“This time I need an unflowered one…yes, yes any amount”,his satyriasis spoke gagging the person at other end.
After few hours when he was ’bout to turn the nob of Room no. A-435, Hotel Ashoka ; he saw his own daughter nervously waiting inside, through the flying curtains.
Stunned. Bedazed. He deleted the contact named ‘dealer‘ from his cell permanently. Shattered.
The other day I was going through an editorial from a photography magazine. I came across a wonderful sentence which almost changed my approach towards this wonderful hobby.
“You will not….cannot…own a moment by simply capturing it”, said K Madhavan Pillai.
Then I realized I should feel, sense the subject before clicking it.
The stale paper foil, shaky hands and the blur spectacles frame expresses enough.
All humans are equal. But some are more equal than others.
(This picture is inspired and hence the caption)
The gallant stains speak 'bout its commitment.
Life resembles so much. Too many colours to see them clear.
An image is much much better than words, when it comes to peace.
Of late, i’m a bit hooked to photography…Jodhpur evolved a photographer out of my small self.
This is my first true effort to capture some lovely moments with the pursuit to portray from an uncommon angle.
I’m a rookie,so comments and suggestions are most welcome!
Jodhpur's morning sun wakes up from Pali and enlightens the mechanical clock-tower;giving light to colourful,busy, noisy and traditional bazaar.
Leading lines are firmly depicted on Jodhpur's 'too soon' sadak, which awaits company of a non judgmental traveler on its unfrequented path.
The city of late 14th century, fondly called as the 'blue city' 'cause the color gives an indigo aura to it with blue colored houses surrounding the Mehrangarh Fort.
This diabetic Rajputana cat is drinking water wide her eyes wide open...depth in the background adds to the beauty of this picture.
A gypsy enjoying local tea. The Image shows as if one amongst the four white rats from 'the Karni Mata's' temple of Deshnoke is illusioning to assimilate into his black counterparts.
This disquieted face conveys us a ton. Deepened eyes, yet un-stooped shoulders. Corrupt milieu, yet saintly body. Dark texture, yet beautiful and pure heart!
The creator articulates it with utmost precision. But who asks for the exploited ones??
Yeh Dilli hai meri jaan....Fog mires Delhi with temperature going to record lowest since last 77 years.
Colour me,still colour me........Even if I’m lost in the paradigm of this new world, forget me not to still colour me.
And finally our Swati di and Milind jiju....May lord shower you both with lots of love and happiness !