Delhi – Places and Faces

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  1. Brian MillerJanuary 18, 2010 at 1:30 AM

    nice. it was fun to visit through the eye of your lens. i really like the black and white street scenes.

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  2. Iddy AlbatrossJanuary 18, 2010 at 4:08 PM

    @ Brian... I loved those shots as well. Black and white somehow has it's own charm, something that color photographs can never have...

    Cheers

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  3. Iddy AlbatrossJanuary 18, 2010 at 4:08 PM

    @ Brian... I loved those shots as well. Black and white somehow has it's own charm, something that color photographs can never have...

    Cheers

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  4. NitiJanuary 21, 2010 at 6:02 PM

    each photograph has a story to tell.. will come back to this one!!
    I love the one with the broken down house... I once wrote a post on one such house..with the tag line from asian paints ad "har ghar kuch kehta hai..ki andar isme kaun rehta hai" when you look at it..u can feel what must have once happened in that house...once upon a time and ur free to make your own story your own life for that house..awesome power in your hands...

    sorry..kinda long!

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  5. NitiJanuary 21, 2010 at 6:02 PM

    each photograph has a story to tell.. will come back to this one!!
    I love the one with the broken down house... I once wrote a post on one such house..with the tag line from asian paints ad "har ghar kuch kehta hai..ki andar isme kaun rehta hai" when you look at it..u can feel what must have once happened in that house...once upon a time and ur free to make your own story your own life for that house..awesome power in your hands...

    sorry..kinda long!

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  6. Iddy AlbatrossJanuary 21, 2010 at 6:41 PM

    @ Niti... Down in Chandni Chowk, every corner and every brick and every grain of dirt has a story to tell.

    I was on a cycle rickshaw when I clicked that picture of the broken down house. Interesting how that tagline of Asian Paints fits so wonderfully, even for a broken house like that.

    You're coming back soon enough to this one, I hope...? :)

    Cheers...

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  7. Iddy AlbatrossJanuary 21, 2010 at 6:41 PM

    @ Niti... Down in Chandni Chowk, every corner and every brick and every grain of dirt has a story to tell.

    I was on a cycle rickshaw when I clicked that picture of the broken down house. Interesting how that tagline of Asian Paints fits so wonderfully, even for a broken house like that.

    You're coming back soon enough to this one, I hope...? :)

    Cheers...

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  8. NitiJanuary 23, 2010 at 4:55 AM

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  12. NitiJanuary 23, 2010 at 4:55 AM

    Like I promised..will come back to this one

    I stood in the corner
    Earning for food
    Straight as a monument
    Up in the bubbles
    Memory of the old
    Saluting the new
    Tied up in knots
    Walking with no clue
    One in the crowd
    Or just walking alone
    Leaning against
    A hazy l’il road
    One in the crowd
    Or walking alone
    Dead as a rope
    Or tired as the old
    Waiting to be back
    Like the wire from the pole
    I look down and walk
    And I’m scared to cross
    A window is open
    And my house is broken
    Tangled like a kite
    Or rolling like a wheel
    A bird on the wire
    Or working on steel
    The epitome of god is standing still
    The sun will still rise
    And the birds will still sing.


    each line is each photograph.. soesnt make much sense.. and is quite vague.. but I kinda like it.!!

    Adios

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  13. NitiJanuary 23, 2010 at 4:55 AM

    Like I promised..will come back to this one

    I stood in the corner
    Earning for food
    Straight as a monument
    Up in the bubbles
    Memory of the old
    Saluting the new
    Tied up in knots
    Walking with no clue
    One in the crowd
    Or just walking alone
    Leaning against
    A hazy l’il road
    One in the crowd
    Or walking alone
    Dead as a rope
    Or tired as the old
    Waiting to be back
    Like the wire from the pole
    I look down and walk
    And I’m scared to cross
    A window is open
    And my house is broken
    Tangled like a kite
    Or rolling like a wheel
    A bird on the wire
    Or working on steel
    The epitome of god is standing still
    The sun will still rise
    And the birds will still sing.


    each line is each photograph.. soesnt make much sense.. and is quite vague.. but I kinda like it.!!

    Adios

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  14. NitiJanuary 23, 2010 at 4:55 AM

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  15. NitiJanuary 23, 2010 at 4:55 AM

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  16. Iddy AlbatrossJanuary 23, 2010 at 10:34 AM

    @ Niti... Brilliant!! :) Loved every line, somehow made the pictures come alive, every one of them! Thank you for that beautiful poem... and yes, it did make sense. The parts that mattered, at least...

    Cheers

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  17. Iddy AlbatrossJanuary 23, 2010 at 10:34 AM

    @ Niti... Brilliant!! :) Loved every line, somehow made the pictures come alive, every one of them! Thank you for that beautiful poem... and yes, it did make sense. The parts that mattered, at least...

    Cheers

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  18. sakhii••March 3, 2010 at 2:52 PM

    india gate wala is gud...!!n othrs gr8:)

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  19. Iddy AlbatrossMarch 3, 2010 at 4:22 PM

    @ sakhii... Thanks. The India Gate shot is one of my favourites as well :)

    Cheers...

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  20. Iddy AlbatrossMarch 3, 2010 at 4:22 PM

    @ sakhii... Thanks. The India Gate shot is one of my favourites as well :)

    Cheers...

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