Another Evening

After a day of adventure on 31-DEC-2011 with Manjiri we were enjoying the silence of lake somewhere near Ramnagaram. I took the liberty of some clicks beside the lake though it was about to get dark. Significance of this snap is the moment it was captured. After a long long time I had some good time, I celebrated new yrs eve, a day I always considered to be like any other day of year. I ended the year with a new hope that 2012 is going to change my life, hope that 2011 is leaving me with some new dreams, a ray of light leading to the feeling of content, of no regrets and only success.

The picture has landscapes in background (depicting the past full of rocks) with a smiling face looking forward to 2012, hence I chose it to be yet another piece of photography.

I write because...

I started writing when I moved to a different school in class 9. My first few write-ups were about the change I went through in the new group of friends and teachers.I continued because  I have an innate need to express. I write as I get my share of alone time while I write. I write as it’s my passion. Perhaps I write because I want to understand reasons behind all the messed up feelings I have.  I write as it calms me down. I write with a hope that someday I will be read through my blogs. I write as it reminds me of  all the ups and downs I faced. I write because I want to do what I love doing and do it often. I write as its easy to be understood this way.

Love

Love is when he calls with random cute names and she responds with a smile. Love is when she walks along with him without asking "Where". Love is when their heart communicate without words in silence. Love is when he teaches her to cook. Love is when she follows him everywhere in house after their fight to patch-up  Love is when he looks up, at the balcony while she sees him off for work, n they smile. Love is when you go out to eat and give him most of your French fries without making them give you any of his. Love is when he wears the shirt she gives for work. Love is when she spoils him with all the pampering. Wish I could find someone who will define love for me....

Pretension

It’s fun to watch kids while they pretend to sleep to get away from scolding, to watch them act sad as they don't get the toys they demand for. It’s adorable because we know it’s all done with cute intentions that are so important for them. As we grow, learn more and be aware of things around, we lose the innocence but the pretension remains. Intentions change but the assertion to be truthful and real is more.

It happens often now that I watch him lie; hear him narrate stories that have different versions, experience the fake feelings he portrays. But I never confront, may be because I don't want to hear more lies from him or maybe I want to see how far he can go with all his fake stories.

I wonder why people claim to be something they are not. Is it so difficult to remain simple? At times it is hilarious and there are times when it is painful and unbearable. All I need to do is learn to live with it and laugh every time I watch him lie.

My share of long drives

It was 8:10PM when I realized I am again late for home. Locked the drawer, packed all my stuffs and rushed to the basement. As usual I got the last cab out and after all security checks my cab was part of Bangalore traffic, making it more messy. Thanks to the driver's zigzag movements I was soon on top of the flyover, one of the few places in Bangalore where I can see stars clearly. One of the few places where I feel i'm closer to peace. I opened the window slightly to feel the wind, it was chilly. To my surprise the FM started with my favorite song. Tum dena sath mera, o hamnawa....Was this really the perfect moment or it was like every other night when I get late at work.I turned back in the cab to find the driver who was in rush to reach home probably because he has someone waiting. I am alone but happy to realize that its my share of long drives. Its my moment of satisfaction, of no regrets, of being content of my believes.