Letters 4rm hell
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Sunday, January 12, 2014
A Morning Walk
The early morning happenings at beaches of qatar are not quite different from that of what we are used to in India. It in fact confirms my belief that People are the same everywhere. I got to click a few more snaps. For some reason, I feel really happy composing all these shots. A long walk pausing for all these moments was so refreshing.
Photography - The hidden desire in me
I always loved looking in to photos for a long time.... I felt that each photo had a story to tell to us through the eyes of the photographer... It fascinated me once i started looking @ photography as an art... It is as if a person has a free reign in the world... what he/she chooses to portray is what is told in a shot... anything else happening in reality while composing the shot can be totally ignored and never to told about...
There are things that the human eye can simply not see that way it is supposed to be seen. Freezing a moment with all the minute details in a shot may be well with in the theoretical capabilities of our Human Brain. But it can so easily be captured and treasured forever as an image...
Thanks to my job, for it finally paid for my very own DSLR that i have always wanted to own... I now step in to that magical world where i wish to see it the way i want to see it. I hope that i can see it as special as the people whose stories i have had the pleasure of diving in to. I hope to create such moments of my own for the others to dwelve in to.
My first try with my DSLR was during my friend's marriage..... I would however cherish this one shot that i timed pretty well. Had to wait for that moment to happen for some time. And when it happened i was so happy that i caught it.. It may not mean much for people grazing through the pic... it meant a whole lot to me as i wanted that one moment to happen... Hope you get to know what that moment is... If you know it... then it means i have started my journey on a positive note... That my shots have started to say something to people looking in to it as well... :)
There are things that the human eye can simply not see that way it is supposed to be seen. Freezing a moment with all the minute details in a shot may be well with in the theoretical capabilities of our Human Brain. But it can so easily be captured and treasured forever as an image...
Thanks to my job, for it finally paid for my very own DSLR that i have always wanted to own... I now step in to that magical world where i wish to see it the way i want to see it. I hope that i can see it as special as the people whose stories i have had the pleasure of diving in to. I hope to create such moments of my own for the others to dwelve in to.
My first try with my DSLR was during my friend's marriage..... I would however cherish this one shot that i timed pretty well. Had to wait for that moment to happen for some time. And when it happened i was so happy that i caught it.. It may not mean much for people grazing through the pic... it meant a whole lot to me as i wanted that one moment to happen... Hope you get to know what that moment is... If you know it... then it means i have started my journey on a positive note... That my shots have started to say something to people looking in to it as well... :)
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Kanavirukku Colorae Illa... Padam Pakkuren Kathayae illa --------- Soup song (only peter)
Before you proceed....
Disclaimer: This was not written by a drunkard veera.... This was not written by a Devdas Veera :)
The bathroom poet within me just wanted to cry this poem out aloud... so plz bear....
Sitting alone, Lost in my thoughts
trying to pen down, the voice of my heart
Time and again I was proven lame,
Time and again, I ended up writing her name.
reminded I am... of days spent on her side ...
reminded I am... of being drugged by her smile...
seems funny,
that something so small a thing called love makes u feel the pain,
and puts all other efforts to overcome it in vain.
As my days resemble a sad song,
Makes me wonder what went wrong.
I pleaded for this...to the big man himself...
No matter what happens... to have this angel for myself....
Selfish I may sound...... but who wouldn’t have been...
For a mere mortal.... she is an elixir.
Be it gold... Be it kingdom...
I wanted none ... in exchange for what i sought..
Be it life... Be it death..
Whatever it was... I was willing to pay...
Denied I was... for it was never meant to be....
The god I believed... had abandoned me....
meeting her... created a memoir...
Now that she departs... I can hold on to that memoir....
but never her... and never her hand....
Filled with rage.. my heart resembles a hound....
I could only hope that time would heal this wound...
The past is deep… and dwelling takes time…..
For when my time ends… I wish to pass soon….
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