The last year came with, among many other lessons, an insight on something I hadn’t chosen to care about much (yes, I did pay the price for it) – on food. My favourite portraitist and food photographer told me this one day – Man can never have enough of anything, but serve him a great meal and he happily says,’Yes, I am done, thank you.’ A couple of months before this, thanks to a friend from language class, I learned not to waste food on the plate. ‘You should know how much you want to eat. There are people starving out there and we throw good food in the dustbin.’, was what he said, precisely. These sentences changed the way I view food. A new found appreciation for the world of the food masters began, when I landed as an intern at this amazing website that curates the best of Bangalore street food.
While I look back on these little revelations, I know that there is more to learn, explore and experience the art that is food. The third eye agrees.
The only ‘Kerala’ that I knew of was, apart from Thiruvananthapuram, in the form of the fleeting pictures of coconut trees, backwaters and cottages through train windows. Although I remember most parts of the former, it is the moments of the latter that are etched in the mind. Well, a part of my knowledge on the state also comes from the university I went to, but this little Wayanad trip (Bangalore -> Mysore -> Wayanad) was an eye opener. With perfect companions and wonderful hosts, the weekend was easily the best that I spent in a long time.
Also, a single sentence lesson on food photography happened here, for which I am eternally grateful to her.
Now, how many people get to wander and eat at various street food outlets in their favourite parts of the city as a part of their job? I got lucky! The two months I spent doing this while working with Talking Street gave me experiences and memories I shall forever cherish.
Note – Feature Image Location: Chittoor, Andhra Pradesh
Cameras Used: Canon EOS 400D, IPhone 5 | Apps Used: Adobe Lightroom, Picasa 3