I also have a wide angle converter to solve this problem an will post some pics when I experiment with that too. I also used the fluorescent filter in this shot to emphasize blue hues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkVayLv9vr4/THooGJJcytI/AAAAAAAAA4w/nFmTiEhg-9c/s1600/weather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 630px; height: 419px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SkVayLv9vr4/THooGJJcytI/AAAAAAAAA4w/nFmTiEhg-9c/s400/weather.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510761180041104082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(18mm, f/10, 1/200s, ISO 400)-FLV Filter used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experimenting with macro shot. Came out well. Look at the colour reproduction. I love my DSLR :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkVayLv9vr4/THotXIOOT8I/AAAAAAAAA48/WnIJST9qD7s/s1600/sitaphal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 631px; height: 420px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SkVayLv9vr4/THotXIOOT8I/AAAAAAAAA48/WnIJST9qD7s/s400/sitaphal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510766969408606146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(50mm, f/5.6, 1/15s, 800ISO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt;
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In the morning, light engulfs everything, in the night, light can only cast shadows........ I like shadows for it gives me a sense of presence in this vast world of anonymosity. I like shadows coz unlike light it does not discriminate with you on the basis of colour...........it does not give you any false impression........no matter the light the shadows cast is always dark. It does not leave your side. And when the only ray of light also disappears you are engulfed by the whole space of darkness which is nothing but the shadow of the whole universe. You become one with the whole eternity.&lt;br /&gt;I love the night time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry..........have not become a sadist or anything alike........just felt like saying something and it just flew:D.&lt;br /&gt;Well the crux is that I lately have been doing some night photography..........this time have divided my collection into some four parts. The first is my attempt to capture the beauty of the night sky, esp the moon. Rightly I have called it ECLIPSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_1208.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/400/IMG_1208.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part i have not been able to post because the pics are available in another Laptop, will do it soon. The theme for the second part is SHADOWS and one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;The third are some two spooky scenes i was trying to capture in the night.........could not find many places and have not been able to travel lately too. The pics in this section are all taken in Chandigargh[;)]. Well bbut the place is a real beauty, wish i had some more time there. Will try to capture some more next time.&lt;br /&gt;The last one is my attempt at Candles........and thanks to Anand for being such a patient recipient. I could not find a better name than radiance for this section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ECLIPSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_1215.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/400/IMG_1215.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free is the moon and it shall walk the whole sky for it has been entrusted the task to light the dark. Many clouds shall pass but it shall radiate and fill the hearts with hope and clear many minds of fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_1166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/400/IMG_1166.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the leaves trying to capture the moon or is the moon trying to fall in the arms of the nature. It does not matter to me coz whichever way you look at it, they both lose beauty without each other. A perfect example of symbiosis i would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the moon is going into the clouds or emerging out of it is only a matter of judgement and state of mind:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPOOKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_1243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/320/IMG_1243.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to start of this was a wonderful theme water fountain ..... well no comments on this, just found it pleasing:)&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_1252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/400/IMG_1252.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a complete series of trees like this, no leaves and very hard trunk and a complete plaster like appearance on the top.......couldnt make a head or tail of it.........and ofcourse it was looking damn scary in the night, esp at 3am&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/400/IMG_1269.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an abondoned car lying in some corner at some place.........really found it scary&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_1514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/400/IMG_1514.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well no big deal about this pic you would say............well yes, except for the lightning streak you would notice towards the top in the sky. :), well the time was 3am and it was raining heavily..........this pic was taken by keeping shutter open for 8 seconds. Night or day ...... you decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was taken by my new dear roomie Anand Prakash, well it seems the photography bug has bitten him too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/400/IMG_1519.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    This pic needs no comments .......... impeccable.&lt;br /&gt;The calmness is what stirs me ......... This was my first attempt with candles and it turned out pretty ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/400/IMG_1521.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be worked out as some NGO`s emblem..........protector of the light&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;br /&gt;Thanks again to anand for helping me out.........would not have been possible without him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_1522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/400/IMG_1522.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ripples in the flame and the radiance being reflected in the face. Some mystical/evil aura surronds the whole space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_1529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/400/IMG_1529.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disillusioned..........not liking the light at all........why has this radiance been enforced upon me. Let me hide in the darkness for the light from a mere flame is no answer to my errands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_1530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/400/IMG_1530.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here look at the contrast from the other pic........i simply love the difference. Notice the change of the whole ambience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introspective glance...........mind on the verge of a breakthrough. Eyes glancing at the flame and having a hint of enlightenment and hands trying to protect the flame which again is very sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the difference of effects was achieved by increasing the exposure settings in the first pic a bit and changing the flim properties to tungsten film. Also the focus in the socond pic is on the flame of teh candle while it was the face in the first pic:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all of you interested ppl (esp girls:P) the face in the picture is of Anand Prakash (and believe me he looks more spooky and drunk than he appears in the pic:D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt;
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I along with three of my friends Saurabh, Pulkit and Anand have decided to ditch our jobs and start an institute to train students for engineering and medical entrance examinations. This was last week of December and since then phewwwww its been a rollercoaster ride.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Initially I wanted to blog bout our intentions and reasons as to why we choose to do so, coz that was invariably what everyone was inquisitive about and quite naturally too. But if we just leave aside the reasons and ponder on the experiences we had during the last few weeks, well that would make for a better and more interesting blog.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Times sure are changing!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;They say home is the best support ……………………… well, that is also the first foundation which wobbles when you produce some kind of Earth shattering news. It was an earthquake alright when I informed my parents about my latest intended Adventure. Needless to say they got an attack of fits when they heard that I was going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Patiala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt; and start this. First, I am their only son (and lemme tell you the amount of pampering I get: I still don’t know how to press my clothes, and till 10th class I din knew how to tie my laces; those are just two facts) and secondly, them being native south Indians; if these points are not enuff, what got them even more jitters was that I was going to Punjab which my dad still refers to as Afghanistan( I mean Pakistan was also fine, but Afghanistan!!!), nyways this was what happened............frequency of phone calls increased 10 fold (which in normal times was also above the otherwise 'normal':D) and every time they used to come with innovative arguments to convince me that going to (Afghanistan!!) was not the best option. The best one was from my dad who said "Son u r young, if u quit job then u r left income less......do one thing, stick with the job, then do an MBA, which will help u get an even better job and then marry.........and then u`ll have 2 earning members in ur family, and then u can leave ur job". phewwwww&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Well I would confess the most problematic part is that my dad is a CA and he has this tendency to analyze and quantify each and every thing............we engineers talk and think in logical terms............these people understand only numbers............if u can not quantify even a bit, u wont make any sense to them, u r dead.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Well as a reaction my frequency of b`lore trips to my home also increased...........well in my 6 months stay I din make so many trips to b`lore as I had made in three weeks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Somehow I managed to convince them with a bit of Logical/quantifiable arguments added by a tinge of senti and philosophical bullshit. Well in the end u know that I`m their only son :D......u get the picture, right:)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;With my parents done (well not exactly but to a manageable limit).........next came my (their) inner circle of relatives..............well I dont care a damn about them so din even bother to inform or convince them..........really don’t care. It’s me and my mom &amp; dad, thts all I care............something which I’m criticized a lot about, but hey thts how I’m brought up, independent.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Now came my inner circle of friends..............and well they are gems..........I knew they would understand and they did.............suggested a bit, gave me pros and cons, helped me a bit in more introspection and ofcouse assured me that they r there. I would not be able to do nything without u guys, although i`m not very expressive in such matters but u mean a lot to me. Luv u ppl(everyone knows who they r to me, I need not mention ny name here)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Life at the crossroads is wht I have chosen as the title.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Coz I feel I was in at the crossroads...........there were many roads that lay in front of me and I knew just some things as facts. Till now I was traveling on a big highway and if I continue to follow that I knew where i`ll be going, what my errands would be, my future would be.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Others were little obscure............some dark and as robert frost would have said, "the grass on them wanted a wear".&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that intrigued and titillated me............I love uncertainty, for it allows you to mould/remold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt; self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;And well, I chose the one with the lesser claim.............may be if things may not work, I`ll return to some other highway at the other crossroad, but that was an argument to pacify my brain which was pinning me with all the pros and cons, positives and negatives.........and with each negative my body secreting more panic enzymes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Coz in my heart I knew, tht I shall never return to the highway, because I`ll make a highway of that narrow lane, for others to follow; thts my endeavor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Strange it seems for the human kind............but everyone has an ego, everyone wants to prove one right and in the process can go to any lengths.........Just to prove wht one did was right pushes u tht extra mile and makes possible a sometime seemingly impossible task.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;I know that many people believe otherwise...........the same group who counsels you to do this and that and are the first ones to criticize when u fail.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Yes I want to prove them wrong...........yes I have things to prove to the world and set some examples.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Well, things seem funny when u r thru the process. I for one am still in the process.......I do not know if the road will lead onto ways........or just fade away into solitude &amp; darkness. But what I know for sure if I lay here following the same path, I`ll regret all my life; whatIF I had taken the other road at the crossroads?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;The experience so far has been pure fun.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Never knew if it was so much fun working for oneself. You are the master of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt; destiny, of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt; time, of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt; fun.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Having fun while doing it all..............infact learnt the meaning to the phrase" Work should be fun"&lt;o:p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Yes I have embarked on my journey..............I’m loving it. Spirits are high, hopes higher and dreams soaring.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;I previously worked in an office with a huge campus. Mine now is a 1600 SqFT floor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; I used to have a free coffee dispenser by my side............here I have none. There was a receptionist and many security guards who opened doors for me and who smiled when I came in.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Here I smile at the open empty room when I get in..............I smile at the prospect tht this room will one day have all those facilities and even more and a receptionist will be there and greeting me and whts more. She will be my employee............I will own all of them. I miss those huge lawns and buildings and flowers at my corporate office...........but I dream of creating a better thing for myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;:) hhmmm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Following the highway as my dad says would have surely given me a life of certainty and that is exactly wht I resented.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate constancy........&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;I understand small things and many people have this notion that i`m too logical. But to tell the truth most of the BIG decisions come from my heart. I get influenced by small things which appeals to my heart.........and one of those is if u imagine urself 10 years from now and u look back and try to remember moments in your life, there should be things worth remembering. Crazy things perhaps, but there should be some!! C`mn man!!! wht will u tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt; grand children about.............&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;I don’t know where this will lead me; success or failure, but really who cares. For me this journey itself exemplifies success. For it pacifies my heart and one should always follow his heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Mind gives all the arguments, it takes into account all the factors, fears, social expectations, peer pressures etc. Heart understands small things, it just knows you and actually knows what YOU want to become. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Just follow your heart, do HELL with the world. And then, well as the Nike commercial says "Just Do It"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Well, :), hmm &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;Times sure are changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;..........and I am loving every bit of it:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt;
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The weather was perfect for the trip. HAd loads of fun with a slight drizzle throughout our outing. Pluged out dsugarcane and eat it (well atleast tried eating it). Believe me its tought to slice of the outer surface. There was also a river near the village where we went. All in all it was a nice memorable trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_0963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 334px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/320/IMG_0963.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;Fields with different shades of green. Never thought you could see so many shades of green at one place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_1039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 248px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/320/IMG_1039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 A nice village Cow!!!&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_1019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 599px; height: 339px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/320/IMG_1019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;                                                        The river ...&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;Some more pics I took while on the way ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_1037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 277px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/320/IMG_1037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_1065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 294px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/320/IMG_1065.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_0940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/320/IMG_0940.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_0941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/320/IMG_0941.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt;
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Reason being, I was actually waiting for my new cam to come. Bought Canon S1 IS from amazon and it had a looong journey before it fell into my hands. Arpit ordered it for me from Amazon, then pele`s sis brought it to India (Kota) from where pele got it when he went home for diwali and then he delivered it to my house in B`lore from where I took it on my way to Goa. Had no experience whtsoever when I first operated it in Goa. Just did some old point and shoot there. Really missed a grt opportunity to take some good nature pics there but i simply had no time to experiment with this cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well came back and did a lot of reading and shooting and reading. Still tons of things to experiment. Not able to find time to go out and shoot, will do that soon. In the meantime did some shooting near my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/320/IMG_0416.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this for a start, was experimenting with my cams depth of field, and its focus in dim light. Now wht I got here simply amazed me, wont say tht I intended this. Asked many people wht they think is in this picture. Found all sort of things as an answer. Coconut being predominant(??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is a close up of my Flute :)&lt;br /&gt;The thing I liked here was the texture gradient and the reflection it got around the rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apart from tht did some outdoor experiments, these are some of the pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_0508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 239px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/320/IMG_0508.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt;                        This I photographed to check my manual aperture settings. With experience I`ll be able to know which 'f' value fits perfect for such distances. The background blurring effect was achieved with success.&lt;br /&gt;Well but then I took another one in an automatic mode just to see wht values my processor decides. That pic turned out to have a better balance :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/1600/IMG_0606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/486/320/IMG_0606.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I shot in the night. I somehow prefer to do night photography. Well initally was failing miserably to get night shots and all my shots were underexposed. Also lot of shaking was taking place. Well then Ashu gave some fundaes about fixing ur elbow to ur chest and it works. Shots of shutter time upto 1.5 secs can be taken with ease. This was taken with an exposure time of arnd 1 sec. Again the gradient and shades is what I like here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all for now. This was my start, had a look at the album of Ashu`s, which he took during his stay at IIT-G. They were awesome. Still a lot to experiment. What I really miss is a tripod to take some good night pics. Will try some more and will post them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt;
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