Category Archives: 4. Photography

Bangladeshi Food on a Tray!

Bangladeshi Food on a tray

Found Bangladeshi food in Singapore!
and its only in Singapore that they serve these dishes on stryrofoam plates with a brown tray.

Fish fish and more fish with vegetables Sabji (Hindi for vegetables). Yum yum.

Found my fish chutney, cabbages with dried fish, and more fish curry. I was so used to eating fish chutney in remote parts of Bangladesh, Assam and Nagaland in all my meals, that I was craving for them.

Despite being in India for quite awhile, had really dislike Northern Indian food, they are so heavy and loaded with tons of spices and yoghurt, it fills me up after a few bites. Even in North India, as much as I possibly could, avoided Northern Indian food and head towards the Bengali food places.

Bangla dishes are lightly spiced, freshly cooked, pretty healthy, as it is mainly fish and lots of Sabji (Vegetables)

I do miss my dried fish chutney, which I had in almost every meal in Northeast India. Assamese, Nagas, Bengalis all have their own versions of it.


Fuck Vegetables : a photo

fuck vegetables by liem le

fuck vegetables by liem le

This lovely photo was emailed to me by a sweet chap, totally made my day from what was quite a depressing day.

I love these travel photos!
Send me some more of such stuff will ya!

This was taken by Liem Le while in a grocery store in a city call Yuxi, Yunnan province, China. This was what Liem said :
“After a few photo sesions with the sign, the management changed it to what it should actually say : DRIED.”

Thanks Liem !


My Photo of Nagaland got posted in Reader’s Digest India

A photo of mine got published in Reader’s Digest India.
Photo taken from last christmas 2008  in my first trip to Nagaland.
Unfortunately my name and credits was not mentioned in the magazine.

Notes :
Really inaccurate article, the photo was taken during Christmas and not during the Aoling Festival as mentioned.

‘The India You don’t know’
10 charming Destinations that reveal the real Bharat
by Sheila Sivanand
Reader’s Digest India April 2009 Issue

The PDF copy of Reader’s Digest article of my photo in Nagaland
Readers Digest April 2009 of Nagaland

Readers Digest April 2009 of Nagaland


James Nachtwey on Extreme Drug Resistant Tuberculosis

My favorite photojournalist James Nachtwey was awarded the TED Prize in 2007 given a grant of us$100,000 and ‘One wish To change the world’. (If you have the time, go visit TED talks on their website for some inspiring great ideas on science, business and arts.)

Nachtwey best know for his stark images on humanity took the grant and started the project to highlight on Extreme Drug Resisant Tuberculosis (XDR-TB). Once treatable common disease has mutated through mis-management.

Everyone should be informed and educated that there is a serious concern that it might turn into a pandemic with no cure.

We have forgotten that Tuberculosis once plagued our world only a few decades ago. We have become complacent again, and this disease might be coming back on a pandemic level. XDR-TB arises when a patient with the common TB gets misdiagnosed or not treated. A simple treatment is all that is needed, as usual politics and money gets in the way.

Spread the word and bring attention to everyone at

James Nachtwey’s haunting photos of TB patients were taken from Thailand, Cambodia, India, Siberia, Lesotho brings us to the harsh reality. James Nachtwey’s haunting photos of TB patients were taken from Thailand, Cambodia, India, Siberia, Lesotho brings us to the harsh reality. His social documentary photos are filled with humanity that changes you. While his intentions are not to shock us, it shakes our attention and brings us back to reality, the gritty truth of what is really happening in the world.

The Hanging Fish

Little India conclave, Singapore,
last hour of 5th May 2007
24hour photo marathon

Great place to shop for food, the market here closes late for the many migrant workers from the Indian continent. Little India is a gathering place as well as a place for food shopping for these workers who work late, often taking jobs at construction sites which usually ends around 1-2am in the morning. I have intrigued by how the fish and meat is kept fresh in such a hot and tropical climate we have in Singapore.

Midnight Exploration : The Night Barber

while in Singapore I would take my bike out and ride around the city area after midnight.

Scenes taken after the stroke of midnight.
Midnight Exploration : The Night Barber
Desker Road

The hardworking barber still opens after midnight.

When i asked why he opens till such late hours, he gestures and says because his customers request me to, lamenting; “What to do, we all have to make a living right, I have been working here since my hair was black, now its grey.”

Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light

Pink Skies from high rise
Image taken from my high rise apartment

It has been one of those sundays. Met a bunch of new people for lunch. Some interesting, some not, some just a little aggro for my liking. Almost all are ferven vegetarians, I know too many carnivores, would be nice to add a few of these folks into my to-know list. Maybe, maybe not. I am having one of those moody, unfriendly, socially ackward days.

Here’s one of my favorite poems by Dylan Thomas, it always settles me whenever I am feeling a little existential and depressive. Hope it does the same for you.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan thomas, poet, died 1953.