Who deed this tiepo??

We all make typos. People write dude as dudo or please as peas. But we only laugh at the guy who writes droop as drool. The delicate art of good typos require a healthy disregard for proof reading, a sloppy attitude, a sense of humor showing up at the inappropriate times and also pinch of bad karma. Everyone does it but only the clumsiest masters it.

My first embarrassing encounter with this concept was in one of my English classes where the teacher was reading out a report of mine to the class, aloud. Somewhere in between the passage the line went like this, “Under the scorching summer heat, the farmer’s buttocks (read as bullock) were put through unimaginable hardships to satisfy the landlord’s greed.” Needless to say, it was well accepted by my friends. Since then there was no turning back. Nearly every line in my chat conversations has a typo. Every blog of mine are proof read by people from as far as New York. Yet the lesson is yet to be learnt.

Corporate typos are in a different league all together. Here one wrong move and you lose all the respect you have earned through the years. But quite of then can out a smile on the receivers face. I was once describing a error in an IM conversation to a guy in Denver and then said,“Can you help me with this tissue (read as issue)?” The guy aptly replies, “Isn’t the problem potty-trained?” But people can be ruthless too. Once a not so liked entity mailed colleague of mine saying “where are the rest of the packages? Find me the hole (read as whole) thing.” The barrage of jokes which sprouted out of that was pretty nasty.

Then there are the ones which you see on the road, which are due to complete ignorance. But the funny is the wrong spelling is write spelling for something completely different. Check out the snap of this cobbler's stall. That guy got some explanation to do.

Lucky are those who just get to laugh at someone else’s typos. But of all those awkward situations we get into, they do make a not so great article worth reading.

Jimi's Mania..

After a long search, I finally got my hands on two decent posters in Landmark. One is a “Psychedelic” Jimmy Hendrix another Pink Floyd’s “The wall’s cover art”. Not exactly the one's I wanted. There was hardly anything to choose from. But better than other stuffs they had including a Jessica Alba from Sin City poster.

The guys said they get them from London. But with a price of 250 bucks I am not sure whether I should trust them or not. Anyways heck why do I care! I got what I wanted. The print is really good and they are large enough to hide the crack on the wall from my landlord. But still I am looking for a particular U2 poster. I wonder where they have kept it hidden.

(Pic courtesy: http://en.easyart.com/art-prints/Celebrity-Image/Jimi-Hendrix-(Psychedelic)-331449.html and http://www.arktimes.com/blogs/rockcandy/Image/pink_floyd_the_wall.jpg)

Picture Perfect.....

The work of professional photographers has always amazed me. Few days back I went to a photo exhibition in Max Muller Bhavan in Bangalore. I must admit it was my first time to a photo exhibition. The theme was Bangalore and all the photographers showcased some aspect of Bangalore. What amazed me was the fact the pictures were of the every day places we visit and I never expected these places to look so awesome. The technicalities were amazingly taken care of. The way the moonlight reflected form the stream of water in front of the house or the way the light shone in the small shop in an empty lane was taken awfully nicely. Every element in the pictures kind of gave them a shade of a mystery novel.

It’s amazing the way these photographers not only take a picture but also gives it a certain character. If one looks at them closely he will surely find a story somewhere rooted in them. I believe, to be really good photographer one should be able to be imaginative enough to cook up a story and narrate it entirely in one picture. One should be passionate enough to create a parallel universe where a tree tilting on a road is actually a demon waiting to pounce on its prey, where there is always a killer hiding in a dark alley and where sky is always sinister blue with swirls of red dragons flying all around.