postcard lessons [3

This is for,

two brilliant girls, 

two brilliant aquarians 

and me. 

sum total= 4.

[Happy Birthday Tris <3 ]

(c) Meghana Naidu

www.subtle-signs.blogspot.com

Photo information:

Brussels,

Oct 19, 2006

Exposure: 1/50 sec
Aperture: 2.6
Focal Length: 5.8mm
Flash Used: No

adorable rascal #3 frame 2 & 3

 frame 2 "options"  

Jan 19, 2010

Exposure: 1/60 sec
Aperture: 2.6
Focal Length: 5.8mm
Flash Used: Yes

frame 2 "sweet delight "

Jan 27, 2010

Exposure: 1/60 sec
Aperture: 2.6
Focal Length: 5.8mm
Flash Used: Yes

more here "Belaku" 
(c) Meghana Naidu 
www.subtle-signs.blogspot.com


__

postcard lessons [2

(and, i know you will)

(c) Meghana Naidu
www.subtle-signs.blogspot.com

Photo information:

Le Grand Place

Brussels,

Oct 19, 2006

Exposure: 1/1600 sec

Aperture: 5.6

Focal Length: 5.8mm

Flash Used: No


They sang

adorable rascal #3 frame 1

"Belaku"

(belaku: kannada for light) 

(c) Meghana Naidu
www.subtle-signs.blogspot.com

Jan 19, 2010

Exposure: 1/60 sec
Aperture: 2.6
Focal Length: 5.8mm
Flash Used: Yes

postcard lessons [1

Brussels 

(c) Meghana Naidu

www.subtle-signs.blogspot.com


Oct 19, 2006

Exposure: 1/500 sec

Aperture: 3.2
Focal Length: 7.9mm
Flash Used: No

New words New song 

adorable rascal #2 frame 2

how you doin' 

Photo information

(c) Meghana Naidu

www.subtle-signs.blogspot.com

Dec 25, 2009

Exposure: 1/60 sec

Aperture: 2.6
Focal Length: 5.8mm
Flash Used: No

adorable rascal #2 frame 1

nik "the silent worker"

Photo information

(c) Meghana Naidu

www.subtle-signs.blogspot.com

Dec 25, 2009

Exposure: 1/100 sec

Aperture: 2.6
Focal Length: 5.8mm
Flash Used: No

adorable rascal #1

"cherry baby"

Photo information

(c) Meghana Naidu

www.subtle-signs.blogspot.com

Dec 25, 2009

Exposure: 1/50 sec

Aperture: 2.6
Focal Length: 5.8mm
Flash Used: No

familiar

they still make me smile,
love, even though i dont;
you dont. maybe
its because i've,
forgotten all the
hurt. or maybe
its because i've,
forgiven what was
base. or maybe
its because i'm.
just downright stupid.


but you know better
than most 
don't you,
that none of those three
are true.
that it is because,
during all the hurt,
you just stopped 
being you.

tonight i know i cannot sleep; words, just words, offer no release.

I,

live life break mind close eyes laugh lies

sew hope lay claim heal self stay out
I,

dance true play nice love scorn rule high

care less want all buy time sow doubt
I,

dye dream slip not feel right know more

take turn write mess blot own choke shout
I,

leave sense force thought fail faith find shore

add note make chance tie down lose count

trick question

"I have the choice of being constantly active

and happy or

introspectively passive

and sad. Or

I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

-Sylvia Plath"

error detection and Correction.

you'd listen you say;

and the right thing to do 

would be to start; but then

im afraid i wont be 

able to stop, and then 

at some point, you'd 

start defending yourself; and that 

would just make me wrong, 

by default; now that

just wouldnt be right, 

would it.

yeah, i thought so. good 

night.

image courtesy maggie fitts

change. for freedom and peace

" We welcome change and openness; for we believe that freedom and security go together, that the advance of human liberty can only strengthen the cause of world peace. There is one sign the Soviets can make that would be unmistakable, that would advance dramatically the cause of freedom and peace. General Secretary Gorbachev, if you seek peace, if you seek prosperity for the Soviet Union and eastern Europe, if you seek liberalization, come here to this gate. Mr. Gorbachev, open this gate. Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall. "
In a speech at the Brandenburg Gate commemorating the 750th anniversary of Berlin on June 12, 1987, Ronald Reagan challenged Mikhail Gorbachev, then the General Secretary of the Communist Party of theSoviet Union, to tear down the wall as a symbol of increasing freedom in the Eastern Bloc.

The same day, the bustling city of Vasco-da-gama was surviving a rainstorm; and at the Vasco hospital, a baby girl silently became a part of this troubled world.

Me.

Years passed oblivious to the knowledge of sharing my day with a event of such high import.

Yet, there existed a very strong connection of interest with the German struggle, which began before, and went beyond the high school history text books.

Years later, this would be termed uncanny, with discovery of the obscure similarity.

Today, on November the 9th, it has been 2 long decades since the wall of pain crumbled.

the first step towards the emancipation of germany turns 20;

and I, a few measly days over 22.

To most of you reading this, the nexus between the cold war and my existance will seem forced, deliberate, entirely megalomaniacal and altogether narcissistic. So, let me stress that I am not professing my birth to be a supernatural miracle or a momentous event of the highest order.

This is merely a naive attempt to connect the gossamer strands of serendipity, in hope that it will provide a foundation for something more sustainable.

Irrespective of what followed in the future, the day marked the beginning of the End of the Cold war, which had cost more lives than it saved, the end of a Dark era, the end of pain, alienation, loss, hostility, hurt.

a Change for the better

a Change for moving ahead, moving on

a Change for freedom and peace.

and today ,

I do the same.

dissociative.

(c) image copyright to Meghana Naidu, 2009

thoughts Escape;
twist away
from my mind.
archived threads
(my microfilm life,)
weave around my fingers.

light unfurls;
as If
from a hidden core.
the rays burst
force to reveal
(its etched memories.)

Amidst this
i stand,
a sombre witness
to vivid apparitions;
(autoscopic reality)
which i never created.

They mock.
Refusing to stay
I walk
on (altered) Consciousness.
and take flight,
leaving It behind.

...I walk on consciousness and take flight leaving consciousness behind...

Milly the moth.

"I'm Milly the Moth,
And I fly at night.
To call me a butterfly,
Would not be right.
If you open the window,
And put on the light,
I might come and see you,
One fine summer's night."

-Porter G

Photograph (c) Meghana Naidu

Refer to bottom of page for more details

ಅಮ್ಮ

Although i claim to dabble in photography, ive never posted anything here till now.

This one is the first, of many more i think :)

In the frame: My ಅಮ್ಮ (mother) and the little darling's name is ಬೆಳಕು (belaku- meaning 'light')

All content on the blog is protected by copyright laws.
Refer to bottom of the page for more details.

Night.

Thoughts flutter.
moth wings soft and shimmery,
slow dance. from inside the dark,
into the night light.

They morph, hide.
They escape, only to be found again.

They pause, stay.
they dance and come out to play.

And while they stay,
sleep eludes.
night grows long,
heavy eyes droop,
reason sleeps.

And then,
caught in this sweet maze,
shy dreams smile.

Ramblings...

Its not oft'en that moonlight breaks crystal wide.
But when it does, look away.

For what is but oh-so-obvious in the haze of the night;
Is mighty elusive in the sharp shadows of noon.

And if the 'true' escapes from cool eventide too....
Where then will you seek it?