Life...its colors!

Life has many colours, a few I am depicting here.

Maroon. Most radical thing one could do to his life is become a monk, and being a monk means self-abnegation for a cause, a tradition that extants. Marooned at a very young age, monks they say, leave the world for the sake of the world, in search of spirituality, revelation and peace. Here the cheerfullness of the monk completely overshadows his obligations.

Another is the colour of youth, full of nascent callow ambitions many of which will be sustained in the walk of life, bating myriads, insatiable. Oblivious with the mettle it takes to sacrifice one's self, she is cheerfully enjoying the company.

Grey. Too blased to be fascinated by any of the brighter colors, the old man shows absolute disinclination towards the worldly desires.

Shot in Dharamshala, home to thousands of Tibetan monks, I feel lucky to have captured these mild moments, showing light exchange of thoughts, spoken and unspoken.

A sunset for lifetime

For some days, I felt like borders calling. Then began a journey to the Bhopal army base for the interviews. But before long,I fell victim to a person who shattered my dreams, turned my life around, a thief. He stole everything, except a few bucks that I had in my pocket. Fate takes a U-turn, back to the inextricable swathe of the pines.

Depicting a beautiful sunset, this was the only picture that I had shot yet, in my whole journey which was cut short from a few days to a few hours.

Though before leaving for the city of splendid rivers, my camera too had dreams, I wish I could accomplish those.

If not mine!

Birthdays....Insane!

After hours of overnight journey, he came over to celebrate his birthday with us. Before he could overcome the pangs of the exhausting journey, he was dumped. So called birthday batter. Watching him ruined, memories of my 19th birthday came to the forth when after a bout of ruthless trampling and bestial beating, I found myself languishing on the floor, my clothes torn away, but still, lucky enough to save my underpants!

Friends are friends after all, they are unforgettable, just like these college days, for being the best, and the worst at times. And then I feel, its all just a matter of few months, then we become the part of a history, a past. I wish we could live together for life, together celebrate these 'INSANE' birthdays again.

Recollection of childhood

My nephew, Soumil. At the tender age of 20 months, he experiences the vigaries of childhood like other children. They say its the age of dependence. But its not the actual age of dependence, this is the age when those around you, depend upon you for the fun & felicity you bring into their lives. His frenzied comportment in every new thing that he experiences in this world and then an amoral chase to grab it, reminds me of my childhood.

The Countryside

We are the boat, we are the sea
I sail in you, you sail in me. -- Lorre Wyatt


This shot from the countryside, storms me with nostalgic feelings, about the priceless moments that i've spent there with best of my pals, learning from the waves to move inlife, keeping with the highs and lows.

Illusion of the dead

I saw this old tree standing tall amidst the new ones around. But wonder how long it will b the tallest, coz growth is the essence of vivacious, not the dead.

Celestial blaze

Just shake up the camera in front of a full moon....and this is what comes out of it. It has really took a whole lot of me to get these awesome shapes....perseverance is all it takes.

Sunset for the new sunrise

On a quiet evening ambling through the boulevard, i came across this dry plant standing alone, with life all around. It has no colours of it's own, its here just to allure the pen of a writer or the vision of a photographer to vicariously express its sorrows.