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#There are times when you simply have to pack the camera away and just imbibe the awesomeness.

#Continuously looking at the world through an eyepiece only narrows your vision

But then, #memories fade, photographs don't !

Golden rays of the setting sun on an overcast wintry day, highlighting a scene like this ? Lasts for all of twelve minutes. Make the most of it !

alone ..

.. and startled. Click through to full size, and look into its eyes to see what I mean ..

I was debating over a write-up which included people while being part of a flock, getting too engrossed in their personal struggles and drifting away to a point where suddenly they look up and see they are alone, which is basically a non-likeable kind of suprise ...

But then I started thinking up of the effect that social groups have on your activities and interests, which are a big part of your life -certainly a very big part of the life that you control. (I will count the time that you spend poking at random keys in office outside the scope of that definition. Its a strange thing, this poking at keys. I keep doing that every day the way that I have done for five, six years now. Nothing's ever come out of it and I know probably nothing will, but I keep on slogging at it all the same. Maybe some mice somewhere are making an experiment to find out the point where people give up on the typing. That has not been determined yet, and I think that the study is going to be modified to be called "A Tribute to the Human Spirit")
Coming back, so - that is a big enough chunk of life to be defining what you were doing in a particular period of time, the winter of 2000, for example.

Or, the summer of 2008.

It was the time that I had discovered the pleasures of having a friend with a knack for cooking, a wide screen TV and an unlimited supply of movies in the heart of Mumbai, at a three-station distance ride from office. And said friend being a cricket junkie, I also discovered the thrills of IPL season one, which I would have otherwise kept track of through cursory glances at match reports in between random poking of keys. I - without a home team to root for, started cheering for the team of the city that we had begun to call home, escatic in its victories, crestfallen in its defeats, and generally super-optimistic about the prevalence of hopes and wishes over figures and probabilities. Unfortunately the celebrations were not many that year, but while we (WE!) did not win, that summer was the summer that we played cricket, each day for four hours after office, and then sometimes we played some replays too.

Switch to season three, away from appropriate society, I am back to glancing through match reports.

Err.. the thought of watching matches always makes me hungry for popcorn. Even though I am not really watching them. I think I will go fix something to eat. Stuck in a house alone over a weekend has a kind of non-constructive effect over regular eating habits..

boyz toyz

Notes to myself:
1) Need to add a reflector to minimise shadows, instead of having to dodge all over in post-processing
2) Use a tripod. For this shot with a convinient white background,the L lens does not have much advantage over the kit lens. Bokeh is not the point of every shot.

James Bond watches and Swiss Knives - the allure of these gadgets is in their versatility. The number of situations these can bail their owners out from. The sheer thrill of finding solution to something you need right there in your hands.

And where do you find these toys most ? Put up in glass showcases. Owners keeping them out of adverse "situations". :)

its coming !

I kept waiting for birdie to stand up and pose against the white background, but it did not oblige me for a long, long time.

Spring is coming, and it's putting a song on every lip and a dance on every step.

looking back

When I look back on life, there are events I would like to forget, things that I would like to change - given another chance.
There are also things that I am thankful for, events whose memory leaves me with a warm afterglow each time I think of them. It is for these memories that I am a sucker, creating little bubbles of time in photographs, hoping to peep into these later a time when they would thrill me most.

Good or bad, these are the events that shaped my life. Would it be possible to take away the bad ones while leaving the good ones intact ? Maybe, or maybe not. Some of the events were good just because of the environment which they took place in. Others - are just so, neither good nor bad, but they mellow over time, ripening into what we call the good old times.

Life is just a tapestry. Trying to take out some of the things might make the whole thing fall apart. Or at least, introduce wrinkles in your beauty sleep.

On the whole, its been a fun thing.

my way

There's a serene loop around the lake in Columbus Park: with rustic benches, fountains and wood-ducks for accompaniment , you start to think that the route for your morning run cant get any better than this.

Then comes the Fall and takes your breath away.

monday

Will Mondays ever be this ?

:)