Doing good? hmm?? O... great! that's a relief to know! :)
Well... its a summer again and its all humid and hot in the city. So, no outdoors for a couple of months...But, thankfully 2011 has the summer less cruel than 2010...
For a few days I have been taking shots of some very common place objects. Tables , chairs and what not; but could not create a "Mr.P" out of them. Guess I will never know what he actually used to do with the camera. Yah, he is still not back and I am still looking for him. But all the days he was there with me, he made me realize one thing very clearly: To make anything look beautiful, you have to believe that it is already beautiful.
Ahhmm... well... enough of philosophy. Below are a few takes by me very much inside my own room. And yes... there are no colours.
In October 2009, me and my entire family (of more than fifteen members) had a Kerala trip. [You can find the full Kerala travelogue here]. There, our last destination was Cochin. From there I bought these.
I am a little strange kind of traveler who generally forgets to bring back souvenirs. Only get reminded about them when I see someone else buy them. Same case with these. But here is another fact - I got these BLADES for me and they were the only souvenirs I brought back. (yes, you sure have the rights to be judgmental about me...).The next one is a shot I got holding the camera in one hand (you can SEE why). But strangely, no blur! This one (not the shot but that metallic object in it) was again a thing back from a place (Pelling, March 2011, colleagues).
Nothing new to say about my "bring things for people too" habit. But honestly, I wanted this piece of work for myself. No offense guys, but it was raining in the hilltop and I grabbed and ran with what I could (after paying, off course). The lady who sold me this fake Tibetan MEDALLION was good enough to grant me a good discount even after my poor bargaining for a just a cast on metallic piece.People say, there is no bigger achievement in this world than to be able to love selflessly. One day, a kitten, barely a few days old and hungry, was found meowing in the little garden of our house. My sister, took it in. Today, if noone, then at least a cat knows that somebody has scored a big achievement in the house where it lives now.
All is fine, but what is with the name?? My sister calls him (him) - Strawberry. (Guess... Spike or Tiger or Killer would have done better.) Anyway, a good part of Strawberry's daily activity includes coming to our second floor, rubbing its torso with the feet of people (like me) and simply DOZE the time off.Even though it is summer, gray skies and little storms are not very unusual in the city. And for a careful boy like me, closing the windows in time is... well... something of a topic which you should not discuss with my mom. With no more damage than a layer of dust on the floor, that day the wind lowered its velocity leaving one of these in my room:
It is a very very rare habit of mine of keeping leaves and flowers inside books. On seeing this dried and flat guest, few things came back to me. I have no idea if it came directly from a dead tree, or from a nearby garbage bin or it was at all a symbol of A MEMORY of someone, kept inside somebody's secret diary (and later, let go off).Wohh!! It seems I talked a lot today. Must stop now (you gotta get back to what you were doing!)... Anyway, it is needless to say that it was great, yet again, to spend these minutes with you.
Hopefully, will see you next time with something better to show.
Till then, stay healthy stay cheerful...
Bye! :)
