Guldasta

A bouquet of flowers picked along the way ….

Bonding January 5, 2009

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The Ladies, Raleigh, NC, USA, December-2008

The Ladies, Raleigh, NC, USA, December-2008

New friends are like new wine. It is wise to sip them slowly and enjoy the change of taste as the relationship ages.

I made many new friends at NCSU. But within that group are a select few who in their own unique ways made these past few months memorable.

Ladies, your constant chatter, freaky jokes, shopping mania, and spontaneous laughter are gifts I will always cherish.

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The Solitary Lover January 4, 2009

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Lake Johnson, Raleigh, NC, USA, December-2008
Lake Johnson, Raleigh, NC, USA, December-2008

 

He looked out of the window, his right hand caressing the frame. He had been there all afternoon, a distant look in his eyes, unmindful of the movements and noises that crowded the street. It was difficult to get Nupur out of his thoughts. They had not met for many years, hardly spoke to each other, and yet it seemed as if he knew this woman better than any other woman in his life. Or was this a trick that his mind was playing? Does he really know Nupur or does he know an image of her?

And does it really matter?

Love between them was always unsaid. Like a whisper which never escaped the lips. When she was around, he would become unmindful of the world. Like when he met her at Delhi’s railway station. A crowded, sweaty, cacophonous place. But that he knows from past knowledge. His memory of the meeting held nothing but her image. There are no sounds but those that belong to her. No images beyond her person.

But what about the rendezvous at Barista in Pune? He waited all evening, until his feet could not bear his weight for a moment more, inspite of knowing she will not come. Yet, now the image his mind conjures of that evening includes her. It is frightening how real the dream is.

Yes, that is how it is. She lives in his dreams. And he can continue to love her there.

 

Be the light January 2, 2009

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Glowing heart

Glowing heart, Malaysia, Sep-2007

 

New Year Greetings!

This year, may the candle of my heart burn at both ends. It will last less, but while it lasts, let the light spread far.

 

Fortunate December 31, 2008

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Abandoned Farmhouse

Abandoned Farmhouse, Morrisville, NC, USA, Dec-2008

The winter storm has come to an end. Another day is waiting to start. When the dust settles, I am going to find myself very alone. Some will lose the love they had. Some will find the love they never had.

I will lose the love I never had.

And my solace is in the words of:
Alfred Lord Tennyson : ‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Washington Irving : Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

And what the heck, I was born a romantic! I am ready to love again. Even if it means losing again.

Fortunate, eh?

 

Cows and Humans June 11, 2008

Sayajigunj, Vadodara, India. 2008

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In India, there is peaceful coexistence of domestic animals and humans. It is inevitable given the almost animal like living conditions of so many Indians.

We are poor by choice. Poverty has become a state of mind. The little that the government does is frittered away by its own corrupt officials and bureaucracy.

And in the midst of all this, is the tragic apathy of city dwelling middle class and rich to the plight of the underprivileged who are easily labelled as lazy and thieves. It is almost impossible to think of God on a hungry stomach, how then can we expect the exploited to act responsible?

I urge you to play your role (small or big) in removing poverty and illiteracy from our land. How about shouldering the education of two poor kids?

 

Time dissolves everything June 1, 2008

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Crumbling Wall at Champaner, 2007

Champaner, Gujarat, India

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Time dissolves everything – the unsurmountable walls of erstwhile forts, the mightiest mountain peak, and your successes, failures & memories. In the end, only time remains. In the begining, there was only time.

 

Are you a windmill type? May 14, 2008

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Wind energy, Ahmednagar, Maharashtra, India. 2007

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The windmill blades go whoosh whoosh whoosh. You must stand below one to experience the size and volume.

I was wondering how amazing windmills are. They simply stand in the path of wind and ‘receive’ what they need. They do not chase the wind, they do not trap the wind and they do not alter the wind.

Are you a windmill person? Or do you leave your ecological footprint wherever you go?