Stamped

This weekend while cleaning up my cupboard i found a box in my drawer. A box full of postal stamps. Indian stamps and stamps of various countries. As kids, my friends and i were avid stamp collectors. Pestering anyone and everyone who remotely had a chance to get a mail from any other country. Spending the weekends dipping the envelopes in water to peal off the stamps. Exchanging the duplicate ones and bringing to school any new stamp we laid our hands on to show it to everyone. Squabbling over the "exchange price" of stamps , asking two or more stamps for some really rare duplicate ones. That was all a really long time back. i dont remember making any much of addition to this collection since leaving the school. And i really doubt if there will be here onwards. The internet, email and instant messaging has now made snail mail a thing of past. In coming years these stamps may become a rare commodity, probably seen only with philatelists.

Lines

Do these lines on palms really mean something? Do these lines tell us our future? What is the purpose of these lines? Do these lines really make us who we are? i don't know... But this add that is aired on the television tells us how all through our lives we are governed by some lines ... but these lines don't make much of a difference, the only lines that matter are the lines that we make. Beautiful ... isn't it?

Lines can keep you in,
lines can keep you out.

Some lines you don't understand.

Some lines you can erase,
some...you can't.

Some lines you wait for.
Some lines make you wait.

Lines can keep you alive.
Lines are with you till the end.

But the only lines that matter,
are the ones you make.

The Flowers

Yesterday evening i had nothing to do so i decided to drop by and check some books at some roadside bookwallahs around Deccan. I parked my bike and crossed the road using the Garware bridge subway. I still remember ... few years back this subway used to be so very dirty, full of filth n garbage with shady looking characters n beggars all over the place. I used to be scared to go down the dark n dimly lit corridors under the bridge then. Well fortunately things have changed a lot since then. Though the subway has become much cleaner ... got rid of the beggars and all, once you get out of the subway you can still see people selling vegetables, fruits books, CDs n DVDs and other knick knacks right in the middle of the filth. But yesterday just coming up from the subway i was greeted by these fresh flowers and for a change the subways which i used to fear looked very nice and pleasant.

The Last Dance

This snap is an old one taken at a party ... probably the last party when most of my friends were present. Since then all of us have gone in different directions ... pursuing our dreams. But i am sure none of us will ever forget those days because ...

But when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
Ya - I'd always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life

- Summer of '69

Main Amitabh banana chahata hun?

This snap here was taken on a cool bright December morning when a friend and i had gone for a morning walk. While returning this morning walk was turned to a morning jog by my friend ... and after some time i was trailing behind huffing and puffing. And thats when i saw my shadow on the road ... and i remembered some lines from a song from the movie Golmal (Amol Palekar one) ...

Main Amitabh Ho Gaya ...
Ho Sapane main Dekha Sapana...

Destiny

DESTINY

Where does this path lead to? Turning and disappearing around the corner ... Isn't this similar to our destiny? We never know where exactly the paths chosen by us will lead us to. It is said that parallel lines meet at infinity. So do these rails also meet somewhere? Aren't these rails like destinies of people with us? There are so many people treading the path along with us ... our paths parallel at times ... at times going away. And some paths that meet ours ... at infinity.

Whats it all about?

Sometimes a picture says more than a hundred words. Pictures tell a story ... pictures ask a question. Pictures make you think ... pictures make you wonder. On this blog i will be posting pictures of things that catch my eye. Things that we see everyday ... but don't even notice them. Of people that we pass by ... but don't care to give them a second look. Of scenes that leave us spellbound ... and scenes that evoke some emotions.

In short there will be just pictures and more pictures. Would like your comments on them as well as any captions if you can. So keep watching this space for some Visual Rhapsody.