I had my little outing after all. It wasn’t a trip, it wasn’t an expedition, it wasn’t even anywhere outside Calcutta. But I can’t think of a better way to spend Independence Day.
When you’re in a car and driving under stormy skies with family, life reaches a point where you can appreciate the fact that things like cars and family and independence days exist. I don’t think we’ve done that badly for a country as old as we are. I mean, we can drive around in circles all over the the city. That's good enough for me. Oh, and there are photographs. There are always photographs. But I wasn’t feeling particularly photographish, so I didn’t pay much attention to anything, and the pictures are all sad and uninspired and empty. I didn’t think them good enough to go onto either my deviantArt or Flickr pages, so here they are, in what is truly my mind’s dustbin.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you certain parts of Calcutta on a rainy day.
I really wish I knew how to do wonderful magical things with Photoshop. I’d put in colourful kites and little children to fill up the spaces. Add other things also, perhaps a cow or two. Cows in photographs are particularly inspiring, I think, especially since there is this group called The Cow Club on deviantArt that keeps adding my pictures of bovine Benaras to it. But I’d like to Photoshop a cow into a photograph someday. It seems like a particularly difficult and heroic thing to do.
Hell, I wish I had Photoshop on my computer.
Also, for further reference, this is the point where Priyanka reached a phase where she couldn’t write a particular way anymore and wanted some time to figure out how exactly to mourn the loss. Hence, posts like these. They say you need at least ten posts to get a blog running, and this is only the sixth. Tomorrow I shall bring about The Change. Tomorrow I shall make my views on India's Independence more coherent. Tomorrow I shall rise, and flex my fingers, and write write write till parts of me shrivel up and die. I'm trying very hard not to quote Gone With The Wind here.
PS. I lied. “They” is, in fact, me.
11 have survived.:
all the photoshop whizzes i've met in the course of my short career did have something bovine about them, now that you mention it :)
abbe.. im out of ur blog roll/list?
:(
now dont put me back.
what hey, not good enough pics you liar.
i love.
funnily, even i went around taking pictures on the 15th ofaugust :D with my slr and sneha's camera yayayayyayay some of it is on dA :P
What's wrong with you? The pics are great. I love the ones on the railway station.
And I like your description of a blog as the mind's dustbin. They truly are sometimes. Like parts of our brain on display, and not often the most display-worthy parts.
And I think, style wise, you can either blog to be appreciated, or just because you felt like writing. The best authors combine both.
Liar.
They're all photoshoped. Raka told me.
@ heh?ok: sheepish, too. sometimes.
@ raghu: oh shit. sorry.
@ weevilgirl: i saw. i liked.
@ elendil: you have Valid Point there.
@ vikrant: cropped, yes. but not photoshopped. and what has raka got to do with it?
Station'er chobita bishon sundor.It tells a story.And as
they say, that's what great pictures ought to do.
P.S."I lied. “They” is, in fact, me."
i loved the pic of the leaves...
and yes,dont sat Gone With The Wind infront of me...
the text is killing me!
Child. Your pics are awesome. And your little grey cells are making their presence felt in the most delightful little way.
Hell, I never suspected they existed.
i meant dont *say
gorgeous pics.
=)
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