It is enviornment day today...
When I was a student my concern for enviornment was evoked by essays,debate competitions and painting competitions on this day.Also seeing my hometown grow from a quaint little hill-station into an ugly semi-city was apalling.
Delhi was an eye-opener about enviornment, and no I am not referring to its posh green pockets but the polluted suffocting majority.
Now as a parent my concerns for what kind of enviornment I'll leave behind for the next generation are very heartfelt and real,so are the horrors that statistics project for future.
Today in my own little way I decide that I want to leave our planet alive and kicking for the next generation and so now on I will also be an eco-friendly mom.To begin with have stopped writing a paper diary,instead will keep this blog...
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
DRAWING WITH LIGHT
This happens to be my 5oth post on my blog and so I played a game with myself.50--milestone--journey--life--memories--photos.................
This is where I got stuck and invariably was sucked into memories of life captured in some beautiful photos.
The very first that I have of myself is black and white,dog-eared and fragile.In it I am a fat plump baby in my mom's lap on the famous The Ridge ,Shimla,frowning at the photographer.It attains special significance because I believe it will always give me the warmth of my mom's lap,as long as I live.
Another favourite one from childhood is of a pet goat with my aunt,I still can't decide who looks more beautiful.
Our marriage photos are the no comments category,what can one say about one's over-dressed,stressed and fatigued avatar.
My daughter's first picture is of course special,but it is also differnt cause it was from a phone camera.
Then there are the digital types,the ones we can't smeell,hold or put in a frame on a wall
,but can post them directly on our social networks.The saying a photo never lies doesn't hold true now,we can manipulate and adapt images.should we ,I wonder....
Incidentally the word "photograph" is based on the Greek (phos) "light" and (graphê) "write" or "representation by means of lines" or "drawing", together meaning "drawing with light".
This is where I got stuck and invariably was sucked into memories of life captured in some beautiful photos.
The very first that I have of myself is black and white,dog-eared and fragile.In it I am a fat plump baby in my mom's lap on the famous The Ridge ,Shimla,frowning at the photographer.It attains special significance because I believe it will always give me the warmth of my mom's lap,as long as I live.
Another favourite one from childhood is of a pet goat with my aunt,I still can't decide who looks more beautiful.
Our marriage photos are the no comments category,what can one say about one's over-dressed,stressed and fatigued avatar.
My daughter's first picture is of course special,but it is also differnt cause it was from a phone camera.
Then there are the digital types,the ones we can't smeell,hold or put in a frame on a wall
,but can post them directly on our social networks.The saying a photo never lies doesn't hold true now,we can manipulate and adapt images.should we ,I wonder....
Incidentally the word "photograph" is based on the Greek (phos) "light" and (graphê) "write" or "representation by means of lines" or "drawing", together meaning "drawing with light".
Friday, May 21, 2010
SILENCE
The silence
is now a constant noise
inside me.
It thrives
on my dreams,
it survives on
my smiles.
Can it empty me completely?
Perhaps someday
when I'll have
no more questions to ask
no more answers to give.
is now a constant noise
inside me.
It thrives
on my dreams,
it survives on
my smiles.
Can it empty me completely?
Perhaps someday
when I'll have
no more questions to ask
no more answers to give.
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