Bat-man, Super-man or a Spider-man.

Last night, after office, I was riding back home. When I reached the traffic signal right after the ITPL Park square mall, found 3 guys on a bike jumping the signal and almost got hit by a tempo traveler. They stopped the bike and started yelling at the TT driver, it was not his fault. I continued my ride and a few mins later, witnessed an accident. The guys that jumped the signal went ahead so fast just to hit a car and this time too, it was not the car driver’s fault. I parked my bike aside and ran towards them just to help if anyone is injured. What happened the next 45 minutes gave me a sleepless night and forced me to write this. The car driver is a TCS employee, looked like a software engineer. A medium built- timid guy. I don’t want anyone to go through the trauma that he went through last night. Initially, I was a mere spectator at the scene. Helpless, stood in fear, frozen. These three guys, after hitting the car from the rear, fell to the ground. Their bike was damaged and so was their ego. Ruthless ruffians. They dragged the TCS employee out of the car, started punching him, slapping him and they did not allow him to say a word. The wanted money to repair their bikes and kept assaulting the poor chap. The crowd gathered, traffic came to a halt and all were witnessing the debacle. The people around me were all from the IT companies nearby and were not ready to help this guy fearing those 3 would hurt them too. To my disappointment, a few more guys joined the 3, friends of the trio and started hitting the TCS employee. I wanted to stop them hitting this guy, but no clue how to stop them. I knew they were not in a mood to listen to anyone. I called 100, just to hear a busy tone. Not once, but thrice. I mustered up my courage and approached the guy that was holding the TCS employee’s collar and slapping him as has hard as he could. I knew I was inviting trouble but not ready to retreat. I asked a few people around me to help this guy and asked me to join. Gracious god! A few came with me. We stopped the guys from hitting the TCS employee and took him aside. They didn’t like that. I was shivering inside and ensured that I don’t show that on my face. It helped! They were around eight of them. As there was enough support with me, they started talking. Demanded money for their first aid and to repair their bikes. There was a small fellow, part of the eight, venting his anger on the car. Mob culture, I hate it. At last, a traffic police constable showed up at the scene. When we all thought the help has arrived, he told the TCS employee to pay something to the mob! Jesus! At that moment, I wanted to turn in to a bat-man, a super-man, or a spider-man or may be all of them at once and thrash the unruly mob and teach them a lesson, forgetting I am common-man. The guy that was beaten up last night did not make any mistake, but he was punished. He took several punches on his face, he was slapped and kicked. I couldn’t stop that. I am not able to get over with this… Silently weeping inside my helmet I drove towards my home. •There were eight against one. •They were not ready to listen to anyone but wanted to hurt the poor chap. •The guy that got hurt, I could see him standing helplessly in fear. •He didn’t know what to do or how to react as they were raining punches on his face. God, pls don’t put anyone in this situation. If you think that these situations make someone strong, it did. It made the mob strong. By the way, why didn’t I get a call from the police saying, “ we saw your missed call, how may we help you”?

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Big FM Balaji - Cross talk

92.7 BIG FM's BEST OF CROSS TALK WITH BALAJI - SALOMIA ISAI KHUZU by 92.7 BIG FM BALAJI

Radio Jockeying - A must skill for all...

Very recently, I came across a link in Facebook about a radio jockey who makes prank calls to people, mostly referred by the friends and relatives of listeners of 92.7 BIG FM.

Often we do get these kind of calls from friends. You definitely need to possess a cool attitude and a quick wit to out smart the caller. Listen to these audio recordings of the "Cross talk" and let me know if you have come across such incidents. This definitely is a stress buster. Njoi!!!

http://soundcloud.com/balajipatturaj/tracks?page=1

Niranjan B'day

Drish, A new home, a sweet begining!

ஹைக்கூ கவிதை

Arun Parthiban

Awesome!

Skandagiri...

I had no clue what is in waiting for me when I joined the BASC team at the esteem mall bus stop when I decided to scale Skandagiri on 27th Nov'10. I knew its going to be fun as skandagiri challenges your ability to climb altitude and my very first visit to the place was nothing but a hilarious one.

Having nothing much to do on a weekend, I insisted that Arun joined me for the trek. He did, happily. The other reason why I chose to go with BASC is Sathish. This man is made of Red bull, Gatorade and laughing gas. His sense of humor will keep you alive and active. A good leader who can lead his pack to the destination with nothing but a fun-filled journey. There is a lot to learn from him as he carries a deep character and maturity . We started as decided and took the road to skandagiri betta. Azhar in his Hero Honda Hunk proved why a 150 CC bike is always better than a 125 CC one. A few Royal Enfields joined us with its signature sound. I really want to own a royal Enfield, a Thunder Bird would do.

When we stopped at the T junction where the road leads to Nandi Hills, for all to re-group and go together, the cops came with their so called authority and abused us that the youth is making Nandi hills a wretched place. True, may be a few... not all.

3 bikers showed us an interesting fireworks by pressing the center stand against the road while the bikes were on the move. That created sparkles on the road. At night, it was even more fascinating. Now I knew why the policemen were mad at us. After parking the vehicles at a safe place near the base and while waiting for others to join, I took a power nap on leaning against a temple pillar.

Carry a torch, a litre of water, wear a good Jerkin, travel lite and go with friends. My personal opinion is to carry a beer. ( Not allowed when you go with BASC). Drop that idea when you have girls in your gang.

The trek started very smooth. You know very well, that anything starts very smooth wouldn't remain that way for too long! After 3 hours of various pace in climbing, breaks and jokes, we reached the summit.

It was dark and Ice cold, but it was filled with energetic people who braved to push the mountain beneath their feet. Hurrah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We made it!

Wait the best is yet to come...

Our antakshari at the chilly mountain moved the nature Gods and ordered the sky to throw a silver lining on the horizon. All rushed to the sunrise point to get the best view of Sun that was ready to come out of its blanket of clouds. There started the inexplicable display of mother nature's soap opera.

Blue, magenta, orange, Sky blue, green, white... She changed her attire every second making us marvel at her abundant ability to be volatile. Thank God! I didn't carry my camera along. The clouds caressed us with its invisible touch, paraded in front of our eyes in all possible shapes. Moved around, ran around, covered the near by hills and disclosed it again after a breeze drove it away. Nandi hills was a visual treat from Skandagiri. It looked like a black forest chocolate flake inserted on a vanilla ice cream bucket! Someone help me in describing it Please. Now I learn, the best things in life are the ones that are very hard to explain in words. Cos when you fail to explain, perhaps, there are only three reasons.

1. Its really awesome
2. There is no equal or matching vocabulary to key in exactly what you experienced through your eyes, nose and all the senses that made you feel that experience.
3. The impact was too huge, you went numb!

Think again, how many times you've used the word "Awesome"? On all those instances, you've failed to explain things as it is. Awesome!!!

Thank you Satish ( BASC ) for arranging such a wonderful trek. I caught up with a lot of friends that have been appreciating and criticizing my photography through face book and Orkut. It was nice meeting all.

If this is your first visit to my blog and if you are wondering what BASC is?

Take a peek at http://www.bangaloreascenders.org/. Trust me it changes your life for good! It did for me!

Let me know your comments. Good and constructive, it makes me write more!

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Seva Sadan

Ananya Bangalore has always welcomed me to their programmes. A big thanks to Dr.Raghavendra. Here are a few clicks of mine at Seva Sadan. Meghna & Vandana are delight to watch!

Diwali Eve - office

The first time I tried a Strobe. Vivitar 3200A did not disappoint me!

Playing Clouds

Fathima Church, Gandhipuram.

Remember the Kamalhasan's movie " Oru Kaidhiyin Diary", where he comes out of the jail and dramatically pushes open the huge gates of a Church? If you do, Its Fathima church! My play ground, a meeting spot and my time-pass location. I would lay on the grass, look into the sky to see the painting of the day, the formation of clouds! An elephant's trunk, a horse's head, a bald man, back of a woman, a running rabbit, tail of a whale... clouds threw enough shapes for me to speculate. This made me create my own surreal world to enhance my creativity. As a Piscean I always love the abstract more than the concrete. Clouds... like water, fire, smoke and rain, this beauty has something new always. Like a finger print this is very unique every single time.

Maya. The smoke...

I have an inexplicable inclination towards this continuously volatile smoke. As a matter of fact, I love it.The sadhu's of Kasi with their chillum, smoking to glory. a coal engine train with its dust of smoke, a wanting heart waiting for an answer to her problems at the ram temple with the incense smoke adding comfort, a crying son on seeing his dad's funeral pyre smoke, bright eyes of a model brightened up with a smokey make up around the lashes.... Smoke has something for me every time I had a tryst with it. Confusion, indecisiveness, mayhem, change, rest, relaxation, new beginning, serene, and attractive - all inclusive in this captivating yet untouchable smoke.

Smoke is not just smoke, it has life in it. I like it.

Here is my rendition of exposing it! Let me know if you liked it!

The moon, my cleanser!

In my childhood days, whenever I was afraid of any of my mistakes or hurt my brother and or anything that I feel guilty of doing it, I would try to isolate myself from the deafening crowd, find a lonely place and hide myself. As days passed by, I would find some place that is dark, sit for sometime, contemplate, reprimand myself. This activity took a different angle , one day I when I was sitting in dark, the Moon emerged out of the dark blanket of clouds, I watched it in amazement. I felt it symbolizes that I am cleansed of my mistakes, my fear and now I am a new man. Today, I took my camera to my terrace and watched the moon, it didn't cleanse me. I silently watched it, "You are beyond redemption and salvation", heard a voice from somewhere... Is that you moon?!

Tried & Tested

A few tests proved to be okay. This taught a lot, would try some more with the lessons learnt as the platform.

7 - 8 pm Power cuts

Today's power cut was utilized to click my neighbor Deepti's pictures, just the candle light as source of light.

Yahoo building, Bagmane Tech Park

YAHOOOOO!!!

The more I click, the more I feel clicking this building in various weather & lighting conditions. While on the way back home, stopped at this building and shot it with a Tripod. Clicked a couple of other pics of BHEL gate while the traffic was too heavy and everyone was in a rush to go home. I was immensely surprised by the madness surrounded by a traffic policeman. He was unperturbed facing the dirt, blaring horns, impatient motorists, and the speeding buses. He gestured left and right to manage the madness with the precision of an opera organizer. Hats off!!!

These pics are not edited or tried on HDR.

My Jewel Fish just laid more than 100 eggs and I captured it this time!

My notorious jewel fish pair appeared to be very normal, very rare. Calm, yet an unknown discomfort could be seen through out their swim. Just then Raina got out against the kings eleven Punjab, I saw something very unusual on the stones that were placed inside the tank. OoowwaaW.... on the palm size stone, there were eggs glittering, just like their mother, more than a hundred and she was still laying. My joy knew no bounds. Clicked, checked and clicked again for more closer shots. Here they are... for you to njoi!!!!

The day I was waiting for...

Sunday 21st March, 2010

06:45 Am

When my alarm snoozed 05:30 am, I was still in slumber speculating whether to venture out or not. I've always told suki that I wanted to click the pigeons in front of the Amber High court building. Parked my bike near the high court as there was enough security to safeguard my beloved Arjun (My Bajaj Discover DTSI - SI). It was very pleasing to see lens men like me carrying a Nikon or a Canon, clicking and reviewing immediately with a noticeable smile on their face. Dad's with curious kids, shuttle cork enthusiasts, obese men and women walking so fast thinking that the body fat may just melt through their legs. Fitness folks running and Jogging in colorful cotton and branded shoes. A lady with 8-10 Labradors, practicing yoga in their company. She didn’t bother the ogling crowd when she was on a "Tree Pose". In fact they were looking at all her postures as she was too attractive for her age. I simply liked her Attitude. A crowd practicing laughter therapy and bending exercise, a few watching them wondering what makes these guys laugh for nothing? Skaters with head gears, a few reading news paper, some lost in their reminiscence of the past, a few working to get the Six pack that shahid flaunts with. Girls, wondering at the size of the Hounds and Danes. Tall daughter - short father, Caring mother - smoking dad, Kind hearted people feeding the pigeons and stray dogs - Cubbon Park is full of life.

A curious on looker said “someone hung himself from a tree, go click. You are from the press right?” Just moved away from him, why would I click someone who is stupid enough to die in a world full of life? Who knows what his problem was. May be, caught in a Love triangle.

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