Weekly Photo Challenge: I’d Rather Be

I’d Rather Be…

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Waking up as the first rays of sun pour into my bedroom,

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and watch this little one go moo moo first thing in the morning.

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Or make my knees green by rolling in these grass fields

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and sometimes build hay stakes on the hill slopes.

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Spend the noon counting unripe mangoes on the tree I planted in my childhood,

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and plucking strawberries from our garden,

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Or may be look around for wild berries in the jungle.

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I would watch the sparrows perched on our wooden terrace,

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and build a scarecrow to fly them away from the crop.

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I would spend the evening listening to the sound the river makes as it flows down the valley,

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and wait for another day in this place I once called Home. 

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Glow

It has been a while since I participated in Weekly Photo Challenge. Mostly because I like clicking pictures of nature mainly mountains, flowers, insects but it’s hard to spot such things in Delhi. Now that I am at home. I do post photographs sometimes in Instagram. I don’t claim to be a photographer, and I don’t even have a legitimate camera but photography is something I enjoy. I was going through this week’s challenge and thought what could be better than posting Diwali pictures for ‘glow’ theme but then it turned out to be a different kind of ‘glow’. Guys at WPC wanted us to post pictures taken at the Golden hour which is is the time of the day before sunset or after sunrise, when the light is soft and glowing.

Luckily I came across these beautiful creatures a few minutes back. I hope they do justice to the theme.


For Weekly Photo Challenge.

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“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. … There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”

—Rachel Carson, Silent Spring

Lush green fields in the neighborhood.

A group of Mynas in our courtyard.

An old cat trying to hunt birds on a bottlebrush tree.

Migratory birds perched on top of mango trees.

My aunt’s new born calf. She would probably be a cow by now.


Jab Mona Met Imtiaz

Sometimes I feel like I am the hero of an Imtiaz Ali movie, lost somewhere, waiting for the heroine to come and topple my life and help me find myself.

I am Viren in Socha Na Tha, confused about love, marriage and everything else in life, taking decisions and regretting them later.

I am Aditya in Jab We Met, waiting to hop on a train, leaving all my problems behind.

I am Jordan in Rockstar, waiting for that one heartbreak to make it big in life, hurting everyone I love in the process.

And finally I am Ved in Tamasha, an unwilling engineer, living a lie, and bored with my life, narrating the story of my life in a virtual space, finding solace in that.

I haven’t seen the new movie yet, but going by the reviews I am quite sure I would be Harry of Jab Harry Met Sejal. Even Shahrukh’s life has become quite like mine, giving one flop after another, not finding the right script, something that could do him justice. How much ever he wants to be young again, he can’t seem to accept the fact that it is not okay for him to romance actresses half his age in exactly the same way he did twenty years ago.

He needs to grow up, as much as I do.

And as for Imtiaz, as much as I like watching movies similar to my life, you really need to find a new story. Even I am bored of coming of age so many times.

 

*all images from google.

In the chaos of Delhi, I found

… an old couple trying to use the escalator for the first time. The woman succeeding while the man giving up and using the stairs instead.
… kids playing ghar ghar roadside, cooking ‘lunch’ in an earthen pot.
… a young couple in the neighborhood walking hand in hand every single evening.
… a girl writing with an ink pen.
… a homeless kid feeding bread to a stray dog.
… a pigeon sneaking into my room and sleeping on my bed.
… a sparrow on my windowpane.
… a little girl asking her dad to get her a chocolate from the magic (vending) machine.
… In the chaos of Delhi, I found Love… Life.. Laughter…