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.

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.