sneak into...

with the metro rail coming to gurgaon my interaction with people have suddenly gone up. though interaction in this case is not a chat up but observing them from a distance. it's interesting to be a part of the crowd rather play a role in forming the crowd and at the same instance being totally cut off from all of them. being in your own thoughts and motives, at times hiding behind a paperback in my hand i sneak into the lives of others travelling in the metro. at times act a bit bolder and shoot their portraits.

conversation

with my newly found love for the delhi metro rail comes lot of other interesting stuff. like shooting strangers on the way. this one is from my first ride from gurgaon-rajiv chowk.

their body movement was so beautiful it seemed as if they are talking to each other without the use of words. their legs, their torso everything looked to be in sync with the others. both the guys where oblivious of the world around them, didn't care a shit if someone was shooting them.

it's gonna be the most fond memory of my first trip in the metro from gurgaon.

anay's architectural venture

it was great to see anay building up this structure, for the first time he was seriously playing with blocks. today he realised for the first time that blocks can be set together to create something much larger than those little plastic blocks.

after setting each block he would stop and applaud for himself by clapping and looking at us expecting us to do the same. well we were more than happy to clap for him...

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absolut freedom

in the morning someone sent me this quote. it seemed to ignite a good start for the day.

goodbye

at times goodbyes sound so final.

landscape 2

self

landscape 1

solo

one eyed man

you need two eyes to appreciate a good picture, but just one eye to shoot a great one.
I better be a one eyed man creating art, than wasting two eyes in just admiring what other do.

the junk yard

why do people want me to clean up the mess. it all looks so much in place. isn't it???

portraits

a great day starts.

first thing in the morning. my little son anay was sitting on my lap bitting on to bits of marie biscuit. no clue what came to his mind he started trying to put a few bits of the biscuit in my mouth. probably he was trying to copy me i.e the way i feed him or he was just bored and wanted someone else to finish the biscuit.

whatever his reasons were, it was an outstanding moment for me.

knock on my door

Knock on my door, if I don't open
Bang on it, if I still don't open
Look from the window, if I'm inside
Pick a stone and break in