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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Cassandra

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....

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)

"these roads ..they tell me

one day everything shall turn into gold"

From mayapur, siliguri ,etc

(mayapur....some tree related to chaitanya dev)

From mayapur, siliguri ,etc

(mayapur)

From mayapur, siliguri ,etc

(mayapur...inside the gaudiya math)

From mayapur, siliguri ,etc

(in mayapur)

From mayapur, siliguri ,etc

(the iskon temple)

From mayapur, siliguri ,etc

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

From mayapur, siliguri ,etc

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

From mayapur, siliguri ,etc

(nawadwip dham station)

From mayapur, siliguri ,etc

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

From mayapur, siliguri ,etc

(in raiganj)

From mayapur, siliguri ,etc

(towards sebok)

From mayapur, siliguri ,etc

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

From mayapur, siliguri ,etc

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

From mayapur, siliguri ,etc

(in sebok)

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

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

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 )