This was shot on the way to my maternal uncle’s house in Bhatpara on the 5th of September 2007 with all my friends. We had travelled in car and had stopped at various locations on the highway to take snaps.
p class=”small lowlight”>These picture (the entire set) is shot of Second Hooghly Bridge from the Outram Ghat.
Extremely low light caused some noise in the pictures due to low exposure, which in turn is due to the unavailability of a tripod!
PS: Thanks to Shubho for his wholesome patience while I shot the frames. And also thanks to Srinivas Kumar, whom I met only a few weeks ago (on the net) and he told me how to use “depth-of-field” effect of my Camera.
And if life was a flute: living then would be like air, hitting every blocked orifice till it finds a vent; and with every hit, losing an index from the exponent.
Trudging along for a long long time (in a very surreal definition of time itself,) I find that many of the frames that I imagine, fail to hit the canopy of the creative viands. Mostly so because “thoughts” by itself iareso sublime a mentation (or intellection) that mere images fail reciprocate the so-called “perifery” of the process. And that is why we are so ardent about the presence of a sixth sense.
Result? Well… few more lines! Yes. I have decided to key in a bit more of sentiments, with ofcourse the framed rudiments. And to begin it, I have resurrected my abstract’s name. (I prefer calling it a abstract, than a blog.)
Do reflect what it conveys to you (the name.) For a beginning of thing that has already begun, I will associate “short” thoughts to each frame I present. I will not go into mainstream (read: long-stream) blogging. Short, sweet and skin-friendly! 😉
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Like the rudderless wind that envys the peaceful and pre-traced life of a stream and ignores its own infinite limitlessness, this unspoken man curses his job and trudges along – though having sold more joys than just Multi-National ice-creams.
The feeling of returning (wherever who cares,) coaxes the world to fall into sludgy haze; intoxicating you more than what any inebriant can get you to. The world slowly collapses into a blurred phantasm of imagination. Dream.
In the dreamy eyes: the world seems frozen. To the world: a dreamer lies frozen.
PS: Thanks to Romit’da for accompanying me to capture the above frame.
We all have heard of the greater light and the lesser light. Well, at least they had heard of it till here, in the Victorian era. And since then, besides the not-so-elusive knowledge of light, we have another form of light being thrown into the limelight… what else… nothing much, but the bulb and tubelight!
The first picture… nothing much to say about it! The same goes for the second. But, the third needs to be told about. And if the guesses were true then lets break that it is the flood-light of the Eden Gardens!
PS: All my credit goes to my dear Romit’da, who helped in his own obcynic ways to get some pictures. Even betting his life in cases!