tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-192676262024-02-07T18:11:31.079-08:00Cockroach in CocktailA way of life, a mood of meditation, a journey of communication, a punch of passion, a voyage of vision...Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.comBlogger166125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-56994247474682677062016-04-26T00:23:00.000-07:002016-04-26T00:25:48.066-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.542857142857143; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
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Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-783520164839935502015-04-21T09:49:00.003-07:002015-04-21T09:51:12.453-07:00The Old Man at the Beach<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I met this man at Basent Nagar beach today and this is what happened...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I was sitting at the beach. A young mother and her little boy came and sat near me. This old man who was been begging in the area, came close and asked her for money.
The little boy, hardly 3 years old, shouted at him "No no. I dont have any money.". It looked like he was been following what his parents normally do, but in a more innocent way. The beggar gently took a biscuit packet from his pocket and said "Oh is it? Then shall I give you something back." It looked like he was quite angry with the mom and child and was mocking at them. The mother just smiled and politely gave that biscut packet back. She then walked away with the kid. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The old man then came close to me. He was murmuring something. I was expecting these words from his mouth with that angry expression he carried on his face. "Uhh, see sir how these days kids are behaving." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Instead he said " Look sir, I am so surprised. How smart the kids are these days. So cute isnt it ? At his age, I was so scared to talk to anyone" And he just walked away... with the same expression... </span></div>
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Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-23290632956364098352014-07-30T21:48:00.002-07:002014-09-27T03:24:48.704-07:00KNMMES Charitable Complex<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="350" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/JwFhenErtVw?list=UU_mK8QpNnrKtuAiH2do5hnA" width="400"></iframe>Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-82515516985690115292013-10-14T03:16:00.003-07:002013-10-14T03:16:35.113-07:00eGo<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/XfcWsoMlR20" width="420"></iframe><br />
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An impromptu workshop short film done by the support of my BA Journalism Students, Madras Christian College.Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-82151187428149851662013-08-09T22:37:00.002-07:002013-08-09T22:37:59.486-07:00Ashin City Tours & Travels Ltd, UK<iframe width="400" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/Vcpip7Huqcs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-48395435729155495732013-08-09T22:31:00.000-07:002013-08-09T22:31:37.412-07:00Talway Education Pvt Ltd<iframe width="400" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/K5RfxANpHhU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-32641157519911873942013-07-31T18:47:00.001-07:002013-07-31T18:51:26.176-07:00Attitude <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-44701926346335376342012-11-18T19:13:00.002-08:002012-11-18T19:16:47.045-08:00Aakkam- To the Hands that Mould<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-79662545057984433212012-09-15T22:01:00.002-07:002012-09-15T22:02:02.834-07:00Cockroach in Cocktail Showreel<iframe width="400" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KeHe33VaPb0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-31509687568786531292012-07-12T20:39:00.003-07:002012-07-12T20:46:38.466-07:00Golden Bay Resort Theatre Release<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Cockroach in Cocktail releases our Ad for Golden Bay Resorts at Satyam Cinemas and AGS today for Ajith starring film Billa 2. Very excited :) Three Cheers to the whole team</span><a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=511083232" href="https://www.facebook.com/meens123" style="cursor: pointer; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;">Meenambika Suthanandam</a><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">, </span><a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100000861313893" href="https://www.facebook.com/sreejith.mohan.9277" style="cursor: pointer; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;">Sreejith Mohan</a><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">, </span><a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1272793384" href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1272793384" style="cursor: pointer; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;">Tittyjoseph Page</a><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">, </span><a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=608641290" href="https://www.facebook.com/georgecwilliams85" style="cursor: pointer; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;">George C.<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"> Williams</span></a><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">, <a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100000095414332" href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000095414332" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">Shiva Kumar</a>, <a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100000758538029" href="https://www.facebook.com/nithya.shree.6" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">Nithya Shree</a>, <a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1484109516" href="https://www.facebook.com/dheendhayal" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">Dheen Dhayal</a>, <a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1079791683" href="https://www.facebook.com/venunikhil" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">Nikhil Venu</a>, <a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=783973979" href="https://www.facebook.com/syamkrishnan77" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">Syam Krishnan</a>. Looking forward to do more good work, more innovative and creative works in future with you all. Thanks a Ton.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“What is so perfect about perfection while perfection itself is a fake
fiction? Common, look at you…!!!” he told his image in the mirror. The image
looked twenty years elder than who he actually is, harmless and kind. Yet true
to its kind it was born with a hunched backbone of helplessness too. It was
just a deliberate reflection of his reality standing outside the mirror,
sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter and sometimes a blend of both, always looking
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followed the same too. The world in front of each of their eyes became wider
and wider - clearer and clearer - as they both came closer and closer. Both had
the same vision in front of their eyes with all the vibrant beauties of life
dancing lavishly in a lustful manner tempting them to live – on quotes ‘mercilessly
joyfully’. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He always criticised his image so cruelly for looking elder, poor and
fake, never realising that the blame is actually reflecting on him. While the
image kept mum, carelessly understanding his agony quietly with a strong belief
in him and his possible capability of attaining that higher end of free mind
and happiness. Truth lied silently watching the born brothers gazing at each
other with two different mindsets. Only the truth realised that the reality
talked less wisdom than his wise counterpart who thought and believed in the
art of living in joy. The image knew that it is much young, richer and real. It
kept faith in him and respected him, in spite of his misbehaviour and
arrogance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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continued to be bad with his reflection while the reflection identified him
with affection. He walked around for some seduction. He grew fake and fake as
the the image grew real and real. It stood higher than him. And one fine day –
No, on a not so fine day as the writer wish to call it – he punched so harshly
on the nose of his reflection. The mirror turned red with the broken glasses
poked in to the flesh on his fingers. Both he and his reflection did bleed RED
in colour. The real and the fake equally shared the pain. They were just the
same. Their worlds were the same. As they came nearer and nearer, the world
became wider and wider- clearer and clearer. That led them come closer and
closer. They kissed each other, towards the lustfully dancing beauties of life.
The image whispered to him with a smile “What is not so perfect about
perfection while perfection itself is partially an art of self affection..!!!
Come, look at you.”</span></div>
</div>Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-27259092581790781312012-06-12T03:13:00.000-07:002012-06-12T03:13:09.101-07:00Golden Bay Resort Project<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F111608293884984167728%2Falbumid%2F5753057786185761233%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-66306427036663027442011-12-20T16:47:00.001-08:002011-12-20T16:48:14.901-08:00My Documentary Showreel<iframe width="410" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/glX6e05knTQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-88721884940905746422011-11-29T10:22:00.001-08:002011-11-29T10:22:35.176-08:00Modelling for Artists @ Newcastle Art Centre<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Farunboses%2Falbumid%2F5664759672086531697%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-27564437146908982612011-11-13T02:22:00.000-08:002011-11-13T02:32:45.234-08:003 Years screening at The Lit & Phil<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><iframe width="400" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BOKUBv6OcJ8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The film '3 Years' was screened on Nov 5, 2011 at the The Literary and Philosophical Society, Newcastle upon Tyne followed by a presentation and Q & A on the same. The event was organized by The North East Screenwriters Group, Newcastle. Thanks to everybody who attended the event and shared their varied experiences, interpretations and opinions on the film. Thanks to the group, especially Keith who organised it, for giving me a chance express my views and the unconventional making of this film. Thanks to Tim, the cello musician friend from Northumberland street who helped me make this film with him. Thanks for everyone who made it a success. Cheers.</span></div><iframe width="400" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/be4vl--HjOc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-48877311395518149852011-10-18T07:24:00.000-07:002011-10-18T07:25:34.268-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpCW8HyOw01HAnWBELyd2rXQWbbCHU9giFME3PTj25VqERa532wZMswIPh7-7n36GNvR8GcAPFxrAeH2HjfAeFdZze4cmlhXU5QocNqppxBKnIGMMuYbs6qAMsFiPVTjvwoR-lOw/s1600/DSC01741.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpCW8HyOw01HAnWBELyd2rXQWbbCHU9giFME3PTj25VqERa532wZMswIPh7-7n36GNvR8GcAPFxrAeH2HjfAeFdZze4cmlhXU5QocNqppxBKnIGMMuYbs6qAMsFiPVTjvwoR-lOw/s320/DSC01741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664838165578090370" border="0" /></a>Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-65863908840702338582011-10-18T02:27:00.000-07:002011-10-18T02:56:00.717-07:003 Years @ Lit & Phil Society Newcastle<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><iframe width="410" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/be4vl--HjOc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">North East Screen writers group organises a screening session for '3 years' @ Literary and Philosophical Society*, Newcastle on November 5th. In the session Tim & I will be talking briefly about the evolution of this film followed by a Q&A session with the viewers. Thanks for all your support.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPKWbcVV7kH3nrwabrJ7r1wRkitlpI4nwLVX0DWslp4ChI9FpJcBX8_LkvmB-ycru0fNb94o5FHPyGxGmDvPbSMU8GWNUA8PA2IBGt8nkyFGZN5VtDDQ3v0pVsnZGXuI8eAYdpXQ/s320/newcastle-lit-and-phil-bolbec-hall-355575992.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664767390586338994" /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">* The </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Literary_and_Philosophical_Society_of_Newcastle_upon_Tyne">Liter</a></span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Literary_and_Philosophical_Society_of_Newcastle_upon_Tyne"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ary and Philosophical Society of Newcastle Upon Tyne</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, f</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ounded in 1793 as a "conversation club" by the </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Turner_(Unitarian_minister)" title="William Turner (Unitarian minister)" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Reverend William Turner</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> and others – more than fifty years before the </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/London_Library" title="London Library" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">London Library</span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> (or the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Lit & Phil</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> as it is popularly known) is a historical library in </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Newcastle_upon_Tyne" title="Newcastle upon Tyne" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Newcastle upon Tyne</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/England" title="England" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">England</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> and the largest </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subscription_library" title="Subscription library" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">independent library</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> outside </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/London" title="London" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">London</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span></span></div>Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-32353828194216638422011-10-17T03:14:00.000-07:002011-10-17T03:19:51.550-07:00Ivan's Childhood<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjS2mY3UwRyQI7a6jOsB-fU-CFZIZzOvem68mbKS4M5n-rPdsh4UrYZBpBepQiRBk-R_3LyS9Q8OJNO3RiIaepKjQuKNrjLKZ2VEPL5d7KQyFBlKGwuTCWiCQo7-LSpVEbjX38Qg/s1600/ivans.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjS2mY3UwRyQI7a6jOsB-fU-CFZIZzOvem68mbKS4M5n-rPdsh4UrYZBpBepQiRBk-R_3LyS9Q8OJNO3RiIaepKjQuKNrjLKZ2VEPL5d7KQyFBlKGwuTCWiCQo7-LSpVEbjX38Qg/s320/ivans.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664402751180204290" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Andrei Tarkovsky's - Ivan's Childhood</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Medium: Ball Pen</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><div class="fbPhotoInlineEditor" id="fbPhotoSnowboxInlineEditor"></div><div class="fbPhotosPhotoFeedback" id="fbPhotoSnowboxFeedback" style="margin-top: 3px; "></div></span>Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-6044761059321459732011-10-11T05:04:00.001-07:002011-10-11T05:06:00.943-07:00He Belonged to the sea...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPQff7XzsEDg6BSPXkktzd-vEjAf9EOOVY0eue9nLO_IZtww8cwIAD1rwDy-ZhFSt4qoT12LnClA2tGIS0AsxGTj3IjUMmAM0lwAIoF56J415LrbqvpEm3uHgEg-HZ1GAlpbUfnQ/s1600/DSC01736.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPQff7XzsEDg6BSPXkktzd-vEjAf9EOOVY0eue9nLO_IZtww8cwIAD1rwDy-ZhFSt4qoT12LnClA2tGIS0AsxGTj3IjUMmAM0lwAIoF56J415LrbqvpEm3uHgEg-HZ1GAlpbUfnQ/s320/DSC01736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662204476288288594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://centurs.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-belonged-to-sea.html">He belonged to the sea</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Medium: Acrylic/ Water paints</div>Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-78745259712101899592011-10-08T06:09:00.000-07:002011-10-09T05:30:48.353-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3OGGctpZhzhqpN4qTg_J-D-1kvRt78uVLx7m1kPyD2W7r6K-sxleOS7yq4CXDbKfRCv9xnT0pWEAgmZluNAdXfPJkTW5J_6G74jWu_73hnk9Sy9T27tRADMJyD6ZhcJNwLENg8g/s1600/hari.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3OGGctpZhzhqpN4qTg_J-D-1kvRt78uVLx7m1kPyD2W7r6K-sxleOS7yq4CXDbKfRCv9xnT0pWEAgmZluNAdXfPJkTW5J_6G74jWu_73hnk9Sy9T27tRADMJyD6ZhcJNwLENg8g/s320/hari.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661107997217473282" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Medium: Acrylic paint</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ajnana-timirandhasya</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">jnananjana-salakaya</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">caksur unmilitam yena</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">tasmai sri-gurave namah</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Bhagvat Gita</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I/Eye was darkened by the cataract of ignorance -</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He/She painted ‘anajanam’ (medicine ink) in my eyes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Letting the light of knowledge enter my sight</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Teacher, I bow to you…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I remember you Grandpa -</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> My first guru who wrote 'Hari Sri' on my tongue</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: 11px; ">Whether it is a tradition from yesterday, today or tomorrow, least bother, I believe that Vidyarambham is something that connects yourself to goodness of mankind. I respect the ideology of treating teacher and the supreme power as one and the same. In my memories I<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "> have my grandpa holding the fingers of toddlers writing hari sri. My Grandmom who suffered from Parkinson disease, for many years used to make us hold her shivering fingers tight to write Hari Sri on the day of Vidyarambham. Both of them were teachers by profession at Nadukkara School, Avoly. I guess, any tradition is good if it connects people breaking the barriers giving self respect and respect for others. I also remember grandpa traveling behind the scooter of a fish seller beside the fish basket, on an inactive 'Kerala Bandh' day morning to go to a temple for children who arrived for Vidyarambham. :) My childhood was a learning from him.</span></span></span></div></span>Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-5054772946088557032011-10-02T07:50:00.000-07:002011-10-02T07:52:04.584-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTKqL6FIUWWSZwEBczlm33BbClFwssb7juwyOdZlnAK8VMK7N0q0H8OwwUQnY9HxQpnPIlYxfPnDGPu7JEvEaRDKKhG71OhK64MaIxX1fNDMV2pSjSGrKsBvAOCHKh2bH1F-T9vg/s1600/DSC01729.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTKqL6FIUWWSZwEBczlm33BbClFwssb7juwyOdZlnAK8VMK7N0q0H8OwwUQnY9HxQpnPIlYxfPnDGPu7JEvEaRDKKhG71OhK64MaIxX1fNDMV2pSjSGrKsBvAOCHKh2bH1F-T9vg/s320/DSC01729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658907648623839666" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXL52DUe367se1GHqhAJ30fnp9CIcU75dlJv3pkLMP3Nh_lKNgOHYUKyrg0EQyqli5aoB8opQa5XT20hztiqQMiiLtkXG9VHKWeZaXGIzTOOrhfmu6OdmKPXWF6dMFeC6TfwBbfQ/s1600/DSC01728.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXL52DUe367se1GHqhAJ30fnp9CIcU75dlJv3pkLMP3Nh_lKNgOHYUKyrg0EQyqli5aoB8opQa5XT20hztiqQMiiLtkXG9VHKWeZaXGIzTOOrhfmu6OdmKPXWF6dMFeC6TfwBbfQ/s320/DSC01728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658907547193206834" /></a>Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-16552839568082865732011-09-14T03:43:00.000-07:002011-09-14T03:48:05.366-07:00My Paper Boat - In OneWayTheatre<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "><a href="http://onewaytheatre.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">One way Theatre </span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">A moving open theatre that runs on environment friendly solar power, picked up 'My Paper Boat' for screening at various venues across UK. The theatre travels in a van that works on 'waste cooking oil' and screen films at open spaces. Thanks to the team for selecting 'My Paper Boat'.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gasMl5DdhkA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For more details on the film visit: <a href="http://centurs.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-paper-boat-glad-to-kno-w-tha-t-my.html">My Paper Boat</a></div>Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-90501085847709514452011-09-13T07:25:00.000-07:002011-09-14T03:21:32.241-07:003 Years<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><iframe width="400" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/be4vl--HjOc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Genre: Drama/ Live Action</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Duration: 25.13 mins</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A young man who lost his leg in an accident 3 years back, finally comes out his depression accepting his reality on the same day after 3 years and walks in search of that someone who was killed under his car. Whilst the real victim of the accident leads a different life making people smile. The victim and the culprit remains two sides of the coin connected by the destiny without their knowledge...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The film is made on true guerilla filmmaking means and methods without any written script. There is no artificial lighting, synthetic locations etc. The actors were the film crew itself and real people from the road. There was no panned budget for the film and it evolved from real situations.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*Thanks to all who unknowingly became co-actors, co-creators, co-producers of this film.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Camera : Arun Bose, Akhilesh Namath, Tanweer Ahmad, Muzammil Rahman, Drew Knight, Lana E Bowman, Peter Sarremets, Liam and Rosina</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cast: Tim Foxall, Arun Bose, Sue Dunne, Drew Knight, Lana E Bowman, Peter Sarremets and passerbys of Northumberland Street</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cello Artist: Tim Foxall</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Concept and Creation: Arun Bose</span></span></div><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Farunboses%2Falbumid%2F5622446248372994337%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCNu4u-yZmbeeqgE%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The film was first screened for Tim at his house and he asked me, "I thought you were doing a documentary film about Cello. Didn't realise that I was doing a character in your story."</span></span></div></span></div>Arun Bosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07314542458154162421noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19267626.post-68872788725383501082011-08-13T07:30:00.001-07:002011-08-17T04:04:42.432-07:00Life & Death<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheWtmBusuXa6WX3KGHIZ45tsWJ7pbHmmI2YiRTQSPDyzfFKny3Npwcps8CXIVgPJ6tvhXIG64lh3E2TbJx9Rjfw3Qy0tTwcc_40bJlkHI1GvSzuboUZ_wf2ZtQf5kEmISkm-BmAg/s1600/DSC01702.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheWtmBusuXa6WX3KGHIZ45tsWJ7pbHmmI2YiRTQSPDyzfFKny3Npwcps8CXIVgPJ6tvhXIG64lh3E2TbJx9Rjfw3Qy0tTwcc_40bJlkHI1GvSzuboUZ_wf2ZtQf5kEmISkm-BmAg/s320/DSC01702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640347950504109538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Life,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Love you,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Live with you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Death,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Love you,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do take me with you, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Love.</div><div style="text-align: center;">_____</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sketch: Life & Death</div><div style="text-align: center;">Medium: pencil, ink, colour pencil</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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