A shepherd n his sheep...

A couple of days back when I was on my regular cycling ride in the evening through the Mysore University campus I came across this beautiful scene of a shepherd and his sheep with the sun setting in the background... all the elements were so beautifully placed for a perfect pic that I immediately screeched to a halt and tried to capture this moment as quick as possible before the light fades out. Photography has grown into me as a hobby and I simply love it when I can capture what strikes my imagination. I'm glad that, I managed to take this pic on time and it actually came off pretty well with the sun-light bouncing off the man n his sheep jus like the way I had wanted it to. Yay!!! :D

I'm so jealous...

One day my lil sis came up to me n said she was supposed to write something for her class assignment. The topic was - "I'm so jealous..." Somehow I've cultivated a writing style where I've always been a fan of giving an emotional touch in the end for something I write like for things like these. Anyways cutting the self-praising crap short :P here's my attempt at it...

"The evening sky, the cool breeze, a wet road, and the green leaves, I sit by the window sipping my coffee, engrossed in the beauty of what I see. Vibrant are the roadside flowers and studded like diamonds are droplets on grass. I feel a feeling, a tickle in the head, when I see her dance, merrily and so colourfully dressed. She flutters her wings, flapping her way to me, as if beckoning “why don’t you dance with me?” I strike a smile and wheel myself closer to the window, a tear runs down when I realise I can never place my feet on the ground below. She waits for me, hoping for my reluctance to cease. She circles around and flutters away along with the gentle breeze. I wish she could know why I couldn’t be ‘just me’! Oh god! Please let her not misconstrue my inability to join her as though I’m so jealous of her glee."

I came in here with hardly any expectations about the lil town of Mysore. We were starting our design firm here, but choosing Mysore to be the place for it was something that just happened. This town reminds me of my childhood memories of my dearest Bangalore city. Green cover on all roads, people jus goin about their own work, comparatively lesser traffic, actually hardly anything when compared to how Bangalore is now.... I love this town! There's everything that I ever wanted from the place I'd be living in... hills, lakes, river, peace! I actually love cycling here... its so much fun... but alas, I hardly find any cycling enthusiasts here like in Bangalore. I havent been able to go for my photography expeditions around the city yet though, which I plan to do anytime soon... in fact I havent photogrpahed in a while now... guess its been too much of work and living in the office for long hours thats been the reason...

Nice video on Adidas...

The story of Adi Dassler from Dario Nucci on Vimeo.

Crash n burn...

well.. sometimes things dont really happen the way you thought they would.. guess i had a taste of it a few days back when i decided to confess my love, to my friend.

What do I love bout her?

Was just sitting by myself and thinking bout her, while looking at her pic on my comp. The next moment I simply pulled up the notepad and started typing all those I love about her. The list just didn't seem to end at all. :) Well anyways, here it goes...

I love the way she smiles. I love the fact that she loves Chocolates so much, and that she thinks they can never fill her enough. I love that she thinks dancing is fun, and that she dances her best in her room when she thinks nobody's looking. I love how attached she is to her basketball, but was actually willing to give it away to me. I love her momentary silence she puts up sometimes, and the way she gets along with her cousins, and how alike they all are. I love the way she keeps looking at things with nothing goin on in her mind. I love the way she looks blank when asked what she's thinking. I love the way she makes her hair and then leaves it open for the breeze to caress it. I love the way she complains about never getting a letter or an e-mail from me. I love it when she calls anyone cute, how she's always willing to play, and that she stayed up all night to wish her friends on their birthday. I love the way she loves dogs n the way she misses her last dog. I love the way she highlights things in her letters and waits to read my letter while sitting there by the door, or up on her bed. I love that she appreciates a good movie, and that she loves Shahrukh Khan like her elder brother. I love the way she showed up at the Sigma Mall once just for me. I love that she's as big a Shahid fan as me. I love the pictures that she's in, and the way she'll stare at a camera or hide her face. I love that she's in love with black n blue. I love the way she worries. I love her laugh, and her handwriting, n especially those little smiley-faces she draws in her letters. I love her poems. I love that she thinks I'm not a nerd, and the way she pats on my shoulder when i pull her leg and giggles. I love it when her eyes become huge, or when she raises her eyebrows and looks away. I love the way she walks, and then frowns at me when I stand across the road and look at her in total awe. I love the way she watches an SRK or Shahid's movie in the theater without a blink, and that there's this faint smile on her face while doin so. I love that every once in a while she seems taller than me when she sits behind me, until she gets off by bike. I love the way she places her hand on my shoulder while I speed on my bike. I love the way she refuses to respond and continues to talk when I offer to buy her flowers on the roadside. I love the way she talks bout her other friends with all excitement and how she cares about each one of them. I love the way she respects n loves her mom and hates it when her mom hurts her. I love the way msgs her friends without even looking at the cell. I love the way she loves to eat boiled corn and searches for that one old lady who gives her the best corn. I love that she loves puppies that she could take care of them as their own mother. I love to see the glee in her eyes when she sees one pup stroll bye. I love that she thinks individual houses are the best and that she hates living in an apartment. I love that she takes her own sweet time to open up her bottled emotions. I love that she loves to walk. I love that she's now growing a small cute paunch. I love that she's 50kgs and thinks that it’s too much. I love the way she loves her friends and that she manages keep in touch with every friend. I love how much she cares about her old roommates’ n new, and the stories she sometimes tells about them. I love the way she goes about talking when she does. I love that she thinks her walking style is weird. I love the way she gets restless when she's happy n excited. I love the way she ignores me when I try to pull her leg. Guess, the list will never end. Cause I LOVE HER for everything that she is. :)

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