i'd like to thank.........

The problem with life is that there is no background music..and its probably because we dont live life motion picture style..but id like to believe, now looking back at the times i have lived through in my short life, have been ..well..cinematic...the people you meet, the places you go to, the trips that you take, the things you do make so much of you. The place where i was born and where i belong are far apart. I have never lived in a place for more than 4 years at one stretch. My memories go far beyond the pictures i have captured.My photo stock has cropped up only after i earned myself a digital camera .....but the years before that have countless memories in technicolour but a limited handful on photopaper. The pictures here are only a quarter of the last four years.

Reminscing is what i do best nowadays...(which is why i need a job quickly) and thinking about the life i have had the pleasure of knowing makes me want to thank everyone. Annu akka for the "bugori" picking sessions, govind anna for spoiling me with the chocolates, sweety for teaching me to ride the cycle, sachin for playing domino with me, arun for being my chela, jaya aunty for teaching me how it feels to draw..........the list is simply endless. Im glad i got to play on the streets back in the days when traffic was not such a scare, lick mud out of curioisty, run in the afternoon sun feeling like i was right out of ruskin bonds imagination.......i go back to the places i grew up often in an attempt to feel the same way again..but that is impossible and the realisation only occurs after having taking the troubling of trying to live the moment again.

on a wild "chicken" chase!

I'd love to have a small bistro some day, something with wooden floors......and lots of cosy corners with knick knacks that tell stories and entertain, lots of coffee and chocolate...(its a heady combination and one of my favourites)...but till then i just hope i keep bumping into places like this.

well, the northeastern friend with a fascination for fried eats was working its head overtime with where to find the next deep fried platter of chicken and in the quest for the same, we reached nizamuddin.I have been there, on more than one occassion to eat the famous kababs that i can almost smell till my house on a day when my head can crave nothing but food! The rumali rotis around here can disappear at double speed before u realise that todays feast will show up on tomorrows weighing scale...and i can hardly concentrate on the conversation when the food is divine..........so nizamuddin becomes a favourite haunt for more than one reasons...its in close proximity to my residence which in a city as huge as delhi is of great consequence, the food here is great and the air around here is mystic enough to make alladin leave baghdad.The place is cramped and swarming with people......men in their long white kurtas and chequered lungis, kohl eyed look into you like they are divulging a secret into your ear,the women peeping from within their burkhas huddle with their children with a faint sense of fear. Walking through the bylanes, i felt like i was looking for lost tresure with no map in hand,walked the bylanes absorbing every sound and memorising each board so as to find my way back from this contorted mess...the dimly lit inns, strange looking beggars with long capes crying out into the night, a dilapilated haveli that looked like it had seen better times and beautiful young maidens and a small graveyard sitting pretty right next to a mechanics shop!!!I really had to pinch myself if i had crossed over from reality to the fantastical just because my imagination and excitement were working overtime!I felt like someone was walking me through a story.Amidst all this was a boy, squatting near a tandoor and making hot bread under a yellow bulb.He had quite some space to himself in a place as cramped as nizamuddin.I just had to take a picture and i was grinning with glee. well, these sort of things do that to me!