Fun weekend shoot at China Town....id love to do this often...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/divyaostwal
Monday, December 8, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Flow with the flow
Week after week, days pass like years. Monday morning I come back thinking…so many things undone. I wish I could say aloud ‘I don’t like what I did’. I want to accept that it isn’t the way I want it to be. There is a lot beyond what I see, if only I could learn to accept the present and say ‘what happens, happens for the best’. I didn’t think it’s going to be hard, but it is. You don’t want to sleep, wake up and live thinking about something that you didn’t expect or never wanted. Sorry, is all I feel like saying right now.
Mixed feelings. Confused soul. Tougher times when you can’t take a decision, cant speak your heart. Have bundled my thoughts and stacked them aside, cos they only make me teary. The ingredients never were right. Someone tell me how does magic happen…cos I thought I knew.
Lets go create magic... escape…and drown in work like never before!
Should plan another exciting weekend…. And as ‘du’ said flow with the flow!
Mixed feelings. Confused soul. Tougher times when you can’t take a decision, cant speak your heart. Have bundled my thoughts and stacked them aside, cos they only make me teary. The ingredients never were right. Someone tell me how does magic happen…cos I thought I knew.
Lets go create magic... escape…and drown in work like never before!
Should plan another exciting weekend…. And as ‘du’ said flow with the flow!
Friday, November 28, 2008
Fireflies in my dream!
Dreams have connotations…and I wake up not remembering them most times. Someone once asked me to keep a book under my pillow and make note of what I dream. I sleep sound...nothing wakes me up…not even a bad dream! Actually not even the fire alarm (Blog post - London weather - 9°C light rain)
It is believed that ‘women tend to have frequent dream recall than men’. That is in most probability that women didn’t stress out as much as they do today! We are equals!!
The recall of dreams is extremely unreliable, though it is a skill that can be trained. Dreams can usually be recalled if a person is awakened while dreaming.
I remember dreams in parts…. elements, which stick in my mind, are of people I don’t expect to behave in a certain way, or the last person I thought of in my waking life.
A biker friend was telling me about his expedition and the fun of riding. The next thing I dreamt about is taking a biking lesson on top of a cliff… Vertical Limit! I fear bikes after the many freak shows I’ve been a part of.
That wasn’t a weird dream…hang on
I was taking my granny doubles on a bicycle it was a long trip, she decides to get off, I couldn’t ride the bicycle, it started to rain, I started walking and I keep starting over and over again!
The person I am, it was hard to accept that I couldn’t perform a simple task. The fears I have in my waking life are things I tend to dream of most often.
In one of my better dreams I met ‘Shubh’. This dashing stunner, who I met for the first time, better have a reason to be there. See, I remember what is important!!
The best design ideas come to me while I’m asleep. Luckily I wake up remembering most of those. And yea, those concepts have been the most successful and accepted. Dreaming is a vehicle for pictorial representation.
I believe dreams have a message. They are vivid, complex and are messages that cannot be delivered in any other way. They are emotions.
Everyone dreams not sure of ‘dreams coming true’ though!
It is believed that ‘women tend to have frequent dream recall than men’. That is in most probability that women didn’t stress out as much as they do today! We are equals!!
The recall of dreams is extremely unreliable, though it is a skill that can be trained. Dreams can usually be recalled if a person is awakened while dreaming.
I remember dreams in parts…. elements, which stick in my mind, are of people I don’t expect to behave in a certain way, or the last person I thought of in my waking life.
A biker friend was telling me about his expedition and the fun of riding. The next thing I dreamt about is taking a biking lesson on top of a cliff… Vertical Limit! I fear bikes after the many freak shows I’ve been a part of.
That wasn’t a weird dream…hang on
I was taking my granny doubles on a bicycle it was a long trip, she decides to get off, I couldn’t ride the bicycle, it started to rain, I started walking and I keep starting over and over again!
The person I am, it was hard to accept that I couldn’t perform a simple task. The fears I have in my waking life are things I tend to dream of most often.
In one of my better dreams I met ‘Shubh’. This dashing stunner, who I met for the first time, better have a reason to be there. See, I remember what is important!!
The best design ideas come to me while I’m asleep. Luckily I wake up remembering most of those. And yea, those concepts have been the most successful and accepted. Dreaming is a vehicle for pictorial representation.
I believe dreams have a message. They are vivid, complex and are messages that cannot be delivered in any other way. They are emotions.
Everyone dreams not sure of ‘dreams coming true’ though!
Saturday, November 8, 2008
leading a secret life…
…and believing that is my world! There are times when I am not aware of why I took a certain decision, but I thought it was logical. And at that moment it was my gut feeling and I went by it. Never regretted any thing this far.
I do things that I never wanted to, but my inner self has a reason. The 2 angels talk aloud. The good says ‘what do you loose?’ the evil says ‘you are mad!’. They play a role, but it is ME who has to take a call. When I look around I wonder if everybody goes through this chaos in the head.
To the outer world, we are all individuals who have everything well organized, no chaos and no doubts. But that’s not true. My head is a muddle. I don’t accept people lying, I hate it when they don’t appreciate what deserves a thought, I can’t do things for a reason, I hate people who don’t believe in themselves, I cant stand it when you are not given your well worth and I don’t understand why do you need examples of others to take a decision for you.
Why do we want to be like someone else? Why don’t we have the courage to say what we feel, to do what we like, and be with whom we want? Why are there egos?
Don’t all of us want to be accepted, valued, appreciated, recognized? Don’t all of us have special people around who we think of more often than we think they do?! Don’t we all have one person who is allowed to critic? Don’t we remember the thrill of seeing someone unexpected, the happiness in doing nothing? Why cant we just tell people what we feel?
If you just said ‘NO’, you are living a secret life!
I am tired of answering these voices. Why cant my secret life be THE ONE I am living?
I do things that I never wanted to, but my inner self has a reason. The 2 angels talk aloud. The good says ‘what do you loose?’ the evil says ‘you are mad!’. They play a role, but it is ME who has to take a call. When I look around I wonder if everybody goes through this chaos in the head.
To the outer world, we are all individuals who have everything well organized, no chaos and no doubts. But that’s not true. My head is a muddle. I don’t accept people lying, I hate it when they don’t appreciate what deserves a thought, I can’t do things for a reason, I hate people who don’t believe in themselves, I cant stand it when you are not given your well worth and I don’t understand why do you need examples of others to take a decision for you.
Why do we want to be like someone else? Why don’t we have the courage to say what we feel, to do what we like, and be with whom we want? Why are there egos?
Don’t all of us want to be accepted, valued, appreciated, recognized? Don’t all of us have special people around who we think of more often than we think they do?! Don’t we all have one person who is allowed to critic? Don’t we remember the thrill of seeing someone unexpected, the happiness in doing nothing? Why cant we just tell people what we feel?
If you just said ‘NO’, you are living a secret life!
I am tired of answering these voices. Why cant my secret life be THE ONE I am living?
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
London weather - 9°C light rain
London took away from me the excitement of writing continuously. I got lazy I had too much to report. A week’s trip extended to a month long. I didn’t know where to start.
Couldn't stay away from home longer. My over grown eyebrow irritated me. Repeating clothes was boring. I wanted to drive without having a damn insurance and the bloody Tom-Tom ringing into your ear for speeding. The cold killed me. I managed to find a few reasons to return.
This was one of my most happy trips in many ways.
Sitting in a classroom with thought leaders and learning the new trends of the online media from the experts was an opportunity. Conference talks, 1 on 1 sessions, running from one class to another, making sure you make enough of the 2 day schedule, short coffee breaks, sleeping with eyes wide open, off course all felt like back in school.
Video marketing was the hottest topic this year. VizioHUB shifts into the ‘video’ gear!
This time I didn’t complain of not getting enough vegetarian to eat. Our client owns the Masala World in London. They have several fine and casual dining restaurants spread across London. It was a feast every night starting with Veeraswamy, the oldest Indian restaurant in the World!
The ambiance is unforgettable and I didn’t miss street food. Paani poori and bhel was served as the ‘grazing platter’!
The street food pictures that Sudhir and I did were looking pretty in one of the restaurant. 100s of Rajasthani puppets hung from the ceiling. The open kitchen had all the photographs shining bright with back lights. The buzzing restaurant with Caucasians nibbling on Indian food was a winner for me.
Over the weekend we decided to visit Scotland. It is hard to come across people who give themselves completely and genuinely. Meet Munna, he drove us. We started out and I was asked the kind of music id like to listen. There was country music, popcorn and the comforts of being in a new place. That was just the start. A warm person, with never ending smile lines, he would turn around just about anything. He was a doer!
Sprawling meadows, chubby spotted cows, hay bails laid out in symmetry, cute sheep and a perfect picture for me! Its imprinted in my visual memory! I couldn’t resist but ask masa to stop. We jumped out of the car to capture some stunning moments. BANG! We turned around hearing a loud sound! A hay tractor, one of those huge monsters had ramped into our car! A dashing country guy stepped out in fear and not believing what he did. He was distracted.
Visited a lot of photography galleries, art exhibits and talks. Met George ‘Passion’ Devlin, who Shibu recommended we meet. He is a fine artist and has survived 2 cancers. He was guiding me on framing of my images.
Middle of the night, in deep sleep at 3.30 the fire alarms went off. I picked up the receiver and rammed it twice thinking the phone was ringing into my ear until I heard people shouting and running down the staircase. I was blank. I quickly changed into my denims, put on a jacket and decided to run! Sudhir shouted out and asked me to carry the cameras. We reached the reception and we remembered we left our passports behind. But the lady wouldn’t let us go back. Shivering in the cold and not knowing what is in store, memories and special moments crossed my blank head. Fire engine arrived. The men rushed into the hotel and rushed out. It wasn’t a false alarm. An idiot was smoking in a non smoking room.
The experiences did not end. A wig part was happening at Cafe De Paris. We hopped across. It was a charity night for a cause. But a wild one!
Every night when I wrote in my colour book essentials about the trip, I sat at my Leicester Square hotel with the purple lights flashing from a disc across, feeling great about being in that moment.
The Wolseley to Starbucks,
Poll Mall to Piccadilly Circus,
Floral Street and Bethnal Green,
Gloucester Road to Leicester Square,
Burnt Oak to Marble Arch,
Camden Town and Bond Street
Sudhir arrested for taking pictures
Getting lost at the Portobello Market
Not shopping enough at Camden
Excited about tying up with giants
Lebanese food at the same place
Watching dance videos with everybody at home
Knife juggling at Covent Garden
Treasure hunt at the laundry
My first exhibition prints
Are you enjoying the fall?
My fancy shoes aren’t waterproof
Tate modern is actually abstract
*sale *sale *sale
clear sky and sunny days – BBC
‘I hate Indian design’
The Lion King – the best play I’ve ever watched
Robert Di Niro in Righteous Kill
Skype discovered!!
Sudhir’s day out in Harrods
Drunk girl dragged into an alley
Ford guy and the i-phone conversation - *blush*
There is endless to talk about. I can start off…
Couldn't stay away from home longer. My over grown eyebrow irritated me. Repeating clothes was boring. I wanted to drive without having a damn insurance and the bloody Tom-Tom ringing into your ear for speeding. The cold killed me. I managed to find a few reasons to return.
This was one of my most happy trips in many ways.
Sitting in a classroom with thought leaders and learning the new trends of the online media from the experts was an opportunity. Conference talks, 1 on 1 sessions, running from one class to another, making sure you make enough of the 2 day schedule, short coffee breaks, sleeping with eyes wide open, off course all felt like back in school.
Video marketing was the hottest topic this year. VizioHUB shifts into the ‘video’ gear!
This time I didn’t complain of not getting enough vegetarian to eat. Our client owns the Masala World in London. They have several fine and casual dining restaurants spread across London. It was a feast every night starting with Veeraswamy, the oldest Indian restaurant in the World!
The ambiance is unforgettable and I didn’t miss street food. Paani poori and bhel was served as the ‘grazing platter’!
The street food pictures that Sudhir and I did were looking pretty in one of the restaurant. 100s of Rajasthani puppets hung from the ceiling. The open kitchen had all the photographs shining bright with back lights. The buzzing restaurant with Caucasians nibbling on Indian food was a winner for me.
Over the weekend we decided to visit Scotland. It is hard to come across people who give themselves completely and genuinely. Meet Munna, he drove us. We started out and I was asked the kind of music id like to listen. There was country music, popcorn and the comforts of being in a new place. That was just the start. A warm person, with never ending smile lines, he would turn around just about anything. He was a doer!
Sprawling meadows, chubby spotted cows, hay bails laid out in symmetry, cute sheep and a perfect picture for me! Its imprinted in my visual memory! I couldn’t resist but ask masa to stop. We jumped out of the car to capture some stunning moments. BANG! We turned around hearing a loud sound! A hay tractor, one of those huge monsters had ramped into our car! A dashing country guy stepped out in fear and not believing what he did. He was distracted.
Visited a lot of photography galleries, art exhibits and talks. Met George ‘Passion’ Devlin, who Shibu recommended we meet. He is a fine artist and has survived 2 cancers. He was guiding me on framing of my images.
Middle of the night, in deep sleep at 3.30 the fire alarms went off. I picked up the receiver and rammed it twice thinking the phone was ringing into my ear until I heard people shouting and running down the staircase. I was blank. I quickly changed into my denims, put on a jacket and decided to run! Sudhir shouted out and asked me to carry the cameras. We reached the reception and we remembered we left our passports behind. But the lady wouldn’t let us go back. Shivering in the cold and not knowing what is in store, memories and special moments crossed my blank head. Fire engine arrived. The men rushed into the hotel and rushed out. It wasn’t a false alarm. An idiot was smoking in a non smoking room.
The experiences did not end. A wig part was happening at Cafe De Paris. We hopped across. It was a charity night for a cause. But a wild one!
Every night when I wrote in my colour book essentials about the trip, I sat at my Leicester Square hotel with the purple lights flashing from a disc across, feeling great about being in that moment.
The Wolseley to Starbucks,
Poll Mall to Piccadilly Circus,
Floral Street and Bethnal Green,
Gloucester Road to Leicester Square,
Burnt Oak to Marble Arch,
Camden Town and Bond Street
Sudhir arrested for taking pictures
Getting lost at the Portobello Market
Not shopping enough at Camden
Excited about tying up with giants
Lebanese food at the same place
Watching dance videos with everybody at home
Knife juggling at Covent Garden
Treasure hunt at the laundry
My first exhibition prints
Are you enjoying the fall?
My fancy shoes aren’t waterproof
Tate modern is actually abstract
*sale *sale *sale
clear sky and sunny days – BBC
‘I hate Indian design’
The Lion King – the best play I’ve ever watched
Robert Di Niro in Righteous Kill
Skype discovered!!
Sudhir’s day out in Harrods
Drunk girl dragged into an alley
Ford guy and the i-phone conversation - *blush*
There is endless to talk about. I can start off…
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Design Direction is ‘hands-on design’
I work with talent from different verticals. Design Directing allows me to pick from a pool of unbundled talent, be it animation artists, illustration guys, visualizers, photographers, writers or others.
The Big Idea is yours. The others help you put together what you visualized. The web allows for various ideas to be integrated on one platform. It’s amazing to see how each of us as creative artists look at a subject. There are various viewpoints, thoughts and more ideas.
Design is a hands-on process. I cannot explain what I need created or even direct before I got it right. It’s important to give the creative person enough room for including their ideas or even listening to them. The brief must allow creative freedom and let the inner-self express.
I remember a beautiful Zen story - A Cup of Tea
Nan-in, a Japanese master, received a university professor who came to inquire about Zen.
Nan-in served tea. He poured his visitor's cup full, and then kept on pouring.
The professor watched the overflow until he no longer could restrain himself. "It is overfull. No more will go in!"
"Like this cup," Nan-in said, "you are full of your own opinions and speculations. How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?"
Twice, while interviewing candidates for design positions I observed one of them was open to learn what we were doing and listen to everything that I had to explain. The other made sure ‘I listened’! Maybe its important for one to prove a point.
Sure, some are fortunate to have met the right opportunities and some continue trying. But the ones that continue trying are more open to what there is in store. Design can never be passed on. Design can never be better! Design can never be directed.
Some of the designs created with my introduction to this new animal ‘NEW MEDIA’
The Big Idea is yours. The others help you put together what you visualized. The web allows for various ideas to be integrated on one platform. It’s amazing to see how each of us as creative artists look at a subject. There are various viewpoints, thoughts and more ideas.
Design is a hands-on process. I cannot explain what I need created or even direct before I got it right. It’s important to give the creative person enough room for including their ideas or even listening to them. The brief must allow creative freedom and let the inner-self express.
I remember a beautiful Zen story - A Cup of Tea
Nan-in, a Japanese master, received a university professor who came to inquire about Zen.
Nan-in served tea. He poured his visitor's cup full, and then kept on pouring.
The professor watched the overflow until he no longer could restrain himself. "It is overfull. No more will go in!"
"Like this cup," Nan-in said, "you are full of your own opinions and speculations. How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?"
Twice, while interviewing candidates for design positions I observed one of them was open to learn what we were doing and listen to everything that I had to explain. The other made sure ‘I listened’! Maybe its important for one to prove a point.
Sure, some are fortunate to have met the right opportunities and some continue trying. But the ones that continue trying are more open to what there is in store. Design can never be passed on. Design can never be better! Design can never be directed.
Some of the designs created with my introduction to this new animal ‘NEW MEDIA’
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Manipulative thoughts
I couldn’t resist putting up these beautiful pictures. Im still trying to figure out how much of post work goes into creating these visuals!
*Photo credit - Dmitriy Stanyakin, Paris
*Photo credit - Oleg Bazhenov, Nepal
Enjoy!
*Photo credit - Dmitriy Stanyakin, Paris
*Photo credit - Oleg Bazhenov, NepalEnjoy!
Drink, anyone?
Stepping out with my red sunny’s. Its lunch hr and I got a friend picking me up. Have I started to meet people with an open mind?
Hold on. Don’t jump to conclusions. I only meant that earlier it took a weeks planning, and then last minute confirmation and maybe a phone call before an hr to say ‘hey can we catch up another time’! Bah!
Its all good! Catching up with friends, old and new! But my schedules are usually whooped. Not that they are better now but I have a long list of people I’m yet to catch up with.
Thinking, when Guide was around I managed to be with him for long in spite of extended hours, busy days and yea early mornings! I guess it’s a choice I made!
I happen to be at a Swiss design talk last weekend. I entered when the lecture was on. My eyes were moving all around looking for my design school friends. I was there briefly and on my way out, ‘bump’ I met two friends! One of whom I’m trying to catch up for long now!
Siva reminded me its gonna be 10 years since we finish school next yr!
But I only remember catching up with everyone from school a couple of years ago. Thanks to social networks!
There are plans and then there are plans. Some social events, some with lotta glitterati, some quite dinners, some gaming sessions, some beer guzzling contests and some pyjama parties! And most times I end up feeling if I didn’t do any of these I might turn into a recluse!
I neva was a ‘junkie’. I liked sitting at home, as time spent with Ma was always something I chose over others.
Somewhere within, after having worked and met people, I understand the need to network but I still prefer time to myself. I can’t do rounds of coffee and chatting away if there wasn’t a reason. I would quietly sneak home!
Hold on. Don’t jump to conclusions. I only meant that earlier it took a weeks planning, and then last minute confirmation and maybe a phone call before an hr to say ‘hey can we catch up another time’! Bah!
Its all good! Catching up with friends, old and new! But my schedules are usually whooped. Not that they are better now but I have a long list of people I’m yet to catch up with.
Thinking, when Guide was around I managed to be with him for long in spite of extended hours, busy days and yea early mornings! I guess it’s a choice I made!
I happen to be at a Swiss design talk last weekend. I entered when the lecture was on. My eyes were moving all around looking for my design school friends. I was there briefly and on my way out, ‘bump’ I met two friends! One of whom I’m trying to catch up for long now!
Siva reminded me its gonna be 10 years since we finish school next yr!
But I only remember catching up with everyone from school a couple of years ago. Thanks to social networks!
There are plans and then there are plans. Some social events, some with lotta glitterati, some quite dinners, some gaming sessions, some beer guzzling contests and some pyjama parties! And most times I end up feeling if I didn’t do any of these I might turn into a recluse!
I neva was a ‘junkie’. I liked sitting at home, as time spent with Ma was always something I chose over others.
Somewhere within, after having worked and met people, I understand the need to network but I still prefer time to myself. I can’t do rounds of coffee and chatting away if there wasn’t a reason. I would quietly sneak home!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
black crow - cross mark
Though common in our cities crows rarely cast even a stray glance in the direction of human beings. Their calls are not for us, only for other crows.
Birds in general are associated with divination, beauty, and freedom, except a crow!
And what is a crow? No image of an animal is simpler, more iconic, and more unmistakable. I think of a silhouette of out stretched wings, a slouched head and an extended tail!
These ‘song birds’ have always captivated my attention. I always saw design and picture capability.
I remember as a kid my mom stuffing food into my mouth by showing me a sight of a crow and who hasn’t heard to the ‘Thirsty Crow’ story!
Grew up counting crows
one for sorrow
two for mirth
three for a wedding
four for a birth
five for silver
six for gold
seven for a secret, not to be told,
eight for heaven
nine for hell
and ten for the devils own self!
*pictures shot at Galle Fort, Sril Lanka
Later, I was told the crow is Lord Shani’s vehicle, when I questioned why he has sitting on a huge crow!
The crow has lived many avatars and I think it is a remarkably graceful bird. Simplistic and beautiful.
Birds in general are associated with divination, beauty, and freedom, except a crow!
And what is a crow? No image of an animal is simpler, more iconic, and more unmistakable. I think of a silhouette of out stretched wings, a slouched head and an extended tail!
These ‘song birds’ have always captivated my attention. I always saw design and picture capability.
I remember as a kid my mom stuffing food into my mouth by showing me a sight of a crow and who hasn’t heard to the ‘Thirsty Crow’ story!
Grew up counting crows
one for sorrow
two for mirth
three for a wedding
four for a birth
five for silver
six for gold
seven for a secret, not to be told,
eight for heaven
nine for hell
and ten for the devils own self!
*pictures shot at Galle Fort, Sril LankaLater, I was told the crow is Lord Shani’s vehicle, when I questioned why he has sitting on a huge crow!
The crow has lived many avatars and I think it is a remarkably graceful bird. Simplistic and beautiful.
Friday, September 5, 2008
mini and flake
Wiki says, widget is a portable chunk of code!! I say they are super fun.
Apple has an endless list of downloads. Finally the developers have created applications that can be integrated on third party sites. Freebies!!
Neha, was telling me how widgets are being used as advertising tools! And Google has already set out to create a platform where people can upload their widgets!
Designing widgets should be the next lesson.
Apple has an endless list of downloads. Finally the developers have created applications that can be integrated on third party sites. Freebies!!
Neha, was telling me how widgets are being used as advertising tools! And Google has already set out to create a platform where people can upload their widgets!
Designing widgets should be the next lesson.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Was I hoping il find a fairytale in your ‘story’?
Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl " Will you marry me? "
Why did someone find Cinderella’s magic shoe? Did the princess know the frog is going to turn into a handsome prince? How did the young mermaid fall in love with a prince from above the waves?
All along, if she knew that the 10786 stories weren’t going to be true, would she still try? I was told ‘ Forgive and FORGET’. Was that easy?
Yea, when you know, u’ve grown, and you need to move on, and the only way you could do it is follow those wise words. I felt happier. Till when?
Flashes of memory, strong words, a feeling that ‘you gave yourself completely’ would only make ur self-confidence dip! That’s the last id let happen. What next?
Still worried if he crossed the road safe? Silly. There isn’t a thought that crossed his mind! Am I anticipating ‘moves’?
Well off course, that isn’t too much. Gees, I forgot, I was the one still sailing. It’s too shallow to even worry about. Why?
Because all along there was no sight of him and nothing else mattered.
The girl said: " NO! "
And the girl lived happily ever-after and went shopping, dancing, camping, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, did whatever the hell she wanted, never argued, didn't get fat, traveled more, had many lovers, didn't save money, and she went to the theatre, never watched sports, had high self esteem, never cried or yelled, felt and looked fabulous in sweat pants and was pleasant all the time.
THE END
Why did someone find Cinderella’s magic shoe? Did the princess know the frog is going to turn into a handsome prince? How did the young mermaid fall in love with a prince from above the waves?
All along, if she knew that the 10786 stories weren’t going to be true, would she still try? I was told ‘ Forgive and FORGET’. Was that easy?
Yea, when you know, u’ve grown, and you need to move on, and the only way you could do it is follow those wise words. I felt happier. Till when?
Flashes of memory, strong words, a feeling that ‘you gave yourself completely’ would only make ur self-confidence dip! That’s the last id let happen. What next?
Still worried if he crossed the road safe? Silly. There isn’t a thought that crossed his mind! Am I anticipating ‘moves’?
Well off course, that isn’t too much. Gees, I forgot, I was the one still sailing. It’s too shallow to even worry about. Why?
Because all along there was no sight of him and nothing else mattered.
The girl said: " NO! "
And the girl lived happily ever-after and went shopping, dancing, camping, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, did whatever the hell she wanted, never argued, didn't get fat, traveled more, had many lovers, didn't save money, and she went to the theatre, never watched sports, had high self esteem, never cried or yelled, felt and looked fabulous in sweat pants and was pleasant all the time.
THE END
Friday, August 29, 2008
Ladakh on my mind
I met Tenzing in Delhi. This amazing photographer has no airs and would be happy to tell you that he took those stunning pictures using a D 70 (my baby – I started digital photography with) and one lens! This was his first display of pictures.
He is a Tibetan exile, got a few grants, and ventured out to explore the Himalayas. He describes the journey as a ‘Pilgrimage’!
Beautiful! Photography is ‘being spiritual’. It is about knowing your inner self and answering the inner voices. I’m at most peace when I am taking pictures. I don’t mind the long hours, the long wait, the patience with the hope that Il get something MAGICAL! It makes it better if you got someone with similar wavelength and great comfort level traveling with you.
Actually, would be interesting if I ever decided I wanted to travel alone. No baggage! ‘Varanasi’ maybe!
Tenzing lives in Kabul and is planning Mustang, Nepal and Bhutan next. I ended up having a long chat with him. Curious if he travels alone, where next, what does he do, where he prints, how he travels, where he lives mostly and if I could join him on his ongoing photography journey somewhere middle!
* Pictures taken by Tenzing, displayed at the India International Centre, Delhi
I left Delhi with one thought - I hope I do justice to my art, to my training, to my masters teaching and my INSPIRATION.
He is a Tibetan exile, got a few grants, and ventured out to explore the Himalayas. He describes the journey as a ‘Pilgrimage’!
Beautiful! Photography is ‘being spiritual’. It is about knowing your inner self and answering the inner voices. I’m at most peace when I am taking pictures. I don’t mind the long hours, the long wait, the patience with the hope that Il get something MAGICAL! It makes it better if you got someone with similar wavelength and great comfort level traveling with you.
Actually, would be interesting if I ever decided I wanted to travel alone. No baggage! ‘Varanasi’ maybe!
Tenzing lives in Kabul and is planning Mustang, Nepal and Bhutan next. I ended up having a long chat with him. Curious if he travels alone, where next, what does he do, where he prints, how he travels, where he lives mostly and if I could join him on his ongoing photography journey somewhere middle!
* Pictures taken by Tenzing, displayed at the India International Centre, DelhiI left Delhi with one thought - I hope I do justice to my art, to my training, to my masters teaching and my INSPIRATION.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Prashant, I-day and I
A sudden adrenaline rush to stand in attention for the national anthem! Goose bums when I saw the kids from a government school parade down the road! Well I wasn’t planning to sit at home on a public holiday!
I called Prashant and told him this was his best chance to catch up with me and a lot more! What was the plan? I had VIP passes to Manekshaw Parade grounds. He thought I was insane! ‘Not on a holiday Divya’, he said!!! I told him the previous night, il wake him up at 7! He had reasons up his sleeve…’lets keep it dynamic…what if it continues to rain tomorrow morning’!
Nothing would stop me from waking up early. I called him….and he said he will meet me in an hour!!! He sounded equally excited. I didn’t ask him any more questions.
We drove, found parking, and managed our ways through stiff security checks! Walked up to join the Q. ‘Leave all your phones. And no camera’ shouted a policeman! I looked at him and smiled. ‘No camera also?’
We walked back dropped everything in the car. Still excited never the less. Lovely morning breeze, dew in the air and Prashant in white and green ☺
Walked in from the guest entry, struggled to find front row seats, and we wouldn’t want to sit anywhere else!!
Created ruckus, moved chairs, walked all over, not realizing the national anthem had just begun! Wow! We had a rose petals shower!!! Hell that was beautiful, missed my camera ☹ We were glowing!!
Made way for 2 chairs at the front row, actually moved chairs. The parade began. School memories flashed as ‘flag commander’…if that’s what its called! We yapped endlessly. Caught up on years. Sat through one cultural event. Looked at each other’s bored expressions and decided to leave.
That was a good dose of patriotism!
Breakfast at Windsor.
I called Prashant and told him this was his best chance to catch up with me and a lot more! What was the plan? I had VIP passes to Manekshaw Parade grounds. He thought I was insane! ‘Not on a holiday Divya’, he said!!! I told him the previous night, il wake him up at 7! He had reasons up his sleeve…’lets keep it dynamic…what if it continues to rain tomorrow morning’!
Nothing would stop me from waking up early. I called him….and he said he will meet me in an hour!!! He sounded equally excited. I didn’t ask him any more questions.
We drove, found parking, and managed our ways through stiff security checks! Walked up to join the Q. ‘Leave all your phones. And no camera’ shouted a policeman! I looked at him and smiled. ‘No camera also?’
We walked back dropped everything in the car. Still excited never the less. Lovely morning breeze, dew in the air and Prashant in white and green ☺
Walked in from the guest entry, struggled to find front row seats, and we wouldn’t want to sit anywhere else!!
Created ruckus, moved chairs, walked all over, not realizing the national anthem had just begun! Wow! We had a rose petals shower!!! Hell that was beautiful, missed my camera ☹ We were glowing!!
Made way for 2 chairs at the front row, actually moved chairs. The parade began. School memories flashed as ‘flag commander’…if that’s what its called! We yapped endlessly. Caught up on years. Sat through one cultural event. Looked at each other’s bored expressions and decided to leave.
That was a good dose of patriotism!
Breakfast at Windsor.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
something lived. something dreamed...
All along i wonder what is the reason that im here for... what do i need to fulfill... how many lifetimes have i taken to get here...Am I living what I dreamt of?
Now here is my chance to answer all these questions... Il put myself through past life regression...
Working on site design for a lady who regresses people into their past lives...i want to do it just for kicks... wonder what i was in previous incarnations?!?!
Now here is my chance to answer all these questions... Il put myself through past life regression...
Working on site design for a lady who regresses people into their past lives...i want to do it just for kicks... wonder what i was in previous incarnations?!?!
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