Hey, i wished to be a Koala (when i was a kid). Turning me into a Panda (just because i grew up) isn't deference. See the difference?
Monday, March 09, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Of you and we and their doubles
Have you ever wondered why 'W' is pronounced double-U?
I have the answer. It's because it looks like a pair of cascaded Us, UU, double-U.
Some of you might have an argument for VV, double-V ? Let me explain.
You see, the creator of the english alphabet had some not-so-smart neighbors. And, Creator-English Alphabet, wasn't a very high paying job either. Regular wagers with his foolish neighbors was the creator's additional source of income. What did they bet on? Only the most popular game of the pre-alphabet era, The Flip a Coin contest. The creator always fancied his chances playing the neighbors. The neighbors would say, "Heads you win, tails we lose." They also believed that if they kept playing, they'd get better. And so the creators fortune multiplied.
Cut to the day when the creator had to decide between double-U and double-V. His eyes fall on the lose change returned for his one cutting-chai. A smile envelopes his face as he thinks - heads U wins; tails V loses. Apparently elated with his play on the alphabet, the creator flips a coin. Honest.
P.S. Hey, Soul, you still do take me seriously, don't you? ;-)
I have the answer. It's because it looks like a pair of cascaded Us, UU, double-U.
Some of you might have an argument for VV, double-V ? Let me explain.
You see, the creator of the english alphabet had some not-so-smart neighbors. And, Creator-English Alphabet, wasn't a very high paying job either. Regular wagers with his foolish neighbors was the creator's additional source of income. What did they bet on? Only the most popular game of the pre-alphabet era, The Flip a Coin contest. The creator always fancied his chances playing the neighbors. The neighbors would say, "Heads you win, tails we lose." They also believed that if they kept playing, they'd get better. And so the creators fortune multiplied.
Cut to the day when the creator had to decide between double-U and double-V. His eyes fall on the lose change returned for his one cutting-chai. A smile envelopes his face as he thinks - heads U wins; tails V loses. Apparently elated with his play on the alphabet, the creator flips a coin. Honest.
P.S. Hey, Soul, you still do take me seriously, don't you? ;-)
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
RYB
Last i knew, the primary colors were Red, Green and Blue. RGB.
I had a heated debate with a photographer from London who insisted that the primary colors are Red, Yellow and Blue. RYB.
I am supposed to know this not only as a photography enthusiast but also as a fundamental that falls under the purview of my professional competence.
Did my teachers lie to me? :-(
I had a heated debate with a photographer from London who insisted that the primary colors are Red, Yellow and Blue. RYB.
I am supposed to know this not only as a photography enthusiast but also as a fundamental that falls under the purview of my professional competence.
Did my teachers lie to me? :-(
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Oeuvre de Shashank
For those of you who are interested, I've started posting on my photoblog, Oeuvre de Shashank. It's only 3 posts, i.e., 3 photographs old.
Btw, you can find the permalink to Oeuvre de Shashank on the right column of this blog.
I'm still working on the design and page info but that hasn't stopped me from posting there. :-)
I hope to see you there and more importantly I solicit your critique and/or comment on my skill or lack thereof.
Btw, you can find the permalink to Oeuvre de Shashank on the right column of this blog.
I'm still working on the design and page info but that hasn't stopped me from posting there. :-)
I hope to see you there and more importantly I solicit your critique and/or comment on my skill or lack thereof.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Love actually!
Our love
was like fiction
in the making.
You, a fountain pen.
I, a blank sheet.
You wanted to
doodle a magical web.
I was being
myself - blotting paper.
Together, we were disaster.
was like fiction
in the making.
You, a fountain pen.
I, a blank sheet.
You wanted to
doodle a magical web.
I was being
myself - blotting paper.
Together, we were disaster.
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