Delhi – Places and Faces
The Friend Circle
"If only I had a gun," thought Ali. "Maybe, if I could blast a bullet in my head, it'd help to stop the pounding." He laughed at the absurdity of the thought almost immediately though, as real life took a grip on him again. He had never thought that he could fight with Raman the way he did. He never thought that he was capable of saying the things that he did, to Raman; his best friend since childhood. He wanted to say a lot of things to him; that he hadn't really meant any of the things he had said to Raman when they fought. That he still was his best friend, in spite of everything. Most importantly, he wanted Raman to know that he did not want him to "die and go to hell" as he had told him to. Ali had tried calling Raman quite a few times, but he had had no luck. He was very hopeful thus, when finally the phone rang. He picked up the phone hastily, only to see that it wasn't Raman, but Kalpana who was calling him. "Kay. I thought it was ...
nice. it was fun to visit through the eye of your lens. i really like the black and white street scenes.
ReplyDelete@ Brian... I loved those shots as well. Black and white somehow has it's own charm, something that color photographs can never have...
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@ Brian... I loved those shots as well. Black and white somehow has it's own charm, something that color photographs can never have...
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each photograph has a story to tell.. will come back to this one!!
ReplyDeleteI 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!
each photograph has a story to tell.. will come back to this one!!
ReplyDeleteI 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!
@ Niti... Down in Chandni Chowk, every corner and every brick and every grain of dirt has a story to tell.
ReplyDeleteI 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...
@ Niti... Down in Chandni Chowk, every corner and every brick and every grain of dirt has a story to tell.
ReplyDeleteI 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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ReplyDeleteLike I promised..will come back to this one
ReplyDeleteI 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
Like I promised..will come back to this one
ReplyDeleteI 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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ReplyDelete@ 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...
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@ 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...
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india gate wala is gud...!!n othrs gr8:)
ReplyDelete@ sakhii... Thanks. The India Gate shot is one of my favourites as well :)
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@ sakhii... Thanks. The India Gate shot is one of my favourites as well :)
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