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known city, unknown places Sniff and tell : Over 20 tonnes of seafood are handled by over 3,000 people at this market every day. Asha S. Menon fishes around for details of the trade. I am in the way. Of thermocol boxes or men dragging boxes of fish, of cups of tea or women with cane baskets… I have no fish to sell or buy, but am at Chintadripet Fish Market during one its busiest hours (5 a.m.). I hang around, hoping to unde rstand its working between shouts and being pushed about. My first stop is a man who has balanced his plastic, deep tray of fish on many boxes. After a few full-throated cries, the man disgorges himself near his makeshift stall and into the muddy water pools on its floor, and in a few minutes somebody upsets his tray. After a few shouts, the prawns that were spilt in the muddy water on the floor are restored to the tray — back in business. Hygiene is the first victim in cramped spaces, and therefore KMS Dharmalingam, head of the fish vendors’ association that has r...

Known City, Unknown Places planning to have this as a series. let c how this goes. lets start with Maskan Chavady One day in the life of ... Maskan Chavady: Pet destination. Every Sunday, Maskan Chavady turns into a bazaar for birds and animals. PRINCE FREDERICK hangs around Traders at Maskan Chavady are wary of reporters. Three years ago, rooster-sellers went into silence at the sight of my scribble-pad. So this time around, I leave pen and paper behind but dress up for this special assignment. After my alarm clock duti fully wakes me at five in the morning, I get into a canary green polo-neck T-shirt with a block-printed image of a pigeon and catch what is probably the first morning bus in my neck of the woods. From Parry’s Corner, I hire an auto for a Sunday morning date with birds and beasts. Nobody gives me a second look, thanks to my canary green T-shirt. Good for me, the milling crowd thinks I am one of their own. There are no shops here, but it is still a busy market. The comm...

the druids of a lost tribe : The Georges, Sittlingi i was there. to sittlingi, to visit regi and lalitha george. to witness a true story of inspiration, the passion with which they area serving to tribals. my words will fail if i try to explain the experience. experience with nature and innocence. i have copied story abt them featured in outlook and hindu. Are you missionaries or Naxalites?" Dr Regi M. George was asked, when he approached the Scheduled Tribes Commission in Tamil Nadu for statistics on adivasis. George and his wife, Lalitha Regi, were neither. They were doctors from Kerala, a decade into their careers, looking for a place forsaken by the healthcare system. A 70-km bone-rattling drive into Tamil Nadu's Dharmapuri district brings you to what they found: Sittlingi. In this impoverished cluster of 21 adivasi villages, with a population of 10,000, they set up home and hospital 13 years ago, with little money and much family opposition. "We don't let rigou...

nee கண்களை இறுக மூடுகிறேன் மெல்ல இருள் படரத் தொடங்குகிறது! ஒன்று இரண்டு எனத் தொடங்கி பின் ஆயிரமாயிரம் பிரதிகளாய் விழியெங்கும் விரவி நிரைகிறாய்! அருகில் நீயில்லா பொழுதுகள்! மின் தகனமேடை சடலமாய் சலனமற்று எரிந்து சாம்பலாகி காற்றுடன் கலந்து கரைந்து காணாமல் போகின்றன அருகில் நீயில்லா பொழுதுகள்! credits: priyan http://www.priyan4u.blogspot.com/