Sunday, November 9, 2008

Orange eyes

Big Orange Marbles

Delhi Zoo
Canon powershot S3IS

This was the last time I saw the Nocturnal Bird section in the Zoo. Ever since this shoot the shed has been closed for renovation since almost 2 years now. 


Wednesday, November 5, 2008

L u s c i o u s

L u s c i o u s

A self macro shot
Canon powershot S3IS

Lips molded in love are tremulously full of the glowing softness they borrow from the heart, and electrically obedient to its impulse.
- Sara Jane Clarke (Sara Jane Clarke Lippincott)(a/k/a Grace Greenwood)


Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Loving in blue

almost one

On way to Lancedawn
Olympus C170/D425

Everyone has a color in mind associated to some particular words or emotions. Usually red goes for rage and green for jealousy, and so on. Everyone has a color for Love too...somehow my color for love is Blue. . . the color of a clear sky on a beautiful day. Color of its endless vastness. Its such an amazing thing how a loving heart surpasses the boundlessness of the sky. Blue is the color of the great depths of the oceans...but love goes deeper than is a deeper shade of blue. Blue is the color which brings calm and soothes and relaxes.... it does to ones mind what love does to ones heart. Blue is also the color of the core of my fave flower...Blue was also a color dad use to wear a lot...

But then again....Wounds also come in a shade of blue...deep wounds. When love wounds you it is devastating...leaves a mark on the skin of your heart...the scar fades away with time but it never heals completely. Blue is the color of cold, blue is the color of ice...of frost...of numbness...of loneliness...of absence...of longing.............Blue are also the tears we shed...

Blue is the color of two extreme spheres....and in this picture they become one.

So for me "blue" completes my definition of Love.


Monday, November 3, 2008

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world..

Delhi Zoo
Canon powershot S3IS

I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world


Shadows walk

LIKE Men and Women shadows walk

LIKE Men and Women shadows walk
Upon the hills today,
With here and there a mighty bow,
Or trailing courtesy
To Neighbors, doubtless, of their own;
Not quickened to perceive
Minuter landscape, as Ourselves
And Boroughs where we live.

Emily Dickinson


Sunday, November 2, 2008

I hold a blue planet

I hold a blue planet

A blue Marble
Canon Powershot S3Is

This was taken when me and Mani were on our way to Kalpa. We halted at some turn on a mountain to give our tushi's a break from all the biking, and to absorb the beautiful view of the valley and the river from the edge of the turn. While sitting there Mani as usual was up to his monkey business and found this tiny small blue marble embedded somewhere in the slope's soil. So I took some macro shots of him holding it. I still have this marble as a souvenier of that break. Of that day. Us sandwiched between a clear sun shiny sky and a breathtaking landscape of the mountains and the valley below.


An evening in Safdarjung Tomb

An evening in safdarjung tomb

Safdurjung Tomb
New Delhi, India
Nikon D70

Featured on nikonstunninggallery

Safdarjung's Tomb is an outstanding example of Mughal Architecture. It represents the last phase of Mughal style of architecture, Safdarjung's Tomb stands in the centre of beautiful garden. Built in 1753 by Nawab Shuja-ud-Daula to house the remains of his father, who was a minister in the Mughal court, the tomb is referred to as the "last flicker in the lamp of Mughal architecture." It shows how the grace and simplicity of the Mughals had been overtaken by decadence. The tomb also has a mosque.

Nawab Shuja-ud-daulah, built the memorial in the memory of his father Mirza Muqim Abul Mansur Khan, popularly known as Safdarjung (1739-54). Safdarjung was the governor of the province of Awadh under Muhammad Shah (1719-48).

On either side are beautiful pavilions known as "Moti Mahal" or the pearl palace, "Jangli Mahal" or the sylvan palace and "Badshah Pasand" or the emperor's favorite. The mausoleum built with red sandstone and buff stone is faced with marble and stands squarely in the middle of a garden. There are two graves here, one of Safdarjung and the other presumably his wife's. The square central chamber of the mausoleum is surrounded by eight rooms all around. All the apartments, except the corner ones are rectangular in shape, the corner ones being octagonal. The dome of the tomb rises from a sixteen-sided base. The tomb has been criticized for its weakness in proportions hence a lack of balance in its make-up.


Saturday, November 1, 2008

Heart broken can be mended, cracks remain forever

Heart broken can be mended, cracks remain forever...

A self portrait
at home
Olympus C170/D425

I look into the mirror
only to see
an empty frame of broken pieces,
images of me.

Love and pain go hand in hand. I'll continue this soon.


Around the corner, a vanished friend

Around the corner, a vanished friend

Backyard of neighbors
New Delhi
Canon powershot S3IS

well... this scooter is in someones backyard actually and the fence grill was very close to i popped in my cam through the grill 2 get the grills out of the that's why couldn't manage to get the whole scooter in the frame.


Portrait of a Parrot

Portrait of a Parrot

Delhi Zoo
New Delhi,
Canon powershot S3IS

One of my fave shots. Makes me feel so lazy and dreamy. Takes me back to the time when I was just a child and living on the top most floor of the building, I use to spend hours in mid summers day gazing lazily at those big birds circling the clear blue skies. Soaring and rising...Nostalgia hits me...the lightness of the summer air, the emptiness of the drying trees, the howling hot and dry winds, the parched silence of the afternoon, the eager wait for the evening, those days of slow simple dreamy doordarshan....I miss those summers.


Cocaine or marijuana?

Cocaine or marijuana?

Himachal pradesh, India
Canon powershot S3IS

Manikaran is around 5 kms from Kasol. Kasol is also known as the marijuana captical of India. Hence the no. of Israeli's exceed the no. of locals there. The road signs and other boards are written in Hebrew. Infact if you go to a cyber cafe and open a webpage, it opens in hebrew. It is almost like a mini Irael in India.


Goodbye Milkyway

Goodbye Milkyway

An Abstractic self portraitPhotoshop CS3
Olympus C170/D425

Goodbye Milkyway

I say goodbye to the milkyway
Its goodbye my milkyway

Earths atmosphere washing the last of my memories and emotions
My soul's cleansing, the last one in motion

Leaving all the wishes, dreams behind me
I enter the space where no mortal could bind me

And its goodbye to the milkyway
So long my friend, the milkyway

I'm floating i'm flying, and why wont i?
I just rid myself of the earthly burdens in the last of my sky

I float through the endless space of freedom
Floating towards that big bright light, my god's kingdom

And i say goodbye milkyway
Goodbye to your starry display

No failure no sucess, no pincode no address
I break free from life's decaying abortiveness

Its so light its so free, its such a high
Stars, constellations, galaxies passing by

And i bid goodbye to the milkyway
farewell my milkyway

I gain momentum, earth's faded away in the lightyears
Adrift in endless eternity, i hear the music of the spheres

Im dissolving in the nothingness of the bright light
Now one with the light,
I burn bright i burn bright....

- Wrote this at 4am in the morning few weeks ago...was high on enigma

This was a useless self i played around on PS and ended up with this.


Happy Diwali

Diwali.....coming soon :P

A temple at chanakyapuri
New Delhi, India
Canon powershot

~!!______Happy Diwali everyone______!!~

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