Deja Vu...

This is a photograph of the Oberoi Trident Tower and the marine drive taken by me using my cell camera. This is one of my personal favourites. There is something very special about this pic. The angle that I have used to capture the frame and the colour scheme gives the pic a very different look. Whenever I look at the pic, there is something that I feel about it which I have shared with others who have seen this pic. It looks like we have come to the END of earth...beyond which there is nothing. I used to feel very proud of being able to capture it so aesthetically.

But that special feeling has turned into an eerie creepy feeling today. When I look at this pic today, I see the long winding stretch of concrete which seems like a path which leads to the tip of the earth where everything comes to an END...the arabian...dead calm as if it knows what is about to happen ... and the sky which will soon be covered with dark clouds blocking every ray of the sun...and every ray of hope...and finally those three towers helplessly awaiting their doom...

When I look at this pic today, I feel like a numb spectator...yes...numb is the word. Almost the enitre world is watching this tower and two others...numb... Is this a kind of deja vu?

I loved the entire look of the photograph when I clicked it. But today I saw that colour translating into reality. Somethings are better off in aesthetic works of art and should never turn into reality.

The Time Has Come...

I knew there was something incomplete about life. "What could it be?", I often wondered. Perhaps i knew what was it and did not want to admit it. I had become like a dam ready to burst. There was a huge reservoir of thoughts feelings and reflections that I wanted to express. Yes...that was it...I wanted to express. There was a time when I used to dedicate a part of me to writing, photographing, singing and even making films. Somewhere down the lane I had kept it aside excusing myself with the three letters of MBA. But how could I lose a part of me...or rather the very core of my being on the pretext of doing MBA? I knew I had to reclaim myself. I decided to take atleast a few minutes to close my eyes to the extremely mechanical world my MBA is preparing me for...thus opening my inner eyes to experience the beauty 'within and without'.

But there was something I was waiting for. There had to be something which would finally be instrumental in the 'bursting of the dam'. It was the morning of 27 November that finally triggered that much awaited explosion within me. It was high time. I could no longer give myself excuses. Parts of the world had been crumbling...and I could no longer be a mute witness to this.

The Time Has Come...i have my pen and paper...i know that many in this world have guns...but for me..."My Word is My Sword". This is the least I can do for my earth and my fellow beings.