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 )