Экватор and a bit further

Presentations, 3 term papers, 2 reviews, 1 exam are done! Bingo! [Quality matters. Quality matters...Quality matters?]
3 term papers, 4 exams are still to go.
In a week and 2 days I will be done!!!
Graduate (still a question mark), out of JNU...
Agrhhh!

P.s. I am so sick and tired of being a last minute person. I have to...must change the way it is.

Memsahib

My virgin white walls bored me eventually. I saw this poster at the local market. [Hindu religious pornography]Couldn't resist.
Enjoy!

In hunt for unconventional Love

Let the right one left

специально для CNN

Степан Чайка

Да у него парик!

Прощай оружие II. Visuals.

I'm just a patsy or Charity sucks big time

I got involved into a charity organization aiming to help the children of the constructor workers who live on campus of my university. Argrhh...Another longgggg "ahem...sure, let's do it" story.
Some time ago I encountered the girl at my school who is kinda 'social aware' (not sure that something like that exists in the English language, but well, you got my point, didn't you? - she CARES). Since I'd been knowing her for a good while and she speaks my language I was supposed to be friendly with her.
Anyways... She told me about the photo exhibition they are gonna hold next month and asked me whether I want to take part in it. Gr8! My ego spoke out of me(or am I was just speaking out of my ass?...donno) : SAA 'hipsters' rot in your 'intellectual hub of India'! I m moving on.
I was pretty sure it's gonna be a single-mission flight - go-shoot-get famous sort of thingy. Didn't happen.
This Saturday I had been invited to their 'office' to meet children. Jesus! I spent Saturday evening with children! They made me watch Maugli (in Hindi, that's even worse) and distribute cookies among the kids. Well, it's another story... There are 7 things in the world I hate the most. 'Children' and 'charity' occupy the top of my chart... Okaaay-okaay! I haven't figured out yet the other 5, but it was a cool way to say it, wasn't it? Anyway.
When they finished their charity-activities, I was about to sneak away, but missed a chance and had to stay back for the Meeting. To make the long (and sad) story short, now I am a volunteer (well, it's not like I REALLY volunteered, but...) crafts teacher every Saturdays. Damn it!
Moreover this (awesome) Sunday evening I had to spend playing football with little beasts...God's creatures, I meant to say. Well, to be precise, I spent the Sunday evening (that could have been awesome and languishing) looking for a soccer ball, coz people from chaity organization didn't care much to get one BEFORE the footBALL match.
I was about to write a passage on how DO they care about all those Samaritan issues they proclaim, but don't wanna give a shit. It's too pathetic. 'Oh, that charity thing will look nice on my CV for UNO'. 'uck it! But to be honest they do something, at least the vaccination. (however I guess, it's not gonna work for the people who poop in front of their houses).
Anyway, I am still taking part in the exhibition. And I am not smelling of roses eventually...

были сильные мОрОзы мы в шкОлу не хОдили

I was about to get up and start my morning routine when I got the text from my prof. It said:- "taken a discision to cancel the class because of rain". Cool! It has been raining for at least 20 hours so far. Everything is just one mash of mud outside. The bed sheets and curtains and those of my sparse belongings which can soak the water are soggy and start to stink now.
I think it is the first real real mansoon rain I 've seen. The iconic one as from Passage to India or Anna and the king.

Apparantly it cleaned the air and wiped away all the dust so now you literly CAN breath (not merely gasp for some oxigen time to time just to keep the system working) but there is always But. The sad rain drove togather sh*t loads of flies into my room! It's like I had been dead for 3 days or so. Gosh!
Get me out fo here!

People bother me. Day II.

Сегодня таки съездила к Lal Qila и Jama Masjid. До них я не дошла, а потерялась где-то в прилегающих переулках.
Ваша дыра - определенно не место для юной леди.
Balls are all you need to survive in this far away country.

лОМО-LOmO

Aaaagrrh!

Я собиралась поехать в Old Delhi последние недели 3. И обязательно рано утром, чтобы можно было фотографировать. Я заводила будильник почти каждый день, и каждое утро упорно, но безуспешно боролась со сном. И сегодня, наконец-то, мне удалось оторвать себя от подушки в 5.30 утра!!!

Утро было просто отвратительное - пасмурное и холодное (!). Как дома. Сразу вспомнилась школа. Бррр. (всегда)Холодный душ. Растворимый кофе с растворимым молоком.

[что-то я сегодня acting Darya Dontsova, если не возражаете, я по-английски]
So to make the complecated story short - I walked down throughout the campus to the Main gate (aprx 30 mins!!!) met no single auto on the way, I came over the auto rikshaws' stand that looked unusually deserted...and...ta-da-da-dammm...came to know that today is the auto drivers' STRIKE!



Fukc! Why it should had happened today? I ve been here for year so far...why, why had they decided to go on strike when I woke up at 5.30 am? Why? Why? Whyyyyyy? Is there any kind of God in the house?



Moreover...I decided not to give up and go there by bus.
Big. Big and fat mistake.
At 7.30 I found myself at the bus stop sitting alone on the curb covered with thick layer of road dust poping out sleepy reddish eyes with goofy hope to see a coming bus. Needless to say there was NOt any frigging bus around.


Finally around 8 am I realized that there are quite nice slums that are photo worthy enough just round the coner.



I ended up roaming around this area http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Munirka
mindlessly clicking photos and attracting shit loads of attention from locals.

Agrrhhhh!

14 Августа (Workshop II)

5ый и последний день photo-workshop’a
(Хотя к фотографии это имеет такое же отношения как к работе и магазину. lol)
9.42
Встреча назначена на 9. Планерка и подготовка презентации.

Презентация сегодня в 5.
Я пришла в 9.29, на 10 минут раньше самой ответственной девушки в нашей группе. Хмм. Не уверена, что это было бы возможно еще где-нибудь.

Не люблю работать в коллективе, вообще, коллективы не люблю. Не люблю еще больше, если дело касается какого-то творчества. Ненавижу, когда влезают в недоделанную работу с советами, когда выкидывают мои идеи, и когда кто-то все время смотрит через плечо. Аааа!
Не люблю теток. Индийских теток еще больше. Работать с индийскими тетками невыносимо.

Ват зис ярр, итс фанни.

Еще не люблю давления. Забыла, что еще не люблю.
Советов не люблю.
Не люблю, когда при мне про меня говорят в 3 лице. Не знаю, как они, а я между прочем, не считая деталей, создана по образу и, так сказать, подобию, и не понимаю, как про меня можно говорить, как про стол или огнеупорный шкаф. Субординация, пожалуйста!
Это последний (и, по правде, первый) раз, когда я подписалась на что-то подобное.

Но самое противное то, что избежать коллективной работы практически не возможно.

Вот думаю, как жить дальше.
А пока, полюбуйтесь результатами.

10 августа (Workshop I)

Я подписалась на photo workshop.
С моего приезда прошло уже 3 недели, 2 из которых я практически ничего не делала. Это, не скрою, очень приятно, но начинает надоедать через какое-то время. Именно поэтому, я в это ввязалась.
Блин.
А еще пытаюсь быть more socialable. Как-то не очень пока.

Long-looonggg way home

just some photos taken with my new Old Cam...

IGIA [Indira Gandhi International Airport], New Delhi, India, 20/05/2009
George Clooney, Omega Ad
TAken by the mistake

Long queue of the white-shirt-ed Japaneses to the Duty Free

Book shop

The Airport of Zurich, No Smoking

SwissAirs

SwissAsses

Freudian slip

Good-buy