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A Little bit of Kajoling: Distant lit up memory
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A Little bit of Kajoling. Tuesday, August 20, 2013. Distant lit up memory. A blackout in the village is pitch dark. One hears voices from neighbouring homes while the moon shines on the pond in the backyard with frogs croaking in unison.If one listen's carefully one can hear the occasional prayer song and the tinkering beats of the accompanying khanjani. Singers trailing down from the terracotta temples across the pond. The earthen lamp lit up as a daily ritual at the tiny alcove near the tulsi. Khanjani...
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Onophotopoeia: UnTagged...
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Some times even the most mundane of scenes, the most commonplace of faces or the most trivial of objects prove to be a cradle of beauty.unleashing new meanings when looked at again and again. The true magic of photography lies in the fact that we can capture the fleeting moments to revisit them.to listen to the music that the image resounds. Onophotopoeia. View my complete profile. Autumn in New York. The object of my affection. Boulevard of broken dreams. When all hell broke loose. 9 Pigs on the wing (P...
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A Little bit of Kajoling: May 2013
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A Little bit of Kajoling. Monday, May 6, 2013. The city in snapshots. When one pursues photography as a hobby, an unavoidable side effect is one looks at the world in "frames". Wherever you look you end up composing pictures. But then I wonder may be I should just buy a flower garland from the friendly lady and offer it to the goddess at the temple. I should probably go to the "mudir dokaan". Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The city in snapshots. Distant lit up memory. Having grown up in military cantonments...
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A Little bit of Kajoling: February 2008
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A Little bit of Kajoling. Monday, February 25, 2008. Yawning away, while reading a document, i realised that i have ignored this space for quite sometime now. A poem by Rilke. A very beautiful poem in a friends blog space led me to this one. I almost could imagine the real life version of this poem. . beautiful. Sometimes she walks through the village in her. All absorbed in restraining herself,. And yet, despite herself, she seems to move. According to the rhythm of her life to come. Moves on too fast.
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Through the Looking Glass: March 2007
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Through the Looking Glass. The world and all that goes around, through my looking glass. Saturday, March 24, 2007. Aah, it sounds good now. For sometime now, ive been thinking of giving a new look to my cherie here. so i decided to rename her, gave her a new url and change a few things around. She looks pretty now doesnt she? Wednesday, March 21, 2007. Yet those early birthday parties remain my sweetest memories. Tuesday, March 20, 2007. Exquisite is the word. The evening ended with all of us landing at ...
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Onophotopoeia: The object of my affection...
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Some times even the most mundane of scenes, the most commonplace of faces or the most trivial of objects prove to be a cradle of beauty.unleashing new meanings when looked at again and again. The true magic of photography lies in the fact that we can capture the fleeting moments to revisit them.to listen to the music that the image resounds. Onophotopoeia. View my complete profile. Boulevard of broken dreams. When all hell broke loose. Good to be back home again. Sentinels of the south. A graduate studen...
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Onophotopoeia: June 2006
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Some times even the most mundane of scenes, the most commonplace of faces or the most trivial of objects prove to be a cradle of beauty.unleashing new meanings when looked at again and again. The true magic of photography lies in the fact that we can capture the fleeting moments to revisit them.to listen to the music that the image resounds. Onophotopoeia. View my complete profile. Autumn in New York. The object of my affection. Boulevard of broken dreams. When all hell broke loose. Eternity and a Day.
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Onophotopoeia: September 2006
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Some times even the most mundane of scenes, the most commonplace of faces or the most trivial of objects prove to be a cradle of beauty.unleashing new meanings when looked at again and again. The true magic of photography lies in the fact that we can capture the fleeting moments to revisit them.to listen to the music that the image resounds. Onophotopoeia. View my complete profile. Autumn in New York. The object of my affection. Boulevard of broken dreams. When all hell broke loose. You run and you run.
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Onophotopoeia: October 2006
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Some times even the most mundane of scenes, the most commonplace of faces or the most trivial of objects prove to be a cradle of beauty.unleashing new meanings when looked at again and again. The true magic of photography lies in the fact that we can capture the fleeting moments to revisit them.to listen to the music that the image resounds. Onophotopoeia. View my complete profile. Autumn in New York. The object of my affection. Boulevard of broken dreams. When all hell broke loose. Autumn in New York.
