Its only occasionally that you do something that gives you real pleasure. it happens to me really seldom...its like when I gave a beer when I really want to have a beer. or when I take a picture that makes me really happy. Like this one here. This for me is plain high.....not many agree with me but i cant help feeling a certain rush with this around. Its like creating something that is beautiful and truly beautiful because its so very simple. like this, all straight lines...no pretensions but for some reason it works. I took part in the Rose garden foto competition and have probably been laughed out. but still .....who cares, I am happy!!I made this image.
My homage to Pierre Jeanneret....
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Thursday, February 07, 2008
A foggy winter morning
Winter has been late, snow fall is late too and my trips to the hills are always followed and not preceeded by snow. And I need some snowy pics to complete my Mcleodganj chronicle but for a change feel tired and truly out of the time to do anything like that. So I make do with interesting stuff nearby, like below the underbridge at Zirakpur, I was getting late for work, sure, but I saw the fog and the bridge disappearing into the cloud in a distance, I had my D40 and a 50 mm 1.8 nikkor. I got this picture too, small mercies do exist after all.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Ataxia
Ataxia From Greek α- (used as a negative prefix) + -τάξις (order), meaning "lack of order". It is a neurological sign and symptom consisting of gross in coordination of muscle movements. Ataxia is an aspecific clinical manifestation implying dysfunction of parts of the nervous system that coordinate movement, such as the cerebellum.
I was in Mcleodganj a couple of days back for a weekend trip and beyond the usual irritations, the weather was fine, the back was holding up and life seemed good. Even photography did not seem important, life did for a change. And it did not look fantastic. Not all of it anyway.
I was sitting in the bright sunshine one afternoon at the tshuglagkhang or the main temple, and watching the bands that the shadows on the railings made on the floor. The 1000 prostrations lady carried on as usual, gave me a glare to make sure that I do not photograph her and Mcleodganj looked again the place where everything seems right with the world.
Then this guy walked by, beat up, rundown, staggering gait and beyond the obvious ataxia lay a story, heroic maybe, a walk across the Himalayas maybe. Or was it just too much booze?
The next time he walked across, I knew he would be back to make some more circumambulations.
And the next time, i was ready and i took his picture.
I was in Mcleodganj a couple of days back for a weekend trip and beyond the usual irritations, the weather was fine, the back was holding up and life seemed good. Even photography did not seem important, life did for a change. And it did not look fantastic. Not all of it anyway.
I was sitting in the bright sunshine one afternoon at the tshuglagkhang or the main temple, and watching the bands that the shadows on the railings made on the floor. The 1000 prostrations lady carried on as usual, gave me a glare to make sure that I do not photograph her and Mcleodganj looked again the place where everything seems right with the world.
Then this guy walked by, beat up, rundown, staggering gait and beyond the obvious ataxia lay a story, heroic maybe, a walk across the Himalayas maybe. Or was it just too much booze?
The next time he walked across, I knew he would be back to make some more circumambulations.
And the next time, i was ready and i took his picture.
Friday, December 21, 2007
The Door That Corbusier Painted
I was almost going to get married today but then I remembered that its Bakr-Id when dumb animals get sacrificed/killed and the Government of India was kind enough to declare a holiday. So I went out and got this picture instead.
I think its perfect.
I think its perfect.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Legislative Assembly-Chandigarh
I have recently been reading somewhat about the French architects of Chandigarh, namely Corbusier and Jeanneret. And the more I read, the more interested I became and thought that I might do a complete photo project on this topic. Its quite remarkable that Chandigarh is a city whose uniqueness (notwithstanding the obscenely high property prices) is often underestimated. As an experiment in architecture that took off and is successful in its own way, it is unparalleled. Personally, the more I have gone about, I have found Jeanneret's work to be much more humane and approachable. Corbusier on the other hand seemed to want to inspire awe in the onlooker and he succeeded too. Now things are compounded by the fact that all these magnificent buildings are in high security zones and are quite unapproachable. I hope that someday soon I will have the time to get permission and get some thorough recording done. Other than that, it is quite heart breaking to see decay take its toll through sheer callousness. The concrete is chipping off, and everything is across the barbed wire.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Sunday, December 02, 2007
The dynamics of Persistence
I often run across people who cant take no for an answer and unfortunately it becomes a problem when the no comes from a person who means it. And its sad to see that happen. Thats because everyone deserves happiness, and it doesn't come from holding on, it comes from letting go. I once realized long ago when I had cribbed over something long enough, and believed that I was unhappy and heart broken long enough that the greatest quality one can have is to be able to call it a day rather than to continue fruitlessly. I call it giving up with grace. Some times I wish others too would learn that lesson. It would make life so much easier for everyone concerned.
There can be various reasons for this obsessional persistence ranging from issues of self-esteem to simply having nothing better to do. But its never ever healthy. being persistent for a cause is ok, and is even desirable. Being persistent for the affections of another person is sick. And one never knows where it stops.
There can be various reasons for this obsessional persistence ranging from issues of self-esteem to simply having nothing better to do. But its never ever healthy. being persistent for a cause is ok, and is even desirable. Being persistent for the affections of another person is sick. And one never knows where it stops.
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