Testing Photos in the New Background

A farmer lost in thought in the Aloe Vera fields in Amrita University. I was actually required to photograph the harvest of Aloe Vera for documenting the ever increasing work of Center for Environmental Sciences in our college. I took it as a very good oppertunity to take some portraits of the farmers. Contrary to my assumptions, most people did not like being photographed and so I had to stand a good distance away from them while taking pictures. I ended up cropping almost all of them, and so there goes my chances of taking a high resolution print.

I applied a warming filter on this picture as an after thought in Photoshop. I need to hire someone to tell me to stop when I overdo post processing.

2009

For 2008,

Maut tu ek kavitaa hai
Death, you are a poem
Mujhse ek kavita ka vada hai milegi mujhko
A poem has promised to meet me

Doobti nabzon mein jab dard ko neend aane lage
When the pulse sinks bringing sleep to pain
Zard sa chehra lekar jab chaand ufaq tak pahunche
When the moon raises her yellow face to the horizon
Din abhi paani mein ho, raat kinaare ke kareeb
When the day is still in the water, and the night waits on the shore
Na andhera na ujaala ho, na abhi raat na din
Neither darkness nor light, When there is no more night or day
Jism jab khatm ho aur rooh ko jab saans aaye
When the body expires, but the soul still breathes
Mujhse ek kavita ka waada hai milegi mujhko
A poem has promised to meet me

Until Dec 2009, Happy 2009.

Writer’s Block

Okay this is, I think, the fourth time that I have begun writing on something. This time I am finished to determine it. I mean, I am determined to finish. You see, I am not even correcting mistakes now.

The recent turn of events have left me with no time at all. So suddenly, when a Sunday decides to show up with no people in the campus, I must admit that I am stumped all of a suddent with what to do.

I don’t know what to do.

And I dont have anything to write.

I guess I will go sleep now. So much for creativity.

Se7en

My resolve to go to bed everyday before midnight underwent a major reconsideration when my friend handed me a copy of Rock On. I watched it right through the night. Its good time pass and you can spend more time on nostalgia if you were part of a band in college. The songs are really good.
On a totally different note, Eddie Vedder writes beautiful poetry but refuses to share the meaning of his songs. According to him, music is personal and is viewed differently by different people. That being said:

Na na, na na na na
Na na, na na na na
Mere canteen ka ek bill, ek aadhi padi journal
Ek Phd guide ka phone number, national conference ka ek paper
Mere programs ki ek floppy, Mere class notes ki teen copy
Pichhale Saat Dinon Mein Maine Khoya
Kabhi Khud Pe Hansa Main, Aur Kabhi Khud Pe Roya
Na na, na na na na
Na na, na na na na

Doodle Doodle

Its been three days now, or maybe a week. I dont’t really know, but Floyd has been asking me these same questions again and again.

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Three days before the college opens I have shift the entire programming course from Java to C.

Cold comfort for change?

And guess what, I get a message thats supposed to come around two hours later.

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

For whom the Dell tolls

I got a laptop. A brand new Dell E1505. Okay, its not classy, its got this old box type look with a dull silver color. Not like the Sony VAIO laptops, so dark red, it makes you think you are holding a strawberry basket.

But this is a good configuration. It works fast, nice response and a very very beautiful screen. Vista home edition runs with a decent speed. Fedora core 7 is awesome(Linux always is). I have to try the Mac OS too

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On Thy fingertips revolve hundreds, nay, millions of universes

How is it justified if you make me, this poor child

Also revolve on the same fingertips of Thine.

“May your far-reaching eyes—which are only slightly open like a blue lotus just beginning to bloom—bathe even a worthless, far-removed one like me in your grace.

Just as the cooling rays of the moon fall equally on the mansion and the wilderness, it will incur you no loss, O Shive, but this person will indeed become blessed.” —Soundarya Lahari, 57