The Truth About Me-self

Ideally, this should have been the first post in my blog. But I was not aware that my name - Ekanthapadhikan - would raise such curiosity among others. In fact, I never gave a second thought to it when I had to choose a nick name for me-self. Eventually, I noticed that people who could make sense out of my nick name liked it and others (maybe) took it for a real name. And for those who thought it to be my real name, well, it's not. It's a nick name that I've been using for a long time now, though I started using it in public forums only recently. Well, well Ekanthapadhikan  means 'A lonely wanderer' - 'Ekan' means 'lonely' and 'Padhikan' means a person who walks around. This is a word in my mother tongue, Malayalam and it is never used as a real name. It's a qualifying word that explains the state of being of a man. And why did I choose this name? The answer is simple. Throughout my life till date, I've always found me-self to be ...

Ok! So here I go. This is my this week's post for ' Sunday In My City '. First of all, thanks to Unknown Mami  who introduced such a wonderful concept to me. For people like me who are interested in photography this is a celebration. I have chosen my favourite weekend spot in my place - the Shangumugham Beach. I have many pleasant memories of this place. This was a regular weekend hangout for my family when my Dad was alive. I still remember playing in the sands with my sister when we were little kids. Anyways... Let me not go into that story now. To begin with, let me take excuse for my rather long post this is going to be. There are around 34 pics. that I'd posting in this. I thought  of getting only around 10 pics. but ended up taking 40 + pics. Couldn't decide which not to include. So after much thought and re-thoughts here I'm, presenting to you all my favourite weekend hangout in 29 pics. Kanayi Kunjiraman's 'Nude' This is one of the first...

Yesterday while I was riding back home from one of my friend's house, there was this man, dark, balding, short and probably in his mid 40-s, showing his thump to every other motorbike that passed him. It was almost three quarters past 11 at night and the last town bus would have passed by around 11. I could understand his predicament 'coz I had been in his position many times in my past before I owned a motorbike for myself. And it used to be only rarely when someone took pity at my situation and offered me a lift. I didn't have to think twice before I offered to help him. Well, I'm aware of the dangers of such human helps. I have heard too many of bizarre happenings that had happened to people who thought themselves to be good samaritans, from the news daily and otherwise. Anyways... Overwhelmed by gratitude he confessed that he was a little drunk. I said it was alright. He then asked me whether I was married? I said I was not old enough to get married. H...