I took this picture a long long time ago with my canon point and shoot roll camera. It been so long that I dont really remember where I took it….. Just someplace on the shores of the western coast line of India. I couldnt resist scanning this beautiful pic. When I developed this picture I had it developed with a pink tinge as at that time I was working on my scrap book with the name “through rosy tinted glasses” :D sounds hilarious and then years later when it came down to it I named my blog pink cloud. This picture got me back to my scrap book that I had started years ago.
― Albert Camus
This is the picture of my niece Titir. This is the first time I met her and she was already so big. My trips to Kolkata are so rare that probably the next time I meet her she would be a big girl. But I am glad that I met with her to treasure atleast one picture of her and lots of moments to cherish and remember.
I took this pic at the Neemrana Towers, Fort Kochi. This is a heritage NON-hotel. A beautiful place to stay when you are at Fort Kochi. It is built around a 17th century light house. Not many hotels in Kochi would offer a chance to discover the old world charm where, sailors, travellers, traders, planters feasted and danced under chandeliers, suspended from high wooden ceilings. It is like stepping into another old world with antique furniture and antique settings but with the best air conditioning and plumbing :D
It is a mix of the old and the new. These are the wooden stairs that lead to the reception. The cost makes it at par with budget hotels so it is affordable to one and all. More Pics Coming up
Life is no more than a dewdrop
balancing on the end of a blade of grass
I took this picture in one of the bylanes of Ballygunge in Kolkata. It was a bright and sunny day and these deserted narrow lanes between the houses looked spooky and ethereal. The shadows cast by the trees on either side added depth to this pic. I took this pic with my cell. These little narrow lanes seem to go nowhere but in reality they are the major connecting roads and very common here. In Fact, they define the city. Walking is the only way to go unless you have a cycle or a hand pulled rickshaw which is very common here. The cycle rickshaws can’t pass through these lanes. Also it is very easy to get lost here. I was lucky to have a good guide to guide me through these roads…… else considering the inverted compass in my brain this would have been the perfect maze to get lost in.
I have had this fascination for black roses since a long time now. My dream to photograph fully bloomed dark black roses with lovely whorls of glossy black petals has led me to a lot of florists and nurseries often getting vague stares from its owners, finally the elusive black rose got me knee deep in the realms of earth. I decided to grow my own. I have since then convinced myself that black roses are a myth and the closest i can get to it is by photoshopping really dark red ones. I got cuttings of what I thought was really dark red roses and read all about it on the net. The first few cuttings gave me red roses but the color was softer. But after a change in the fertiliser (and perhaps the sunlight), the first batch of roses that have come out are brilliantly dark red….. almost black. These are the first rushes of the buds on stem photoshopped into monochrome. I am hoping that they don’t lose color after they have bloomed fully. Keeping my fingers crossed.
I might not have got the black rose but I am happy with this one. Plus the dark red color is simply awesome. I cant stop looking at it.
The Blossom Never Knows
Dilip Kumar Roy
The blossom never knows the fragrance sweet
That in its blossom’s mystery lies,
The deeps that mirror forth the Infinite
Question its secrets with their sighs.
For whom throng still the murmuring bees,
Restless amid the perfumed trees?
Whose memory thrills the impassioned breeze
And paints the magic skies?
Whose one lamps through the way-lost night
Glimmer in moon and starry light?
Whose glory in the dawn breaks bright?
For whom yearns all and cries?
For whose greatness down the ages long
Are the wide heavens a sapphire song?
For whom runs the stream with bablling tongue,
Repeats whose harmonies?
Whose breath perfumes trees, flower and grass,
Inspires the atoms’s dance in space?
Whose trailing robes in twilight pass,
A shadow in longing eyes?
Oh, if thou never wilt appear,
Why are thy masks of Beauty here?
Why sound thy anklets everywhere,
The spell that never dies?
My heart forgets that in my heart
Thy throne for ever lies.
A new life, for myself, I need to weave.
I need some oxygen, so as I can breathe.
From these chains, I need to break free;
I need the chance just to be totally me.
I need to escape now, from this prison cell;
Escape from this existence, I know so well.
Afraid of the world, in my corner, I cower;
I’m just like a bud, that’s waiting to flower.
I can’t go on like this forever and ever;
The storms in life, I will need to weather.
By your actions, my life has been affected;
I’m just like a child: my life is protected.
Sometimes it feels like I am suffocating.
For the perfect moment, I am still waiting.
You know that one day, I will go away;
Here, forever more, I just cannot stay.
Into my life, I need to let some light.
From this place, I need to take flight.
I need to try and overcome all my fears.
I need to have my own hopes and ideas.
I now need to have my very own space;
I need to live my life at my own pace.
One day, I will be a flower in full bloom,
And that ‘one day’ may come very soon.
(Poetry Courtesy Poem Hunter.com)
The woods are lovely dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before i sleep.
This one is from the archives. I took this pic a long time ago in rural Maharashtra, in one of the roads leading to Pali. We were going to one of the Ashtavinayaks. The drive there was simply amazing. There was no traffic that day and it was fun to drive on the empty roads with Kishore crooning to timeless melodies.
““Dance, when you’re broken open.
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance when you’re perfectly free.”
This was a bharatnatyam recital by a group of dancers performing for the Durga Pooja festival in my city. I monochromed it to capture the beauty of the dancer else the hero of the pic would be the jewellery and her clothes.
This was taken at East Coast Park, Singapore. Roller skaters and cyclists are a familiar sight there…… Also water rafters (will post that another day). Its a nice place where families can go camping on the beach and have a barbeque and do fun things like kite flying making sand castles or hire cycles or go roller skating and water rafting. You can set up your camps and sleep under the stars on the beach at night. Personally I found it a relaxing place.
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.