Whatever works...

Read a news article today that, people back home are praying to the River Kosi, the same river that caused the destruction with its floods, to stop showing its anger and bring peace to life and that they have got enough punishments for their sins.

At times I find it ironical.
At times I find it just being helpless.

People are now dying due to the spreading epidemics of the diahorrea and there are other diseases like Kalajar and Malaria that are just waiting on the doorsteps to make its presence felt.

In such times, one just hopes that any prayer helps.
Just hoping that any superstition would work.

Friends

Saw Rock On yesterday. Was nice. I liked it... Miss close friends.

This is one of those dear friends, Sumeet.
It's his birthday today.

This pic was taken on his marriage day.

Happy Birthday dost!

Love what you do...

...and the smiles will always be present.

I will be shooting portraits again in a few days time.
I just miss shooting them here in the US, so whenever I get an assignment to do it, I am so happy about it.

Listen to the music of silence...

ssssshh..
How often I try to capture the essence of the elements around me by just trying to concentrate on the sounds around!

Why does it feel peace and the music so soothing, in the silence of the temples and the monastries?

I miss a temple here.

Lost Smiles

In memory of the millions of people rendered homeless in the recent floods in Bihar.



In the darkness of the day,
a deluge unwanted arose.
from the waters untamed..
..which were once a blessing.

To territories once abandoned
..to places one thought safe
making its presence felt ..
in lives it never dwelt.

One lost those crops
Some lost a beloved
Some their kins...
but all their smiles.

Haunting memories...
it leaves each day.
stories to be told
for centuries later.

How am i to...
laugh again.
how am i to get back
to the future
without a scar
of the recent past.

How am I to smile again?

Shoo them away ....

..the sorrows.
..the desires.

Just like that.

I know it's not that simple though.

O' Fall...

..where are thou.
I know you are there.
Right beneath the leaves.
just above the trees.

Show me your presence.
I see you playing,
hide and seek,
in your true essence.

I see the leaves change colors,
some yellow,
some red,
some orange,
to be dared.

I know you are there
I know you will come
I know I will love you
again,
...
....
and again.

Came back to Bloomington, which is known for having very beautiful fall colors. The first thing i noticed here is the leaves on the maple trees and some have changed colors. It reminded me of the last fall where I witnessed such fine art work on the trees. And I smiled. As this year promises to be same if not better! I am excited about it.