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Hatred is the unforgiving misery of mankind. It’s not a solution, but the escape that we, at times require.

Posted by heathen at 20:14 4 comments: Labels: road less travelled


double shades.contd. this is a common sight in India, where inspite of the development that takes place...somethings remain unchanged. this is one of those things. we talk about providing electricity to the villages and we plan mega electricity projects, but we overlook the hazards and inconvenience that external wirings cause to the residents.WELCOME TO INDIA! We, in India, may fast be adopting ourselves to the changing times, but for the lower class which constitutes a majority of our population, this means of transportation proves to be a feasible low cost transportation. It is no style statement; it is the reality in India.
Posted by heathen at 19:22 4 comments: Labels: random clicks


Posted by heathen at 19:45 2 comments: Labels: as the river flows


double shades. this time i also chose a different shade than the contemporary black or sepia. i clicked this picture by pushing a friend behind the curtain...this was the result. Posted by heathen at 21:45 2 comments: 
double shades Isn’t it because of the shadows that we are able to see the light? Why then am I so scared of my own shadow? Why then do I refuse to walk with my own spectre?

Posted by heathen at 10:55 4 comments: I met karan yesterday outside my college. He was lying on the mud where the two wheelers were parked. He was being brash with his younger brother. He got obsessed with the camera I was using and was curious to know how it functioned. Unfortunately for him, the battery was wearing off, and I couldn’t demonstrate its functioning to him. In his curiosity he made sure that nobody distributed their attention to his younger brother, golu.

He insisted that I go call his mother, Gita from my college who worked on the fourth floor of the building. The consistency of his questions forced me to ask him a few of them so that I wouldn’t have to wrack my brains into answering his unnecessary questions. After my round of questions he declared that he didn’t go to school. If his mother could, she would definitely send him to one. His dad worked at the construction site.

The conviction with which he answered my questions caused me streamline his situation, it didn’t seem as grave as it actually is. He had accepted it the way life had thrown circumstances at him; no regrets. And it did not matter to him if he didn’t have a playing ball that he could toss around. He had the water bottle that my friend had carelessly thrown away after finishing it off. And certainly, he was not jobless. Along with his brother he cleaned the dustbin at the X’s restaurant. And that was no waste that he dealt in. That was his storehouse of creativity.

Every time he took his turn cleaning the dustbin he carefully left his brother behind and emptied the contents on the ground to nurture his creativity. He sprawled around on the muddy ground to escape the heat. And he tied a rubber band on his forehead for some reason not comprehendable by me.

I have my regrets and apologies that I have to offer each day. I wish and keep doing so and I never get tired. I accept things as they are and always anticipate that they will get better the next day; but I never stop wishing. I never wait a minute in life to thank god for what I already have. I look at those who are worse off than me, sympathize, and move on, never gratifying the life that I have. I don’t see the need to, because I take everything for granted. I have a whole lot of friends but I keep wishing that I have more, I get a good news and I keep hoping that the next time it will be even better; stability and stagnancy don’t influence my life, because I believe in simply moving on.

And at the core of my heart I even know that I have been the least successful in moving on. I don’t know what holds me back; neither do I know what is it that never lets me to be stagnant.

Posted by heathen at 19:46 No comments: the topic for the competition was 'discrimination against women.' this was one of the work-in-progress pictures that i took while covering the event.
Posted by heathen at 19:51 No comments: the in-between-the-competition acts...there was more action taking place outside the auditoriums, or so does it seem!
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