December 31, 2010

Nepal

First of all..happy new year to you all....
i am just back from a trip to Nepal...and Nepal is wonderful for photography...i wish i had a little more time there....photography needs time and peace...and all we did was freak out...river rafting .. para gliding ..and getting drunk everyday....


'I woke up and I had a big idea
To buy a new soul at the start of every year
I paid up and it cost me pretty dear
Here's a hymn to those that disappear "

porcupine tree



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December 22, 2010

December 20, 2010

from Withnail & I

Please bear the ramblings from Hamlet at the beginning..or dig it....
but the music is fantastic....always brings a smile....besides the movie is good too


there is no end ..no beginning..there is only the infinite passion of life
-fellini

contra:this is too relative...can give any fucker a high....

December 17, 2010

here we go again

anna begins by the counting crows


you know why people commit the same mistakes over and over again...because nothing else will do


sad and wanting attention......as i always have been

(and you are in my room.
its evening.....
turn off the lights and light an oil lamp
and hold it close to your face
you remind me of a place
where the children in white gowns
are setting sail on a river
full of oil lamps)


December 15, 2010

"these roads ..they tell me
one day everything shall turn into gold"



From mayapur, siliguri ,etc
(mayapur....some tree related to chaitanya dev)




(mayapur...inside the gaudiya math)



(in mayapur)



(the iskon temple)



(could not resist her..... there are many foreigners in mayapur)



(crossing the river... from mayapur to krishnanagar)


(nawadwip dham station)



(in the bird santuary in raiganj....those birds are sibaerian but look crap anyway)



(in raiganj)



(towards sebok)


(the gates of mordor...er i mean the sebok bridge)



(oh this is fine art....this represents the cruelty of god....u wont understand anyway...)



(in sebok)







(i think i am writing pathetic poetry these days....dont worry.....i wil post no more )

December 14, 2010

i am

people meet people
they enter their homes and close their doors
i stand between an array of infinite closed doors
and i think a better way to say this
is to announce "i belong to the roads"
and i wish i could stay there happy
proudly "this is me"
and if u got a smile on ur face
all the world is your friend
and you never feel lonely

wish it was as simple as that




December 4, 2010

thinking that i am getting old

i wake up from afternoon nap
again a cold lonely evening
and i pretend that i have cold
(thats what i do when i miss love so much)
and instead of my bike
i take a walk beneath those haunted neon lights
of this two year old township
and i feel i am getting old
and what i feel are all bombastic lines in my head
oh...to reconcile with my follies and follies of friends
i smile
the usual memories , losses and things left undone
the glories that i passed hiding
the urges that i denied
history seems like some criminal files
nothing inspires .......
random lines come to mind
"full of cunning passages and contrived corridors"
"the animals i had trapped have all become my pets"
i almost could disappear ..in this twilight air
this long lonely road
the evening engulfing me like a satin sheet
and i know this is not all
this is not all


(with due respect to Eliot and Cobain )









November 29, 2010

Water ..cold

Cold rain
A birds nest destroyed
Cracked Eggs on the grass
the water enters a farmer's hut
the river swells
the endless clouds stretch above
a mother sells a daughter
a hungry farmer commits suicide
the trees the leaves stay motionless
fresh with the pale light of dawn


into the mossy bark of trees
stretch stretch the indifferent skin
into the fresh smell of roads after rain
into the deep river by the hillside
i fall into the envelope
i fall into the deep gorges of earth
with my eyes closed ..alone
i fall ..i fall


(this is the first inspired poetry i am writing after a very very long time ....i hope u like it..it just happened tonight....)



the social network

yes ..i liked it..liked it a lot....

shows the epicenter of the present day college culture....
"two hours of coding..and a two hour nap"
but here in India mostly u find the wanna bes telling stories about "Victoria's secrets....."
in some review i had read the social network represents " the madness of the decade"......
must be an old crook who wrote that....
but madness ..yes...madness and acceleration...
the ambition and jealousy ...
a generation which believes" impossible is nothing"



November 21, 2010

The Nawab, the traitor and small town India

so i boarded the train..with a general class ticket for kolkata....and instead got off at khagraghat....
then i took a rickshaw to bohorompur...a quick breakfast at a hotel....and then i booked a auto rickshaw.....and we were in Lal Bagh.....it mostly contains the buildings from Mir Jafars time...those built by Siraj ud doula no longer exist....

Anyway the weather was fine..the roads are clean and new.....and it was not much crowdy...
and the fish i had at the hotel was very good.......


i really like small towns....the book shops without "penguins and random houses.." the bus stops smelling of nearby "fruit stalls and pan corners".....

and oh yeah amir khan kept saying"kabhi kisi anjan station ka ticket katao"...it was funny though.....just cant avoid the stereotype .....can U?