disc-you know the drill. unless you are two months are above you should not read this post. it is very mattery.whatever
the padmanabaswamy temple in thiruvanandhapuram. bloody old. beautiful. also too traditional for my liking. for starters dress code. guys have to go topless and dhoti on.ladies have option. saree or any other dress with dhothi around the hips. the karba graham ( room which houses the god) was surprising. it had paintings from old. herbal paints and over 300 years old. and on closer look more surprise. the first pic had vishnu and lakshmi. never have i seen angry version of vishnu. anyways angry vishnu. only two hands. the left hand goes around lakshmi and rests exactly between her boobs. from what i have seen all the gods in matter mood paintings have shiva as the subject. and lakshmi is never portrayed from sexual point. like really big boobs. and perfect structure. with just a thin ribbon covering the nipples the only piece of clothing visible. the next set of paintings surprise me even more. all full naked pics from there on. and they are quite explicit. one had four nude ladies around a monk. the whole temple had the pavai vilaku nude. usually they dress up the pavai vilau
its not just there. have you been to the brilliant madurai temple? around the small dry tank of the golden lotus thirukural is engraved on the wall. now thirukural has three chapters, adhigarams we call them. the first two talk about world philosophies. you know dharma justice and shit. these two adhigarams are carved in a wall around the madurai temple tank. in all tamil nadu buses you will see one thirukural. the third adhigaram-kamathupal, which talks about desire and love is always ignored. and this third chapter is the reason i fell in love with thirukural. i dont think its possible to write about love sex and lust so beautifully. i mean in tamizh. i never read english stuff so i dont know. but in tamizh this hands down the best. the kama sutra talks of sexual positions and shit. nothing poetic about it. but the third pal of the thirukural is brilliant. with the amount of explicitness in the temple carvings of the female i can now date it decently. like really explicit its really old. few parts covered say 200-300. lots of it covered-just over 100. full covered its 50.
and the really old sculptures have a real grace about them. i forget they are of goddess. i start to visualize, wow a women with such grace and beauty is goddess indeed. of course very few women of that quality would have existed like that. but the given the amount of work women had those days their structure would been more on the sculpture side than the girls of these days. i mean how every fucking sculpture and painting has such beautiful women in it. if its even half true those days men were blessed indeed. and why dont the present day sculptures do nude stuff? are so insecure and shit. those days its was really free i guess. these days i guess even if one did paint someone nude the women groups would swoon down and kill him. nude artistm doesnt mean lack of respect and all.
i spend endless time on flickr learning about nude photography. its not just strip a girl lie down and shoot. it requires grace on both sides and an extraordinary sense of lighting from the shutter side. it an art. misunderstood. and i love it. i guess i have no chance of indulging in it. but i would love to. one day. and when i get to do it it wont be the perfect structure bikini body type women. i want a girl who looks naturally the avg of present day ladies. like with some flab in the stomach not so big boobs and no where near perfect. that will challenge the lighting part. due to obvious reasons flickr doesnt allow me to share nude photos. but you can see some of these-http://www.flickr.com/photos/foxharvard/4770593600/in/pool-59269379@N00/ , http://www.flickr.com/photos/foxharvard/4770590956/in/pool-59269379@N00/
so yeah if you want to see some fine art photography or otherwise see this group. and i saw these small gorgeous pieces made of ivory. in the madurai temple. the asi guy said more such stuff which are more explicit are locked away. fuck
but really what is this culture civilization all about? why cant women walk topless on streets. why is it ok for men like us just wear dhothi chant the vedams on a cold december morning early in the morning and needlessly wake up everyone. why arent women allowed to chant the rudram? why is that seats are reserved for women on one side but the other side doesnt proclaim men? women can come and sit there when its empty. the opposite is not allowed. why cant we sit next to each other on a bus? its the cities you know. deluded sense of going forward. in that duty little town of raipur men and women sat next to each other in the share auto the only mode of transport for long and still remains for the majority.and i have heard of loads of town side love story involving sex. for real. and in the city. its either so called high class or the slut who fucks before dating. surya will testify that. the normal dating thing doesnt involve sex. anyways free
and i wonder if women were this irritating in the earlier times. no really. joint family means i grew up with loads of girls. there are very few male species in my family. bloody. anyways you have no idea what torture i was put through. i have painted dolls for my cousins. of course i have had my revenge. i use to mix away they nail polishes. add a dash of black eyetex thing or marron shinkar sandhu to their yellow nail polish. anyways they made loathe everything associated with girls. the giggle. needless endless giggles. that stubbornness. really. i am yet to meet a girl who can let a matter go when i tell me to just forget about it. if they let it for that time they are bound to come back after some time and nag away. aiyo. and when i have come to see the really really rare girl who doesnt irritate, they are either over gethu and way out of my league or in no mood to go out. curses. like i was putting kadlai with one girl , who not only turned out to be bloody hot but also played footy for tn and all such shit.
and why do all girls who are non girls read a lot? like woodhouse saki ayn rand all such shit. they talk in looply high english which i detest to the core. tamizh please. in short why are they peters? why cant they quote bharathi instead of pgw? give me a vadivelu punch line instead a himym line. bah i still cant stand girls. my college girls were like just there to reaffirm my beliefes and tastes. and now i have to work with women. and maybe even my college girls. aiyo aiyo aiyo. god save me. and i saw r today. bah worst memories come back.
matter is when you study in a neighborhood school the moms knows each other. they some how network. our batch was worst. in sixth standard the boys girls fight was at it height. aiyo periya politicians we were. and you know which was the ultimate battle ground? studies. coz if you win gloat in front of mother and the guy will surely get a thrashing. worstest it was. and the whole year the boys battalion played cricket in my house lost the battle. and then that summer during the poonal ceremony-my worst nightmare. my amma,dear amma saw it fit to invite many other ammas and their kids to my poonal. waatha. and there i was bare chested standing,already shy. and in walk a dozen school girls. add paatu class girls. aiyo rama. and i have a photo of a bare chested me with my class girls. six of them. the boy battalion of 7th, a section, st.johns school mandavelli odhikivechufied me. bastard dint even allow me to play cricket with them. had to do well in exams that time to win them back.
in 8th std things went from bad to worse. i got suspended for slapping a girl. guys girls were asked to sit alternatively. it was nothing new for me. the punishment i mean. i once punctured my cousins head with a top(bambaram). loads of blood flowing. me orey happy. that was the only time appa slapped me. waatha. worst hit. always remember that. anyways r's sis was one of the better girls in my class. used to come over with her amma a lot. and we had our arangetram together. the fact that i messed it up in another matter. anyways r'sis saved my ass a lot. but it was r who me liked. she was such a doll. beautiful yes. fiery yes. doesnt like pink yes. and as it is with good looking girls she was peter. took up french. and i meet here now and me regrets leaving st.johns. bloody she is so beautiful now. and cheerful and fiery as before. talked really well. got her number and was thinking of asking her out and bloody college. and law that too. thoo. i hate the law college girls. overa rules pesuvanga. cant win them over talk or something like that. aiyo where did and about what did i start typing and what am my typing now. now that world cup is over am bored to core. nothing to do. so when i saw loads of old stories came to mind. that even i managed to date is as doctors would say in the tamizh movie climaxes-a miracle. and when nayakar was telling yesterday night sometimes it worth to hold for sometime and give it time and see if they change naturally thus suiting us or some shit like that. now that makes sense. worsht. i found two girls who i liked. should have atleast made an effort to try it with atleast once. cha nayakar always makes me feel by saying something simple. just like raghu. anyways i have been lying down the whole day. new meesic playing and reading lotr for nth time. i should not read lotr again and again. i made that resolution last time. worst. now i have typed pointless things and no one reads this so i think i will post this here. seri ok. *picks the lotr book to resume reading*. have.to.stop.reading.lotr. you have mugged it you fool. fly you fool
ps- i just realised the three comments in this blog come only from the ladies side as pointed out by my cousin who found about the blog. kutti girl for whom the disclaimer is put at the top. the male population like gs,harish,juju and all who read this blog should leave a comment and nullify the laides threat.
pps-this was supposed to be analysis post with tamil literature like agananooru thrown in.am reading them now. brilliant. should try again. and not deviate
ppps-need a cig.waatha. and i like shakira