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Smiley Saturdays - 3 (Faking it)


With another No-ride week in this sexy Mumbaiya Monsoon, I am actually started feeling some rust over my shoulders. No ride means no trip stories, and also no new photograph. Last month I was able to publish more than my regular quota of posts because of this new series. It not only provided me a reason to post regularly, but also to get on the streets for photographs too; feeding both of my novice hobbies.

Faking a smile is the worst thing I feel to do, but isn’t it one of the most sought after emotional mask we the poor people need. This time I’m posting an artificial smile, a smile that has been fried to get into the perfect taste (shape). 


Tasty Potato-Smileys at Nichole's Cafe, RCP

I clicked this picture through the 5MP lens of Motorola Defy, and edited for brightness, contrast etc on Photoshop. Order and shot were both on my colleague Abhishek Mukherjee's suggestion.

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  1. SUB3 July 2011 at 11:31

    u really faked it ...get some real smiles dude...lol :-)

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  2. joshi daniel3 July 2011 at 19:28

    time for some real smilies :)

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  3. Punit Dubey3 July 2011 at 21:20

    Next time, for sure! :) But, tell me--isn't it good to fake a smile at least sometimes ;p

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  4. Punit Dubey3 July 2011 at 21:20

    Surely Sir! :)

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