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Photo A Day Experiment (PADE) Day20 - Cartoon

Though I generally put disclaimer at the bottom of the post, this one needs it right now. I am putting watermark on the picture, but the art it is depicting is not created by me. All due thanks to the guys who made this nice -cartoon art - that I could capture and reproduce here.

This was one satire we saw in Kala Ghoda Festival over the Noise Pollution. Loud speakers are agitating a tired ear and at far left corner there is white saint like  Ear that's meditating. Message is clear, isn't it?


This is my entry to PADE Day 20 Theme of Cartoon.

Right now I have this feeling that how much more I need to travel and shot to have a real diversified collection. Or, is it better to have a niche collection? A thought worth some precious time...

This picture post is an Entry to PADE-2013, a month long Photo-blog event. To know more and participate, click here or here. Check themes here.  

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  1. This type of art requires a lot of creativity. The message is clear and "loud"!
    Another great entry frm you in PADE

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  2. Amazing take Punit. Love the tri colors adorned. Kala Ghoda does come up with so much creativity, sometimes its mind blowing!!!

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  3. unique as per the theme !! beautiful capture Puneet Ji

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  4. Kala Ghoda is such a great place to visit and admire Creativity and Art... I try to visit the fest every year...

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  5. How can you manage to get such great pics for each theme? Feeling jealous :)

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  6. :D just like that (aur kyaa bolun ;)


    Well, a camera and a lot of traveling (short and long both) help me have this collection.... Thank you for your motivating comments @Pankti Mehta :))

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