That dream of life.

Its diwali today. Lights are all-over crafting our way to fantasy, to the world of open-eyed-dream. Those blue ones are my personal favourite. They take me to an other world, where one can draw their imaginations.

Life consists of reality and dreams. Both complete each other. One fine day, dream can help you get over reality and on the next, reality takes over dream.

This very picture shows a dream. Lights of joy, Taj of love. But its just that the next morning one can’t remember the dream properly. Just the theme stays. Like life, happiness stays. No matter what the reason is.

[PS - The picture is a product of imagination and Nikon D5100]

‘That subtle innocence’

A life starts with the innocence of a certain expression, cry. Slowly the number of expressions increases. Though the best of all remains there, silently. Innocence. We grow up, get matured, gradually. The innocence never dies though. The best expression of a human being stays… sometimes forgotten.

Sometimes we smile, sometimes cry. We love, we hate. We fight, we pray. Still , amongst these thousands expressions there are times when we don’t understand what expression to bring forth. That alien feel, that gives birth to innocence. Brings out a man’s best self.

Never let it die. For, the good will always remain. Either we want it to or not.

Droplets of thoughts!

Did you ever feel the ecstasy of getting that special gift?

Did you ever hear the sound I make when I cry? Was that a sob? Unnatural?

Have you kissed me to relief when the dark clouds of future grasp my thoughts?

Did you see grin in my face when I hold the P100? Even if it is the worst day for me in the whole week.

Did you see the difference in my smile when I see you?

Did you?

Droplets of thoughts, dedicated to you.

Basanta-utsab ’11

Colours of happiness fill my mind when I recall 19th March ’11. Shantiniketan was crowded with lots of multicolured smiles, it was graceful, elegant still composed. Graceful for the presence of talents, elegant for Senoritas and composed for the presence of mother-figures.

An unknown sweetheart!

Ain’t she moody?Rang barse!
Suddenly saw this woman with that expression! And my lens did the rest.

[N.B- Clicking on 'The day of colours' was the toughest work of mine till date. But at the end of the day, one could see the colourful smile on my face.]

Dated 2nd March ’11

3:04 am. Why awake? No clue. Missing something? May be. Confused? Yes.

Some days pass without the feel of them passing and some as a falling star. Sometimes, dilemma becomes your unwanted shadow and sometimes the path is clear as an autumn-sky! Some days luck calls you ‘best friend’ and some days you regret why gamble? Some moments worth cry for and some make you cry. Some days you are loved and some days cursed.

Memories, family, love, passion. What is worth living for?

They say happiness is what matters the most, but I say, at what cost? Your happiness, your truth can be brutal fact for someone, a moment to regret in his whole life. The way you are seeing it, you may feel it is a smile, but if you care to look from another angle, you may see a face hiding inside a wet pillow.

There is fan which is making us feel comfortable right now, then why is making that agonizing sound? We, the people are too busy in our own fantasies to think. Even me.

Are you old enough? If you, then are you content? How many days from you life you remember? Think.

Scattered thoughts. But aren’t they worth thinking for?

I may not remember tomorrow, but today is different. ‘Emotions’ they are, what made it memorable, not happiness alone, neither sadness.

Eyegasmic Visakhapatnam!

Srikakulam Road, Vijayanagaram … some more of those words, and atlast Visakhapatnam. While watching outside from the dripping-wet-window, I could see the uncertainties of the trip and felt how interesting life can be with a tender touch of them. The trip was quite like a surprise for me. And ended up being a beautiful-experience.

“That’s Falcon!”

Visakhapatnam, a city in Andrapradesh, is no less than a painter’s imagination! The view of greeny hillocks, azure sky kissing the bottom of Bay-of-bengal, picturesque roads are just the beginning of what Vizag has to offer you. Though the 1st day for me started with a fight for getting a sea-side hotel which seemed quite an impossible task in the late December. Then, somehow, things got sorted out and I was free to explore a beautiful beach named Ramkrishna beach, the 1st one in the queue of five.

“RK beach”

2nd day, places like Rishikonda beach,Kailashgiri, Submarine museum, Palm beach were enough to keep me dow-eyed, specially Kailashgiri, the view-point
there, named titanic-point had a breath-taking view of the whole city including the sea! And the 3rd day started off with Araku Valley but Borra-cave was the star-attraction of the day.
The naked beauty of nature was mesmerizing. Eye-gasmic.

“Ain’t it beautiful?”

“Borra Cave!”

“A click”

Some beauties are subtle,elusive. Inexplicable. Words aren’t enough to describe them. You stare at it for hours, still its not enough. That is Vizag.

“A moment!”

[PS- To talk about the south-indians, they are gentle, have god-gifted tongue, but dear south-indian men, its not the moustache that makes you a 'man'!]

Choose!

A fine afternoon. Awesome lunch. Then, a post-lunch walk. Unaware of the near future. All of a sudden, I came across them. Gracefully composed two souls on earth. They smiled, posed before me. Did they silently ask, “why red”?

[PS- I thought of giving captions for the pictures, then I realized some things are best left unsaid! And my sincere thanks to Swastika Bose for her thoughtful contribution.]