There I saw her - down the lane
She was trying to save herself
But alas, in vain.
Silent yet teaching
Its never the end
Towards it, yet, we all do wend.
Until the edge we never know
What is there, that lies below.
Life is a myriad
Of pain and sorrow
Of love and laughter
Hopes of tomorrow
and of thereafter.
Govind
Oct 30, 2009
Kolkata
To Grandma, who passed away earlier this month. You'll always be missed!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Pictures Of The Setu
Following are two pictures that I took of the Vidyasagar Setu(2nd Howrah Bridge) connecting Kolkata and Howrah. The first one was taken back in January and second one, last week. Both pictures have been taken from a cell phone camera and thereafter edited.
P.S. : So am I getting a new cam..?
P.S. : So am I getting a new cam..?
To Black.. To White....
I, then, start to clear my sight
when I've figured out if its black or its white.
I don't know what the concept of black and white is. To rephrase, I don't know what the concept of "the two" is to others... others around me.
I just sit. Do I see anything, something?
I don't know. I don't know how "the two" are perceived by them.
Somehow, I want to define "the two". Don't call me a filthy idealist. I want the definition to be rigorous, only for myself. Don't call me geocentric. My world, well... almost always, ends within myself.
I equate black to wrong/unjustified and white to right/justified.
Would it help me?
If am to to judge and/or to decide, I assign one of "the two" to the context.
But why would I do that?
.
.
.
If it's black, I stop.
STOP!
If it's white. I don't start to think again. I start to imagine.
I've heard the color white contains all of the rainbow.
So once "it" is figured out to be white, I start to pick out the colors, the color I want.
Colors that would make me happy. Nothing pleases me. So colors that would please others.
Its from the context I comprehend, from the context I start, start to.....!
And When I cant figure out whats wrong, whats right
I choose oblivion, hoping to get my colors back bright!
G.
13/Aug/2009.
Kol.
when I've figured out if its black or its white.
I don't know what the concept of black and white is. To rephrase, I don't know what the concept of "the two" is to others... others around me.
I just sit. Do I see anything, something?
I don't know. I don't know how "the two" are perceived by them.
Somehow, I want to define "the two". Don't call me a filthy idealist. I want the definition to be rigorous, only for myself. Don't call me geocentric. My world, well... almost always, ends within myself.
I equate black to wrong/unjustified and white to right/justified.
Would it help me?
If am to to judge and/or to decide, I assign one of "the two" to the context.
But why would I do that?
.
.
.
If it's black, I stop.
STOP!
If it's white. I don't start to think again. I start to imagine.
I've heard the color white contains all of the rainbow.
So once "it" is figured out to be white, I start to pick out the colors, the color I want.
Colors that would make me happy. Nothing pleases me. So colors that would please others.
Its from the context I comprehend, from the context I start, start to.....!
And When I cant figure out whats wrong, whats right
I choose oblivion, hoping to get my colors back bright!
G.
13/Aug/2009.
Kol.
A New Blog!
The old one got pretty messy. So shifted all the content there to some other URL and started a new one with the same old name. Kind of like it.
Cheers.
:)
Cheers.
:)
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