Pictures.. speak more than a thousand words..

I had mentioned pictures very recently (like in my first or second post)
So now, I am adding a few of the ones i love...

She was a frame at the Udaipur Hotel.. I kinda liked her. Wonder who was the model for it.

Caught this one outside a book store, peacefully taking a nap.

This one.. i consider it as a masterpiece. Its at Osho Garden, btw

The most confused Spiderman of his times, at Pune Railway Station (why did he not web his way instead, I wonder)

Seating arrangement at the Udaipur Hotel

hmmm.. that's me getting comfortable with a discarded statue of Buddha

at the parking of Agha Khan Palace.. yeh dosti hum nahi chhodenge.. anyone?

there are more. Wonder how will i ever get over them.

see ya around.

Life and People.. Hopes and Reality.

Hey..
Its been a long while since i blogged. Why? Cos i haven't the time. I haven't the time to think. I have started practicing my Keyboard, again. Its like rebirth. I used to play it a lot earlier. But never this way. This time i am on my own.
but now, I'm really wondering what kept me occupied.
I really love to blog. and it really doesn't take a lot of time. Then why wouldn't I blog? more than the Keyboard (I call him Jeremy), it was the people and their ways that occupied my mind.
Why do people have to be nice at one time and extremely morbid the other. Its a mortal insult to humanity to consider some poeple human at most times.
The other day, i was walking across and i saw an old woman lying beside the road. On further careful observation, i realised, she wasn't dead. (I was passing a hospital, that was the first thing that struck me). She definitely wasn't the most beautiful woman i have ever seen, not even close, not even a bit. However, there was something about her that i felt i could carry with me. She was poor, had no place to sleep, which was assumably why she was sleeping on the road. The rags she wore gave me an apt description of the best that she could afford to be. Was a slum dweller most probably. I wouldn't be surprised to know if her family had abandoned her to avoid funeral expenses. It would have been easy for me to feel superior to her. Really.
However, that was not to happen. There she was, sleeping. Peacefully. Made me wonder about her. I was happy to see her. She was not lying like she was thrown on the road. Not even like she is ashamed of her own self and is eagerly waiting for the cease of the wretched existence. She had absolutely no emotion and/or expression on her face. I was scared of waking her up. The way she was comfortable belittled me because of the vanity that makes us who we are. If she could be happy and content even on a makeshift bed on a footpath, what makes me grumble all the time? Why do I need more, all the very time?
I made the least noise possible, I wonder if that made a difference although, she was on the road anyways. But I simply honoured her privacy. I moved very close to her, so close that i could observe each and every wrinkle on her face sunken into tanquility. She was not happy, but she was satisfied.
I was so jealous of her. More like I was scared, I was scared that if she wakes up and I see some emotion on her face, I might not be able to stay jealous of her anymore. But if she was still worth being jealous of after she awakens, it would be disheartening. I was happier with me walking away with a hope that she might not be as happy as she appears. I didn't want her to wake up like the way everyone else does. I didn't want to see her wake up and begin her day casually. And even now, I hope she would not have done that.

Every other passer-by would have thought of her as a casualty of the material-driven society. I wonder how many really knew that it is not she, but me (and others like me), who really are a casualty, who really live pointlessly without a reason. I guess she was content for a reason afterall. What a pity, I lack the understanding and logic to realise that one can be happy even within a limit of consumable survival. Plenty is not necessary.

And here, I live on without any tangible sense, but a hope. Hope that she did not smile.

Is it not a shame that I would be better off if I assume that she is worse off than she appeared to be, pray, tell! Maybe it is. Maybe it is I who's the wretch afterall.

Anyways, see ya around.

lover of humanity or hater of mankind?

I am a person who is not really of the sweetish tendencies.
I am brutally crude, honest in the politically correct language. so what happens is.. i always nudge people on the wrong side of their elbows. people despice me, wish to avoid me. they think that i am a hater of mankind.
but tell me, if a connoiseur of food begins to like all food that is served to his/her taste buds, will it make him/her a connoiseur at all?
if a collector of art collects every peice of consumer driver creative imagination, would you really trust his tastes in art?
what makes the aforementioned people really distinguished in their choices is the fact that they choose. if you really like everything that is forced at you by the dire necessity of its presentation, you are, unfortunately, sweet nothing. the fact that everything is not similar exists for a reason. the entire idea being - choice is necessary. the logic behind such a choice is not mandatorily the one that is widely accepted.
By the simple arithmetical calculation which states if a=b and b=c, then a=c; we can easily conclude the following:
(i) i dont like to be nice to everyone
(ii) just because i am not nice to everyone does not necessary make me one, but people think that i am anti-human
(iii) i choose the people to whom i am nice to.
Thus, also you can safely assume that i have my reasons to choose the people who i like and by doing thus, i am displaying my love for humanity. I choose my people with just as much of caution as a connoiseur would choose the delicacy. and that makes me a true lover of humanity.
and its true. I am a lover of humanity, and proudly so. i do have an unusual taste of the same though. but then, instead of not knowing what to like, i know. Having a wrong opinion is better than not having an opinion at all. would it not be an insult to people if i love all of them equally? what if i like to read "Anything for you Ma'm" with the same zeal as i read Macbeth. Its a rebuke of Shakespeare himself. similarly if i like all the people alike, the ones who deserve more respect than the lesser mortals stand insulted.

think about it. its worth it.

See ya around.

Nupur

Generally i prefer not to name people on my blog. But Nupur is not people. She is Nupur.

We have a funny relation. She is my twin, looks alike but much better.

She has always been prettier than me. Always more innocent. But firmer, chirpier and she is the BEST person to argue with. You cant trick her twice.

We have evolved together. Like everyone else. We have had our times.

I still remember, when we were children, i used to do her hair and she would do my studies. I would help mum in the kitchen and she would clean the house. but she would consider me her world. i was an all-important person in her life. all the while. of all the people who know me, she knows me the most.

if at all anyone can predict or understand the logic behind what i do, it is she. she loves me.

But as Oscar Wilde once said, when you wear a mask for a long time, your face tends to grow and get used to it. With due passage of time, we grew up by age. She matured and i got back to childhood. Figuratively speaking, when i look at what has become of her, i cant but feel proud of her conduct. She is independant. FREE. Developed a passion for classy books and speaks as smoothly as a Coyote would run at NE 1.

The most important art that she possesses is her ability and willingness, more so, to charm people. She lives with roommates in a hostel. if it were me, they would have asked me to move out in a month or so. but she has been there for almost a year now and she has made awesome friends. She is so helpful and noble at heart that it makes me jealous.

She is flawed too. If she wasn't i would have died of the burden of being born with a demigod. But its not the flaws that trouble me. There are things which i expect her to dissimilar me. But she doesn't. She is tempestous too. She is stubborn just like me and when earlier it was easier to emotional blackmail her, she has adapted herself to those and now she is just as unmovable as fate.

And then co-inceidentally, i expect her to think like me in a certain areas. But those are the very areas where she begs to differ. and these are too numerous to exemplify.

Thus, there arises conflict between the two of us. Oh! We've had our times. We have fought like crazy animals and we have fought like diplomats. But exactly 4 and a half minute later we start to talk to each other like nothing happened. And that, precisely, is the beauty of us.

We were born together. So she has seen more of me than anything else.

We have shared our solitude together. We have been happy (at times even envious) at the other's fortune. We have bitched together and about each other. We have hit each other (not just when we were children. And here, I'd like to add- however disgraceful it may sound- we are unapolegetic about those times.) and we have moved on with that without mourning or condemning.

Even today, she treats me as her consellor and confidant.

Even today, even if we have not spoken to each other for a while, we can choose to depend on the other.

She shares all my secrets. Even the ones that i decide not to tell her but end up telling her half or quarter of an hour later. She shares all my thoughts.

It is she who makes me a better person all the while. If it were not for her, i would have never been what i am.

Oh MY god, if she sees this post, she will cry tears of disbelief.

however sentimental she may be, underneath the thick solid crust, she has a heart made of old rusted iron. Several volcanoes together can melt her.

but she is an angel when she chooses to be, provided the circumstances allow.

I have an unimaginable way of loving. If you have seen the movie Avatar. You can't fly on a 'declan' unless the declan chooses you. And how would you know that a declan has chosen you - "it will try to kill you" OUTSTANDING!

i don't try to kill nobody. But my ways are unfathomable. only Nupur understands.

So here as you see, Nupur is an important part of my life.

See ya around.