When out of ideas, go to your sketchbook! :")
How I love them all!
How I love them all!
Monday, March 31, 2014
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
You amuse me blogger
The posts which I am trying to publish since forever , well they are stuck in forever.
And the publish failed post is published
Amusing.
And the publish failed post is published
Amusing.
Publish Failed
Why would you do that ?
Why?
Countless times!
All my energy and time I dedicate to you!
You have this tiny fit for a second,
one second and all that I produced is gone,
Why blogger why, would you fail to publish my posts?
Why?
Countless times!
All my energy and time I dedicate to you!
You have this tiny fit for a second,
one second and all that I produced is gone,
Why blogger why, would you fail to publish my posts?
Monday, March 17, 2014
An interesting day
It started as a normal day, internship at the bhau daji lad museum
I had to collect natural fallen objects (to some people-garbage) lying around in the jijamata udyan aka rani ka baug!
I went inside and started collecting and it brought a smile to my face, it reminded me of the time when I used to leave my house with a sketchbook pen, camera walking across different roads sitting and sketching ancient trees, the twisted branches, graceful creepers, withered walls, shooting random moments, utterly fail at composing, try to capture the vivid patterns, even attempt to create some, stare at a wriggly worm, follow a butterfly, meow at a cat, talk to crows till the sky blue turned prussian, that would be my cue.
I had to collect natural fallen objects (to some people-garbage) lying around in the jijamata udyan aka rani ka baug!
I went inside and started collecting and it brought a smile to my face, it reminded me of the time when I used to leave my house with a sketchbook pen, camera walking across different roads sitting and sketching ancient trees, the twisted branches, graceful creepers, withered walls, shooting random moments, utterly fail at composing, try to capture the vivid patterns, even attempt to create some, stare at a wriggly worm, follow a butterfly, meow at a cat, talk to crows till the sky blue turned prussian, that would be my cue.
Been ages since I've done that,
A nice long walk , alone, no purpose, no worries, no desires, nothing concrete, no expectations, just a walk.
A nice long walk , alone, no purpose, no worries, no desires, nothing concrete, no expectations, just a walk.
Thank you BDL for reminding me!
And now the photographs!
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Another life.
It seems as if , it was all an eternity ago,
It never made any sense then nor is it making any sense now,
There never would have been enough time,
I feel as if it was another life
another reality
when we were together
Sometimes I wonder, if you called, would I still recognize your voice?
I fail to remember your last laugh
the last fight,
the last hug,
the last kiss,
the last goodbye.
It never made any sense then nor is it making any sense now,
There never would have been enough time,
I feel as if it was another life
another reality
when we were together
Sometimes I wonder, if you called, would I still recognize your voice?
I fail to remember your last laugh
the last fight,
the last hug,
the last kiss,
the last goodbye.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
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