Shutterbug Soul on a chilly night

Last night I picked my gear, put on some warm clothes and rode out in the night to get some photos. I parked the bike over the busy Cadbury flyover and started clicking photos much to the amusement of the other vehicles passing there. One guy slowed his vehicle down and was trying to make sense of me, a guy in the middle of the busy Eastern Express Highway at midnight, wearing a monkey-cap, headphones plugged in, heavily bearded, a big black bag on the shoulder, floaters over crisp white socks and a camera in one hand striking various poses over the flyover. I for sure must have looked like a terrorist doing a recce of the place under lights only to bomb it later. Hah!

The trail of the vehicles rushing by.

Looking towards Upvan - 1

Looking towards Upvan - 2

Took this shot couching over the divider.

The Korum car park in all its glory.

The service road, the trees and streetlights in the midst. 

I disturbed this couple who were busy discussing something serious at this unearthly hour. I felt I was imposing, but my photography was more important.

A burst + panning shot of a tanker. Epic failure due to the bike in front!

The highlight of the night!

Although the photos are not "Skadoosh" types. It was a nice experience and the small much needed push I'd always wanted to get back to night photography. And ate a Maggie at night that was filled with red ants, I think that will help improve my night vision! *muhahahaha* Night photography FTW \m/

Question-IRE

How often are we fortunate enough to have people in our lives to prove us wrong and yet feel delighted? Aah, that is a rarity. I had always thought I was the greatest hypocrite known to me. Well, I was wrong and delighted.

We always search for answers in life, but my personal observations says that we always have the answers in form of events. What we need to search is the question as to why it so happened. The irony of it is that most often our answers are one-sided; our vision cock-eyed. The other half eludes us for reasons known, yet unknown. Mostly the questions are found to hidden in more than one answer. I think I've put my pieces of puzzle together for that comprehensive question.

Now, towards Introspection!

Guest post # 1

This is the 1st time am having someone write a guest post for my blog. Well it happens to be none other than my dear friend Manali Shah. I was bugging her to write me a guest post for a couple of days now and today afternoon she happened to mail me this small write-up she had written earlier this morning. When I insisted her to post it on her blog she reacted by asking me use this as my guest post! Well I did....

The post:-

A page from the diary of a Person Who Fears Being Masochistic

I want to feel pain, I want to feel loss. So far, my life has been one happy ride. Am I complaining? Yes. I want to feel the suffering that Adele sings about. I can sense her agony, her hurt, but not relate to it. I want to feel soul crushed. And then come out smiling, ready to love again. Confident, and with faith. Can you expect a person to feel true bliss without having experienced heartache and longing first?

So then I worry about whether or not I have a wide range of emotions inside of me. Am I a cold person? Was I always one, or did I become one when I decided to toughen up, tired of being vulnerable and having my break broken, multiple times. I do not remember. I do remember being deeply saddened by the plight of unimaginable poor people that actually constitutes the country I am supposed to resonate with pride about, India. I do remember wanting to cry because hardly anyone I could see was leading happy, honest lives. Sure, you could say now to me, “Begin to change the world, one person at a time.” I am sorry, that is too slow for me. Too painful. Yes, I have given up, without even trying. Given up on humanity and humans. Am I, then, indifferent? Unfortunately, I have not been able to not care.

What kind of a person does that make me? Too scared to jump right into deep love, too weary of people, too angry at the world, too unable to stop giving a damn, too impossible to stay apathetic.

I suppose what I am saying is, I’m on the fence. And it never is comfortable there, is it?

Comments:-

1) The starting lines of the post impressed me the most. I loved the strong beginning.

2) The statement "Can you feel..... first?", is thought provoking and so damn true. Made me realise only if you have the dearth of a thing do you actually understand its value.

3) The ending abrupt yet tantalising.

P.S. To check Manali Shah's blog click here.