April 20, 2014

A cup of coffee in my hands and a laptop on my desk, a swivel chair to sit on, with nothing but a lungi on, I began writing this Easter morning.

Writing about what? you may ask.

So I've come up with the perfect idea to soothe your genuine curiosities with.

I am writing about me, the Indian.

Why? What's so new about it?

Well, isn't that itching enough to read? Even before we started bleeding our sins into these machines of modern era, we were once a clustered group of nature lovers. Today, as we survive in these slowly turning concrete jungles of hatred and despair, let us look back at what we've lost along the way. Our integrity is at stake as none of us really like each other anymore. Even if we have no choice but to do, we hide the truth behind plastic smiles that were professionally scripted thanks to the abundance of cheap dentistry at our side.  

Nature lovers?

Huh! Old might be still gold, but who needs Gold anyways? Diamonds are the new trend! So your favorite quote is now smitten upon but some substitute made of carbon! Think about it. Why do we need the wealth of nature when our beloved homes bling around diamonds?

Life gets easy with these new advancements. True that! Yet, why are we not happy? We turn our homes and cities into indigenous master-pieces taking care to cut down trees that obstruct the view or even the very foundations of our lovely homes. But how many of us really try to plant a new one in place of it. If you look at the cities these days, all the lovely trees that used to shade the roads are now being cut to pave way for our technological advancements to be established. Metros, concrete buildings and every other mall is a part of the story behind the destruction of our once beautiful cities.

I am not against development. I fully support it. But all I am asking is what have we done post-development stage? Have we provisioned new trees in front of our shopping malls? No!

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Open your eyes you fools! Think about the future of these cities! What would become of these if we don’t give room to some trees? Of course they might obstruct your underground pipelines or other links, but still, leave at least one tree in that parking lot area which you've concreted away. Isn't it better even for your cars to be parked under the shade? Desperate measures are to be taken to re-initiate common sense and the need to keep our areas cooler.  The beauty of your architecture is never compromised even if a few trees are standing! Learn from the Arabs and Persians!


The El Nino factor is definitely going to be mind-blowing over the coming years. And if you don’t want to rot away in that, keep you places intact. Or else your kids whom you've nurtured with more than sufficient knowledge will hold you responsible for it!

April 15, 2014

Seeking Light in the Darkness
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Even in darkness, the flower seeks light; we humans are no different!

P.S.: Shot at Edathua, Alappuzha, Kerala, India with 50mm prime lens and Canon EOS 600D

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"I love like a leaf in the wind..." - Jared Kintz

P.S.: Shot on a windy day at the heart of Kochi.
Gear: Canon EOS 600D and 50mm Prime lens.
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March 04, 2014


This is the photograph I took of the Scarlet that flew outside my window. 

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March 03, 2014

The Lonely Candy Man!
by Anoop Mathai Mathew

Battling both Sun and Rain,
His shadows walked the sand;
In an eager effort to feed his kin,
Who awaited their sibling's grand...!

P.S.: Picture Taken at Alappuzha Beach by Anoop Mathai Mathew for The Imperfect Snap.

February 20, 2014


Was just having some fun with these photographs. They are after-all my cousin's pets, and are quite awesome creatures. 

Photography is all about the fun you have isn't it?

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This is the Cat who has conquered my attic. The view you are seeing is the view that I get from my bed at night.

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June 15, 2013

It had been a long time. By long, I mean long enough to forget all about ourselves and where we came from. We had grown apart and now lacked the coordination that once glued us together. On recalling the past, a rush of excitement and sheer loss filled my heart. A ceremonial event was required to refurbish our minds to adapt into the realm of friendship. Being schoolmates didn't instill any sort of alumni enthusiasm as the years faded away. Time had inked our past as a story in each of our chapters. We never thought we could get closer again – the few of us.

The Chaos in the Chatter
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By birth - a victim of war, and by growth - a social cynic, I was stuck in India with the unusual urge to commit myself to patriotism. The country had inspired my mind to bloom in thought. The nature and the naturist scenes of life portrayed, displayed a naive impact in my heart. Time again, I felt lonely.  No amount of pleasure could soothe my inner thirst. I wanted more than the life that I lived. Feeling an inner urge to get back in touch with my friends kept lingering in the back of my mind. I longed for people to respond in the social network. Due to the chaotic life circumstances and a billion other things to do, people never got the time to get together and converse. Even if they did, the conversation would not last for more than a couple of minutes. I didn't know any of my friends like I did before. They were all strangers to me, who were once part of a meaningful past. The greatest curse mankind has got is loss of memory. You tend to forget things and people. Time does not heal often. You need to heal.
We all want to be heard, but do we listen?
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One night, while lazing at home, an idea surged into my head. I was introduced to WeChat by a colleague, and he said that it was a good form of getting in touch. I did not take it seriously at first. On exploring through the internet, I found out that it was reliable. So I installed it that night into my smartphone. After leaving school, I had kept in touch with only a hand full of friends and that too once in a blue moon. School life in my foster-motherland of Kuwait was exciting. Evening tuition and hangouts at various shopping malls and street corners was a thing of my past. But now, I had only about five friends in my contact list to cherish those memories with. Nonetheless, I added them on a group in WeChat. 

Creating a connection
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At first, it wasn't easy to get everyone to come online. But when they all did, it was like Christmas in summer! And with Christmas comes lots of fun. We began our occasional chatting, and recollecting of the past. My batch mates are scattered all over the world, and the ones close to me were the ones in India – the ones I was chatting with. I wanted to expand my boundaries and be in touch with everyone around the globe, at the same time. So began my search for contact details. I kept pulling out all links I could grab my hands on. It felt like creating a miniature social networking platform. More and more folks were added, and the conversation and gossips never stopped. We were live 24/7 thanks to the fact that people were there in various corners of the world. Most of us flooded the Indian subcontinent, Pakistan and Bangladesh, while a few of us were stranded all over the USA, UK and Canada. Three of them even found their way to the Caribbean Islands, and one drifted off to Australia. I couldn't sleep on the first night of celebration, and everyone was equally excited. The reality had struck us by storm, and it felt like a rain of blessing to be alive and together again – talking, fighting and loving each other’s company. I had recreated my classroom that was believed to be lost and scattered five years ago! We had engineers and engineering graduates, doctors, teachers and business professionals in our batch. We also brought in one of our teachers every now and then to enhance the classroom atmosphere. What turned out as a lazy evening thing, has now become a daily activity. Lucky for me, all my friends all well off and most of them have started working. It's hard to say when a real reunion is possible, but the foundation stone has been laid - it'll be done with time in our favour!

A glimpse of the Recipe!
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Now our group is live almost all the time, and people stay in touch. We no longer ignore each other, and are cool about the transformation from childish plays to adulthood pranks. At least we all got each others' contact numbers. All thanks to WeChat!

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May 19, 2013

Think of all the wonderful and delicious brands of chocolate that you've ever eaten  Doesn't your mouth water at the mere thought? I was no different. As a kid, I was mom's pet. And she looked after me like a teddy bear. Yes, that did make me a plump teddy. Even today, I remember how mom used to feed me, most of the time forcibly. She would give me that stare that meant it all. "Eat, or else you'll get sick", she'd say. But when I often neglected her pricey speech, she would come behind me with the hot spatula; and needless to say I did get my share of hot pancakes on my palm! However, even though I did not like the healthy diet she planned for me, I loved chocolate, just like the Beast loved Cinderella...wait...was it Cinderella? or Sleeping Beauty? I don't remember now! Anyways, chocolate was beauty, and I just adore it.

Even-though I lived in a desert, there were not many storms that surged into my life. My summer vacations however ruined me. It was on one such quite-a-boring day when it all began. I was left alone at home without a playmate. My sister was not born at that time, and me being a loner had not much to do. I'd sit all day in front of the television and waste time on it till my heart oozed contentment, and my eyes found their pair of spectacles. Watching cartoons and playing video games was a part of my daily routine. This often clustered with the needless couch potato in me, attained a stage where I'd clumsily crouch onto the sofa, with my heavy foot on the edge, and a bite on my hand. A delicious hot bite was almost formidable to any decree. The inner animal within me had the instinct of a fox, and the capacity of a hippo!

In the beginning...


It was my favorite hobby to hunt for stuff in my own home. The television show 'Finders Keepers' had a major role in motivating me, and my mom would often scold me for leaving the place in a huge mess, needless to say, after raiding her secret storage of goodies! Mom used to say, "Where will I hide these from you Anu? I guess I'd have to carry them with me wherever I go...". True story! Whenever someone came to visit us, there would be literally nothing to drink on the fridge, or a snack to offer; it'd all have happily churned in my stomach, or probably gone down the drain!


Once upon a time, this was Me!!
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This was a rather bad habit which I am not proud of. I was quite a boring guy back then because of my boring appeal, and extra ordinary boring life. I didn't do anything outside the box that made people go crazy about me. I did however try to learn Tae-Kwon-Doe, but once they told me I'd have to beat another guy down to earn another colored belt, I simply chose Ahimsa to enhance Gandhiji's path. Then for a while it was music gone ga-ga and la-la; I started off at the school choir as a male Tenor and also went for a year of Piano coaching. This did not change my habit of hogging onto almost anything sweet. Then it happened...
They warned me on TV,
I didn't bother to change.
Dentists and other doctors,
They all speak the same!
Homework and essays,
Pulled me back to my chair,
Headache and tooth decay,
It was starting to scare…!
Then one night it happened,
My gums slowly swelled;
I “ouch”ed with sour laughter
And ran to mom's lap.
Afterwards, all I could remember,
Was a fat solely syringe,
That stuck to my mouth,
When the dentist, he said:
“Brush your little soldiers,
Twice in a day,
And no more chocolate,
Or your teeth will sway!”

Teenage years...


Life had seen it's share of shimmers. Teenage meant the world to me. I joined evening tuition for the sake of learning my subjects. My good friends also accompanied me, and we took our creativity-home-wasting-time outside. The world looked better with bigger shopping malls and lots of nooks and cranny corners which kids of my age liked to explore. Of course, draining dad's pocket for more delicious goodies had become a hobby by then, and so did putting on weight. Weekend eat-outs at well known restaurants had become a thing of teenage passion. Whilst enjoying myself, I never cared for my health. Food bits would live unattended inside my mouth, and chicken flesh and chocolate spots would remain as memoirs in between my creaking teeth. 

One fine night, I was having a feast with my family and a few relatives. We had arrived a little earlier than usual, and it was time for serving the buffet. I stuffed my plate with all the exotics I could find, until I got stares from everyone nearby. After achieving my goal of filling my plate, I returned to my seat and took a large bite off the mouth watering sheesh kabab. My gums started to ache. I mourned and run to my mom. She pulled me towards her and stared at my mouth. "I thought you'd take care of your teeth at-least when you're grown up. No. You're grounded!", she said, and off I went with her to the dentist. The dentist gave me a quick injection to relieve me off my pain, and left me with a warning to keep my teeth clean always - a warning that I never heeded to! 


mouth watering???
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Young Adult and Graduation...

Years went by. Inspite of repeated advice from my mother, I never bothered to change my habits and neglected my body and it's needs completely - sometimes even half-brushing my teeth in a hurry! Life did change in the end. During my first year at college, I had to make a major visit to the dentist, following which I had to remove two messed up teeth, and wear a set of braces for almost three years of my college life! Food and water seemed worthless to me. So did the goodies! I hated everything neat and nice, as I was accustomed to all the raw and bad. Food tasted like shit. Even my mouth felt disgusting. I could not enjoy food like old times. I had lost my appetite, ruined my health, and ended up being slimmer. Life was kolaveri

teeth killer!!!
Image Courtesy: My Santiago Dentists
Finally the day arrived, I got my teeth all set and shiny. However, my heart and tongue kept longing for old habits, but my mind kept reminding me to stay off. I failed again to the delights of taste. After an year, I was back again at the dentist's; and this time along with all the minor repairing, tuning, and paint jobs, I had to undergo a painful operation to remove my falsely paired wisdom teeth. It was almost graduation, and I could hardly sway. It had to be done. Over. I informed my mom about my experience, and guess what she told me; "This is what happens when you ignore warning signs...and your mom's advice", she said. I had learned my lesson! Now I brush twice a day and also use a mouth wash to keep my mouth clean. What a change huh?

Moral of the Story: "If thy tongue has no appetite, then thou must chew without wisdom!" 
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