Wednesday, 8 June 2011

Another beginning ceased

The end of another era.

It was beautiful while it lasted.

But something’s just don’t happen. Something’s are not meant to happen. Something’s just leave you… broken.

Another disappointment.

Another letdown.

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

Here's the reason why India is beautiful

Innocence, something our world, our people, our environment lacks today.

There's so much of it here.

Right here, in all these lovely eyes.

Friday, 11 March 2011

We were once

There are times in your life you have to let go. No matter how hard it may seem. Your story might be unrealistic, and maybe that itself is a gross understatement, but you still want to hold on, forever, till the end of time. Because you think it hurts to move on. But nobody dies ‘coz of it, nobody.

“If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it’s yours. If it doesn’t, then it never was.” No, maybe it was, once upon a time, but things change. People change. Everything changes. If it doesn’t come back to you, learn to accept that you’re better off without it.

Above all, God knows what’s best for you.

(Ruheen and me, taken with my Nikon D5000 in July 2010)

Friday, 4 March 2011

A lack of color

It was either black or white, for me. Just black or white, no grays.

And, then I stumbled upon shades of gray.

I had fallen in love. Life’s complicated.

{Baby Ruheen, clicked on Feb25th2011. Camera used: Nikon D5000}

Thursday, 13 January 2011

Global Crisis

{For The Mutiny, done in 2009, Youtube links and Windows Movie Maker together creates magic!}

Thursday, 26 August 2010

Justice, where art thou?

I’m in a catch-22 situation. With the developments of our world towards the sinister edge, now as peace loving individuals ideally what do we seek for? Is there a route to justice?

Do we hate these beastly humans to their crux and teach them a lesson, inflict on them an amplified version of all the pain and crime they’ve committed? But, undoubtedly that makes us worse than them. And, we perpetually talk about spreading love, so truly this alternative is inappropriate.

So does that mean we stand down, watch this whole melodrama and do nothing to help as if it’s a trifling matter?

Oh, how I wish there was a befitting solution.

Tuesday, 24 August 2010

Pak Sar Zamin

If I talk about Pakistan I will be labeled a cynic. I think you already know my nationality.

I know about a Pakistan, the only people who hated it were the cricket lovers of India, and the Hindu fundamentalists. And those were the happy days of yesteryear.

And, I now know of a Pakistan. The same Pakistan my children will know of unless something extraordinary happens, unless someone intervenes. And, the only being left to intervene now is God Almighty. Everyone else have tried their luck and ruined the territory to its very core. Also, the very same Pakistan who is hated by it’s own people and it’s own citizens.

Or probably this is not the same Pakistan any longer. Nor the same people neither the same citizens.

That Pakistan died. It got killed the day these loathsome human beings were born.

That Pakistan of peace and tranquility is a thing of the past.

The past is described as “The conglomerate of events that happened in a certain point in time” Now all I have to ask is, has that ‘certain point of time’ truly gone? Is it never going to come back?