02
Nov
07

Time to board the train…

Railroad

..and feel the breeze running through my hair…

…to fixedly stare into the changing landscape…

…to watch the lone farmer in his lush green fields ’til he flickers into a tiny dot …

…to get lured into the visual hypnosis of blurry rail lines merging and winding into strange geometrics…

..above all to embrace the unknown..


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blurted out lately

- now if you wanna pose like mona lisa...i am gonna take my paint and brushes along... - i was thinking this one would be based on intuition as well...just as everything else.. - i for the first time am having a go at your brains... - no your sounding just right...bose...well tuned...

Good Grief! *from The Statesman

Looking Back: Some youngsters find it 'fashionable' to know about their city's past. Perhaps they are easily inspired by plans government representatives present every year at tourism fairs to promote Kolkata as a 'heritage' destination! Sometime back a couple of youngsters turned up Statesman House wondering whether prints of old photographs of the city were available. They went on to reveal their plans of starting 'heritage walks' in Kolkata. It was suggested that they should meet people like PT Nair and Rathin Mitra for information about the city's past. Their reply was 'interesting' ~ "Who?..." What are they doing these days? Why don't you find out!

About This Blog -

In case you have made it this far and wondering where you are, I think I owe you an explanation. After all I must have done something that brought you here. Anyways.... About this blog - don't know what strange affliction it is to post random inconsequential snippets from the recesses of my demented mind. Its deliberate, but an accidental one. And it continues to evolve in that way. The word evolve should not be taken in a Spencerian understanding of things, it's perhaps a more random haphazard spurted 'growth' than anything else. Sometimes its just plain stagnant. It is quite embarrassing at times to put up anything here on this blog. In any instance this self publishing exercise will always be a scarred reminder of how stupid one can be. Therefore, without deprecating my efforts further, I want to say that this blog isn't about my photographs (that's what I primarily engage in - photography), it isn't about whether the opinions I have on certain issues matters less, it isn't about how I made a discovery by the way of a film or a place I just happened to have visited, it isn't about all those things I just mentioned and also isn't about those things that could corroborate with the above mentioned disclaimers. So what is it about? Well, I think, its about the emptiness that surrounds me, the emptiness of thoughts and memories and afflictions - by the way of a person, a place, a music, a film. Not much into analysis, more into observations. More visual than literal. Although sometimes the two mix well, at other times they're like oil and water. It's abstract, and its how I feel about life. Don't try to make sense of it. You'll probably be very disappointed. So what's the point of being here? None ~ Zilch. It's very personal and very selfishly so. Peace & love. Siddhartha