churumuri‘s relentless coverage against the commodification of women continues. This time, we swing the spotlight on the actress Tejaswini Prakash (left) and model Supriya Roy, at an exhibition organised by Karnataka state handicrafts development corporation, at Safina Plaza in Bangalore on Monday.
Photograph: Karnataka Photo News
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The commodification of women portfolio
Ramya: One more example of commodification of women
Ramya: Another example of commodification of women
Anu Prabhakar: Another example of commodification of examinations
Ramya: Like, bombers get scared looking at bombshells?
Ramya: Now, what will those fools do with these kids?
Aindrita Ray: Surely all that glitters is more than just gold
Jennifer Kotwal: The best ice-candy melts before nice eye-candy
Ramya: What it takes to smoothen some rough blades of grass
Nicole Faria: Denims, diamonds, Miss India and the Mahatma
Priyanka Trivedi: See, a brand ambassador always gets good press
Roopashree: Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear
Gul Panag: You are almost tempted to say ‘Intel Inside’
Ramya: Don’t ask us what it is, but it sure costs a bomb
Mandira Bedi: It ain’t so easy to woo an iPhone4 user, sister
But women and pretty stuff go well with each other ! Pretty women, much better. I would want to buy that to adorn my house too..
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There is a person with a moustache in that picture. Maybe women sporting moustaches is the latest trend. It is becoming increasingly tough to keep up with the times these days.
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Tejaswini Prakash! She is a sweetie. I met her once. Very nice girl.
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atleast they are fully clothed …
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Supriya roy is cute
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Potty Picture Ooh La La!
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More such diversions are welcome!
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ಈ ಚೆಲುವನು ಕಡೆದ ದೇವನಿಗೆ ವಂದನೆ ಅಭಿನಂದನೆ!
ಬೊಗಸೆಗಣ್ಣಿನ ಬಯಕೆಯ ಹೆಣ್ಣುಗಳು! ತಿಂಗಳ ಬೆಳಕಿನ ಸುಂದರಿಯರು!
ಬೆಡಗು ಬಿನ್ನಾಣಗಳ ಒನಪು ವೈಯಾರಗಳ ಮಾಟಗಾತಿಯರು!
ಕಣ್ಣಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಏನೋ ಮೋಡಿ, ಮೌನದಲ್ಲೂ ಗಾರುಡಿ!
Thomas Hardy writes in “A Pair of Blue Eyes” .
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One point in her, however, you did notice: that was her eyes. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look further: there she lived.
These eyes were blue; blue as autumn distance–blue as the blue we see between the retreating mouldings of hills and woody slopes on a sunny September morning. A misty and shady blue, that had no beginning or surface, and was looked INTO rather than AT.
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