sometimes i feel...

...that this wretched, desparate struggle with time that i call my life is nothing but a dream and soon i'll get up and find myself in the utopia of my fancies. That in one supple, succint moment of magic all that is wrong will be set right and i'll live happily ever after.

And somehow, i know that i'm not alone in having this kind of feeling. Do you also feel like this sometimes?

a day at the Durga Puja

October-November are the months of festivals in India. and one of the most important festival in northern and eastern India is the Durga Puja. the little Bengali dominated enclave of C R park is the heart of Durga Puja celebrations in New Delhi, the capital of India and the city i call home :)

Bengali's are the people who take their festivals seriously, with the Puja being their biggest and most important festival. The arrival and stay of Mother Goddess Durga during nine days of Navratri is celebrated in many other parts of the country, but nowhere with this fanfare and
passion.

If you are in Delhi at around this point of time, it is highly recommended that you pack one day of your life visiting different pandals (venues) and pay obeisance to the Goddess. gaily dressed crowds, lots to eat, lots to click and yeah, so much to observe and marvel at, these are the
things that make my Durga Puja celebrations.

hope you'll like a few glimpses of my day in these pics :)


 

i'm busy reading the glass palace

and want to finish it tonight. Its another thing that around 200 pages still remain. Finally, there is some action in this long, lethargic storyline and i don't want to keep the book down at this point of time.

Talking of action, i'd a day packed with it. The Navratri fasts were over today and i gorged upon sinfully rich food. Then, in the afternoon, half asleep i went to be a part of the Durga Puja celebrations at C.R. Park. Had a great time with Amrak, Abhi n SD. Roamed around quite a wee bit, clicked some pics, took Ma Durga's blessings, talked a lot... but in all of this, kept missing Dee.

So all in all, a day brimful with activities and i would have loved to go on and on. But you already know that i don't talk too much and anyways, have a book to finish as well ;)

c ya soon!

some days are like this only

Had a blissful day in her company. Out of the blue we decided to meet and watch a movie. We reached the theatre and found two options suiting our timings. And you know what, we left the choice of the movie on the ticket counter girl. All we asked her was, "any of the two shows which has the option of corner seats!" ;)

After the movie, while having lunch, we remembered the first movie we'd watched together. It was at the same theatre, same time of the day and almost the same time of the year. We were not even going out then. But i do remember that i missed her a lot after saying goodbyes that day :)

Its been four years, well almost. And from Munnabhai to Do dooni chaar, this magic of stolen moments, of planned-unplanned meetings, of days well spent in the company of each other just never seem to end. And may it never end. *Amen*

on time and photographs

Yesterday i was wondering about photographs. And how they alone have the ability to stop time in its tracks. So much alike in this power as the portrait of Dorian Gray... but opposite in the effect.


The portrait took everything upon itself while Dorian remained young. Our photographs remain beautiful and timeless, while we keep ageing outside their frames.




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एक ख़त टाटा इंडिकॉम के नाम

अभी रहते हैं वो दोनों
दूर एक दूसरे से
दो शहरों का
दो घरों का
फासला है दरम्याँ उनके

बस एक अनदेखी सी डोर है
बांधे रखती है जो उन्हें
डोर बातों की
और बातें दुनियाभर की
आज का दिन कैसा रहा
बातें स्कूल, कॉलेज, ऑफिस, दोस्ती, ज़िन्दगी की

अभी दूर रहते हैं वो दोनों एक दूसरे से
मिल पाते हैं हफ्ते में सिर्फ एक बार
तभी वो लड़का और वो लड़की
रोज़ रात को बात करते हैं फ़ोन पर

तुम अगर 'नेटवर्क' ठीक कर लो थोड़ा और अपना
तो ये डोर टूटे न कभी

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when an artist dies

"When an artist passes away, some bits of him start living in his works. till the time he was alive, he was this other self, roaming around the streets of this world, but now that he is dead, his works take an inner glow, as if they hold some bits of his soul... shining from behind the canvas and the frame, in a soft, translucent glow."

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