What is happening in my life?

EXACTLY. that face.

Birds and people and Birds and me.

Its this very heavy feeling of restlessness washing over me every now and then. How restlessness can feel heavy or wash over anything is beyond me but yes, its happening, and its not been pleasant. I've been feeling weird about myself, about having a thousand blogs and letting each one die, about the spectacle that's rendered me blind ( my spectacles disappeared from my room without a fucking sign) and there's just this sense of unease which I can't seem to snap out of. I got a second piercing on my left ear (randomly, on impulse) and for a while it seemed like its going to be fine but smothering affection has literally fucked me in the ear. How do you blame anyone for that kind of a thing. I don't know. I dont quite love the pictures but I wanted to put stuff up here so that. Throw me a shovel and I'll dig my own bones.

I don't know why I said that.

that's me right there.

Birla Mandir, Kolkata.

Looks like i really enjoy doing architectural photography. I was getting the drift of this in Aurangabad earlier, when we were taken for our Socio Cultural Research trip, especially with Amish's camera, the pictures of which i have tried to snag out of his possession on several occasions, but failed.

I just noticed i had misspelt Aurangabad as AurangaBar.

So much for an attempt at seemly posts trying to hide inebriation.
 

a picture

that tells a tail?


HAHA MY MOM SAID THAT MY MOM SAID THAT MY MOM NEVER SAYS ANYTHING IN ENGLISH :D

what is that bad picture

one of these days, though

 I'll walk you past these windows,

 

I'll walk you through the trees;

I'll walk you to wherever 

gets you weakest in the knees.

Hello, Lovelies.

 

jojo where we smoked

 

mahima in the bus

 

overexposed weirdexpression lady from a moving bus

 

nimbooman outside bibi ka makbara ok i dont know how to spellit.

gagan in the bus

anshul with chai.

 

axe<3

 

satpathy with jojo in background.

march?

 harixander soopertramp.

shoot! vasundhara, vipin, and vishal under deadtree.

lovekids:)

punit, outside our research cave 

(Cave One, Ajanta)

so those were people pictures from the college trip to ajanta and ellora that i probably wont put up elsewhere :D

and in case you were wondering why i dont write anymore, the answer lies in my wordpress blog. garbage isnt very pleasant to step on so i keep it away from the most stepped on site.on an updatey note, first year in college almost over. past few months in the hostel have been brilliant mostly because my roommate decided to unofficially move into her friend's room which leaves me ALONE in the WHOLE BEEG ROOM WITH TWO BEDS, TWO TABLES, TWO CHAIRS and a clean loo.solitude and clean bathroom and complete privacy. sigh. next year is bound to be different, im bound to get new roommate, and bound to begin is a new era of cribbage but ill enjoy this while it lasts.im a little screwed when it comes to work and i feel like im going nowhere in life and i dont draw as much anymore. oh and the amount i drift/have been drifting is unhealthy. gets me into trouble with people but as long as i get by, who gives a fuck.

and get by, i do.

yes, ok. so what.

i want this on my wall.and on my grandkids' walls if and when i have any.you have a nice life,bro.

and yes thats my new haircut. jeezuzzzz.

Why you waitin over there let's roll (8)

yes ok dudes, I'm over all the gloominessity (bipolarness, among other things,should've been blamed fo it). i got done with a 10 page long (every corner of each page is scribbled in, btw) letter to shravanthi the day before, and it's been posted. yes I'm sort of a maniac when it comes to letters. these arnt even tiny pages, they're the exact opposite. yes i consider this as BRAGGING about something which doesn't even remotely affect the political situation of the country, neither does it do any good to your neighbour's cat's faulty diet, nor ANYTHING else, actually, but cant be helped.i consider this no mean feat, inflicting 10 pages of epic emo-ness/retardedness /nonsensicallity on a fellow human being,so brag i shall. also, one of the pages had a doodle titled:I wish I was a gayboy with flowers in my hair. it was a portrait of a gayboy which looked marginally like James Franco (AAA x 648) with curly hair (as in Milk, that lovely, lovely movie).I AM sad I didnt upload it, actually, and its not even been scanned. ohwell x(

by the by,i have stopped generalising about cats. yes cats, which i had always hated (apart from the black variety) until i visited ishika's place and *cough* fell in lo.. er, liking with one.it was the definition of ultimate gayness, and it was SUCH a cute poser. it'd stay put for 70 minutes and let us take its pictures from whichever angle we please, without freaking out and charging at us like a retarded dino.

yes i mean, just LOOK at that?! it makes me feel like a good picturetaker also. this doesnt happen often.

DONT POKE MAI NOZE!

look at itz toothz :D moarpictures in my orkut album, i dont wanna be repetitivehere.

yes so now, imma admit something (you might consider embarrassing, because i hate hip-hop/RnB in general usually and this might make me a hypocrite etc etc.) aboutmyself.

I LOVEd(?) BLUE *!*

THE BAND yes. they had been off my mind for over two years, but shayo just helped me revive my love for them, going.. Top floor with no disturbin'.. in the middle of a gtalk convo.

the rest of the lyrics flowed from me. Bubblin is THE ULTIMATE SEX.

AND i used to have the hugest crush on..

LEE RYAN. YES.

what? HE'S CUTE, OK? yes one might advice me to stop if i wish to save my reputation from fluidly running downthedrain, but since ihadnone in the first place, i dont run the risk of defacement. AND i have Westlife on my iPod (uptown girl only). AND the C21 version of One Night In Bangkok. holy carp. fuck me, man.

Got a body like whoa (like whoa)
Why you waitin over there let's roll
Take it all the way to the top floor
And let's get Bubblin' girl, Bubblin' girl

xD

back

...from sparkling trees in pitch black nights, room no.8, villagers, four scoops of ice-cream, dhaaner khet, shoroter non-polluted akash, santhal dance, birds on electric lines, on thatched roofs but hardly ever inturrupting the view of the sky unless in equally pretty formations, and some very very fun bus rides.
i can never do justice to the trip with words, and have been unable to capture anything decently in pictures.
i have NEVER been this frustrated at my incapabilities. the pictures just SUCK and i am in MAJOR hate with my slr and will NEVER use it again, because, i clearly cant/havnt learnt to use it well.

anyhow, some pictures i took with sneha's camera (some of the notgreatatall ones, cuz i dont think ill put them up elsewhere)are right here: (goodblessherforlettingmeusethecam.godiwouldvekilledmyselfelse)

at bishnupur.

i would tell you which mandir this is if i remembered.

an army in some shop :P

from the moving bus i tooked. on the way to mukutmanipur.

that was on the longway from the resort (at mukutmanipur)to the village. we walked.

piegons on the roof of the first house we surveyed. the children sitting under this room got some my share of chlormints and halls. oh well, they were happy aleast.

malati singh sardar. the sweetest, friendliest woman ever. she wanted a bottle of mineral water to remember us by. i gave her my frooti one. :)

one the way back to the resort.

more many more to come later. dAand flickr will be updated.have been too but with other pictures.

eat it trade it chop it lock it up

yet no way can you rid this world of love

just something i made. credits: THANKYOUSNEHAFORYOUR CAMERA YAYAYAY!

OldPhotoPost

OH LOOK ALL MENS AND DOODS JUST LOOK

the leftest little girl is my mom, then there's my uncle and aunt. mom's doing something with a khonjoni.
aaaahahahhaha the grouchy one would be mom's neighbourgirl, and the Chinese cutted haired person is herself.

there's mommy and aunty again.

polyester frock.

it beats me how cute kids can grow up to be such hitlers. the cutest is the hitlerest.:/

look at THIS:

done last evening at her(sneha's) place, right under her nose :P
and she didnt seem to mind! we laughed our asses off, i tellew.funfun
xD

blue, blue nights

.. for im all alone,
ill blow myself a few fullmoons..

photomanipulation, by the me.
stock credits:

girl:http://trixypixie.deviantart.com/art/oui-my-love-80565068

and i dontremember who from i took the stairsandthechurch stcok, forgibhe me. hence, i didnt put it up on dA, i couldnt've credited proper.

and this is a pic taken a fewmonths back i think, the night when the moon was suppossedly closest to teh earth in (insertcorrectnumber) years. a very crappy cam, 1.3 MP if you wanttoknowthetruth. fullview might make it better.

..how lonely are we tonight?
Like mirrors that lie,hidden inside a woman's past.
-The Shayon.


p.s: for those who i havnt already bugged into checking out my dA and flickr account lately, please do so.plisplis :D

same new drug

ive been feeding on darkroom images of
the sin i sought,
modest lust and thought.
my eyes memorising a neon-glow jawline,
collar bone and
there are hollows and ridges i climb up and into
in my sleep,no more
than grains of spacebound tears

music scattered around by those eyes
and gaping nostrils
like the forest breeze in spring,
wild yet soft and the tint.
theres always the tint.

but beyond the grainy hue,
a tide of burning red and the witching
hour gives me
more than thirst or thought.


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this aint nothing, ho. and ok yes i posted, go me. even though more than half of teh people i tagged in my lastpost havnt done their tag. sheh shoot me someone.

and bytheway, this:


is me and the new oink. ive had enough of virtual pigs, now this is the real shit :D

daybefore e.v.e.exam. today, thatis.

some pictures remain achingly similar no matter now much overlapping is done.
sheesh.

yes so that'd be the sun, my head, my foot and my shoeslipperthingy in the elevatorsized balcony right the day before e.v.e. exam.
and it will be notsonice of you to ask me tommorow about how the exam went.will make me sad.