Pictures Pictures Pictures

          A picture is worth a thousand words, right? So this blog post is dedicated only to photos.
Photography (I don't even know whether I should call it that) has always been a passion. So I decided to share my photos on my blog :)

 

Yes, it was a very boring day.

 

 

Say hello to my gorgeous sister.

 

Winters are love.

 

John Mayer obviously.

 

Found a hundred of these beautiful butterflies in front of my house.

 

Yes, I clicked. Please believe me.

 

2012. One of my favourites.

 

Lodhi Gardens.

 

Lodhi Gardens. My sister's the best model ever.

 

Lodhi Gardens, again.

 

Summer, 2014.

 

Taj Mahal, Winter 2012.

 

 

Taj Mahal, Winter 2012.

 

Summer 2013.

 

Sultanpur, 2014.

 

Sultanpur, 2014.

 

Sultanpur, 2014.

 

Summer Mornings.

 

Hello Beautiful.

 

Alwar, 2014.

 

Alwar, 2014.

TYPES OF NEIGHBOURS

So I was watching Superwoman videos and I thought of this -
'Types of Neighbours'
Now I don't have the guts to make a video and I have no intention of copying her, but I really really wanted to share this hehe.

1) THE GOSSIP AUNTY - All neighbourhoods have at least one aunty who goes around spreading rumours from one corner of the neighborhood to the other. Even though you don't know about half the people she's talking about, SHE WILL TELL YOU.

2) THE SOLITARY ONES - These people just hate talking to anybody. You hardly see them because either they're out or they're locked inside their house. They might just be the mafia, who knows man.

3) THE ANNOYING UNCLE - Now he seems very sweet in the beginning. But then he stops you in the middle of the road to crack some PJs, he asks you a million questions and then he gives that creepy annoying smile that makes you want to punch him c:

4) THE BORROWERS - They will come to your house every second day tyo ask you either from sugar, rice, dal, masalas etc. It's like they never have their own stuff and we're their grocery store. PAY US ALREADY.

5) THE FUNJABI FAMILY - We absolutely love these guys. They're so much fun to chill with. But they play the loudest of music, have the loudest of parties till the middle of the night. So it's 1am and I'm trying to sleep, and I suddenly hear 'Yo Yo Honey Singh'. Little girl trying to sleep here guys.

6) THE YOUNGSTERS - These people live on rent, probably on the top floor of some house. Loudest talkers ever. They have crazy parties without any music, but their voice is so annoying. They talk at the top of their voice, drink beer and decide to laugh their asses off at 2 a.m. disturbing the entire neighbourhood c:

7) THE SERIOUS ONES - They're not in seclusion, but they're not very friendly either. They mostly happen to be doctors, dentists, authors etc. They come out for functions, meet everybody, but you can never expect to have any fun conversation with them. The conversation will always switch to politics, economy etc etc. They're still really sweet though.

Okay, these were just some of the common ones I thought every neighbourhood would have. No matter how funny/weird they are, we will always love them because well, it IS a neighbourhood.
I hope I didn't bore you. Byebye.

   

     How many..?

Life is short. Make it large. That's the motto everyone lives by, right? But how 'large' do you actually make it? Do you really LIVE or do you follow the same old monotonous routine followed by millions in this world that has sadly been referred to as a rat race?

My 12th boards have finally ended. I'm sitting at home, bored, with an entire list of things to do. But, what do I choose to do instead? Watch television. Yeah. So, one day, I finally decided to switch off the television and think, introspect and try to figure stuff out. And then this weird question popped up in my head. 'How many times have I lived?' 

We have one life to live but a million things to do. But in that one life, we live a thousand lives. And in these thousand lives we meet wonderful people, have wonderful experiences, laugh, cry, dance, sing, work, party, eat, sleep and blah blah. But in the end, how much of it all really matters? How much do we really remember? I'm going to ask this again, how many times did we REALLY live? How many times did we laugh? How many times did we cry? How many times did we say I Love You? How many times did we say goodbye? How many times did it hurt? How many times did we just pause, and think? How many times did we dream? How many?

She gazed outside the window,

the sun falling on her eyes;

Her eyes full of dreams, full of reason,

but there was an emptiness,  an emptiness that couldn't be defined.

She gave a tiny laugh as she saw two young birds fly past.

The warm winter afternoon filled her heart 

with a little happiness, a little sorrow, a little bit of...everything.

The sun made her feel beautiful, made her feel special.

Staring at it with closed eyes made her feel brave. Then why was it so incomplete?

Why did it all feel so, well....lost?

Where do we belong?

We've all heard about the site 'Ask.fm' where people anonymously ask each other questions, be it about their personal life or just for fun. I recently joined this site just to see what kind of questions people ask and how people react to such questions. But one answer really infuriated me.
A person was asked to describe his country (India) in 3 words. He replied saying 'Cricket. Rape. Corruption'. Now I understand the frustration a normal Indian faces everyday regarding the growing cases of rape and corruption. But why insult your own country on a public forum knowing fully well that the person sending the question might just be from a different country? Is this the picture we want to give others about India? We should be proud to be Indians and should talk highly of our country. This brings me to my next point.
I hear a number of Indians, specially students, criticizing the country and saying that they want to leave it. It bothers me that educated Indians themselves have no will to help develop their own country. India cannot grow until the people want to make it grow. Unfortunately, people, including me, have been influenced too much by the western culture. We see America and all we want is to live in a country as 'classy' and developed as America. Why don't we think even once that if we leave, how will our country flourish? It is the people who form a country, not the government and not the old politicians. I am not implying that all of us should join politics and run the country. But the least we can do is lead it to the path of development in the best possible way we know.
Charity begins at home. Our home is India and we are Indians. Running away from this fact won't change it.

The Greatest Love Of All..

                            

About two years back, my sister and I found a female stray dog in a market close to our house. Very common looking, she had something very special about her. The love and affection she showed everybody around her, even though she had never met them, was extraordinary.  Whenever we went to that market, she would come running to us. Not for food, she didn't care about the food, but just to be with us. If we tried to leave, she would run ahead and try and block our way. She never expected any food or anything from us, only love. We named her Chi Chi (got the name from Friends, the dog Ross and Monica loved in their childhood) and she always came running to us when we used to call her.
But after those few months when we used to meet her at least once a week, we never met her for like a year. Yes, it was selfish on our part because we used to visit that market quite often and used to leave without meeting her. Then after one whole year, we found her again in a different place. She recognized us. With the same name. Though now she looked weak, very weak, with an injured leg. But our love for her or her love for us did not decrease even a bit. Even now, we try and meet her as much as possible. We feed her and then walk around the market while she walks by our side.
This is what I call 'unconditional' love. The love dogs show to humans is the best love ever. Why can't humans be more like dogs? Infact, when you're actually abusing a person by calling them a dog, if I were in their place, I would take it as a compliment. Probably the best compliment ever received.

Flop Show

28th October, 2011 was supposed to be an epic day for the people of Gurgaon and Delhi.
The long awaited day had finally come when thousands of fans came together on one ground to see their favourite band perform. There was only one name on everybody's lips - Metallica, and they wouldn't stop no matter what.
I reached the concert grounds at around 3 pm and saw a huge crowd of people waiting in front of the gates.   Most of them had reached in the morning  hoping to be the first ones to enter when the gates opened. This was actually expected as most fans had been waiting for this day for years. Stamping, shouting and after an hour of being pushed and crushed, we finally entered the concert ground. Excitement could be seen on everybody's faces. Screaming and chanting Metallica's name, they rushed towards the stage. It was around 4:30 and there was no sign of the band. Still, with no complains,  everybody eagerly waited. After another hour of waiting and being told to 'move one step backwards' people started getting a bit agitated. The organizers somehow seemed to show no interest when questioned and told us that the band was at an interview and would be arriving in no time. Another hour and a half passed by and all we could do is sit and wait until they finally told us the truth.
The barricades in front of the stage had been broken and we told that due to these 'technical difficulties' the concert had been postponed to the next day. The crowd replied to that announcement with a number of abuses and started breaking the sound system which was placed in the middle of the ground. Many climbed on to the stage, broke the equipment and almost set fire to the stage. People started rushing out of the ground out of fear and anger.
On reaching home we switched on the news and we were told that the concert was cancelled.
An evening which was supposed to leave the crowd wanting more and more left everyone with a rage that has still not subsided.
Nobody knew what actually happened that day and it still lies as a mystery.


I know that writing this post after two and a half months makes no sense, but somethings need to be let out. Better late than never.