The Best Camera.


It was two days back. An afternoon engulfed in humidity. I lifted my digicam off the shelf and headed out straight to the small garden in the terrace of my house. I do it often these days. Visiting the garden. What makes me curious is to think of various angles in which I can take a shot that would portray beauty in the purest way. By the way, I love macro photography and have recently started on it, accidentally though.

The tiny things compliment the colossal fragments of nature’s beauty. And it is only the limitations of a camera that can forestall one from capturing it! Well, what I usually do in the terrace is search for tiny flowers, uncurling leaves, withering stems. That day was giving me a disappointing feeling. The things I was accustomed with, as far as taking a photograph goes, weren’t there. No budding flowers. No nascent leaves. I looked above, towards the left sky. All barren. As I turned my head towards right, what I saw left me open-mouthed.

Bunch of thick clouds. Bright white. Floating in the sky. And giving the beauty a finishing touch was the clear bluish sky all around. Just that, in all exactness. Blue complementing the white. It was like patches of white on a blue canvas to mend something, maybe our sorrows. A smile came instantly on my face. I adjusted my camera, picked an angle, adjusted brightness, and finally clicked. When I saw the photo, I got a little disappointed. What my eyes were seeing, my camera wasn’t capturing.

As a matter of fact, my camera isn’t that great. A simple 12 MP camera with basic utilities and settings. I started wishing if I had a better camera, more professional one. Interestingly, my mind switches to ‘contemplation mode’ whenever I feel sad or disappointed. I then try figuring out what is actually causing this gloominess; whether it is not getting something that I am feeling sad about or it is my own thoughts making me feel so.

I started to think, standing in the middle of terrace, my eyes scanning the blue above. The cool breeze was slowly refreshing my rotten mood. I thought, what could be the best camera to capture such beauty other than our soul itself. I can, at some point of time in the future, buy a good camera; maybe even a DSLR. Surely, I will then be capturing better shots. But I now start seeing the real point here.

It is not about a better camera; or the best camera. It is about savoring the fragment of wonder before our eyes. It is about enjoying the present moment and not burdening oneself with  futile thoughts, because the good moments need to be captured for bad times.

Life just Happens! 🙂


Inspiration is ubiquitous.


In not the big things lies the key to captivation,
see beneath, look around, listen to the humming sound,
the skies as rich as the far-reaching grounds…
In tiny ants the shine of stars,
the fraternal love in raging wars,
the discipline of mountains, the calm of seas,
the unrequited service of honey bees…

The world is mere a stage set,
creatures come, aim and bet,
As one sows shall he reaps
the inspiration around, in mounds and heaps
For nights make way through the blooming sun
One in all, all in one!

5 Things Facebook didn’t Teach Anyone

Of all the social networking sites, I remain most active on facebook, instagram and wordpress. I have been active for the longest time on facebook. It has been 5 years now and I still cannot think about the psychology of majority of facebookers. What do they exactly want from facebook? Why are they on facebook? It makes me wonder why sanity takes a U-turn everytime I step out on a quest. People amaze me!

1. Facebook never taught anyone to post his/her selfie and then tagging along 50 of his/her friends. Is some kind of race going on here? The race to get maximum likes?

2. Facebook never taught anyone to flaunt about his/her belongings and then again tagging along everyone, so that everyone notices it. Grow up, pal! Take some pills. You have attention seeking disorder.

3. Facebook never taught anyone to go on posting Good Morning, Good Evening messages which again comes with an improvised version bearing hefty tagging. Take a chill pill, mate. Do some work. Read something. Go on a walk. It will benefit more compared to these greetings.

4. This one is a lamer version of the previous one. So hold your breath.

Facebook never taught anyone to post statuses like, ‘Hi! How are you?’, ‘How am I looking?’ along with a photo, et cetera et cetera. I mean, seriously, has this world done something terribly wrong with you?! Please don’t take revenge. I surrender _/\_

5. Facebook never taught anyone to post his/her photo in full swag with a very philosophical quotation on it. It looks like cherry on top of a chapati! Do something original, buddy!

The list can further be added with a number of points. But it is not the point here. The point is why people do this. Is man becoming narcissistic? Going on praising oneself in whatever ways he/she finds?

Praise is that which comes from outside. People surely need more wisdom compared to likes!

Camus’ Words of Wisdom.


Eclectic quotes from the late literary wizard Albert Camus.

1. People hasten to judge in order not to be judged themselves.

2. Since we’re all going to die, it’s obvious that when and how don’t matter.

3. The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits.

4. Believe me, for certain men at least, not taking what one doesn’t desire is the hardest thing in the world.

5. But sometimes it takes more courage to live than to shoot yourself.

6. One always has exaggerated ideas about what one doesn’t know.

7. You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question.

Stuck in ‘9-to-5’ Jobs.

I read an article just now, and it is so good that I cannot resist myself from sharing it here. CLICK HERE to go to the article.

The article cites the anguish of  terrific writer Charles Bukowski over the mundane and menial jobs, which as he says, are a trap of life!

To quote him,

“Slavery was never abolished, it was only extended to include all the colors.”

Beware. His wise words can be an eye-opener. 🙂

Courtesy: OPEN CULTURE website.

It is Good to Reconnect the Vanishing Dots.

Turn around once...and you'll see hands waving at you.

I finished my schooling four years back. Thereafter when I went for my graduation studies, my links to my school life had started straining. I started receiving fewer calls from friends, sometimes only messages. Even talks via social networking sites had started decreasing. The calls and messages, then, at one point, ceased to come. Back then, I sometimes used to think whether I would ever meet my school friends again. School times were golden times. I would indulge into monologues on several occasions on how we would be meeting 10 years from then. I used to think whether things would change although change is inevitable and comes in the most surprising of ways. By the time I was 1 year into my graduation course, I could barely think of the school days. The school days were gone. The friends were gone!

Each one of us, after our schooling, had the big question in front, ‘What next?’ I remember, from the good old incidents of school days, whenever any friend would ask, ‘What will we do after school? Will we be together?’ And came, every time, the unanimous reply, ‘YES, we will!’ We would think of joining the same college. Staying together. Merrying together. For all the days to come.

Surprisingly, and somewhat sadly, our this dream had been far from the reality as it turned out. Our dream was structured on feelings, and life has a special way of listening to such dreams. The bitter way, like offering a necessary medicine which no one likes to consume. Each one of us went on separate ways. In separate colleges. Pursuing unknown goals.

I still remember how in the early days of my graduation studies, I remained aloof. Aloof of people. Aloof of life. I remained in myself, or rather in the good old days I had left behind. It felt like a game of tug-o-war, with the only difference of the game being pre-fixed, that I had to lose. And I lost. I lost contact to a major fraction of my school friends. Those were the bad days, or rather not the good old days of my life.

When I woke up today, I didn’t knew what life had in closet for me today. I did the usual chores. Did a bit of reading. Slept for long hours in the afternoon. And when I woke up again, I didn’t realize that life had opened its closet and I was in for a pleasant surprise.

Within an hour’s time post my waking up, an official from a nearby bank knocked at the door asking me to accompany him to the bank for the purpose of verification of some kind. I hurriedly changed my clothes, took necessary documents and left with the man for the bank.

I sat down on a chair, waiting to get called,  the bank head to feet in their routine work. And as I was gazing from one corner of the room to the other, my eyes tracked a familiar face coming out from among two or three people standing at a distance to five feet from me. And mind it, ‘five feet’ is an approximation. I am not a guy who carries inch tapes to banks. Or to any place.

So coming back. The familiar face. How could I forget him! I was seeing a school friend after 3 long years! Without any invitation. Without any kind of premonitions. A smile covered his thinly face as he saw me. YES. This is the big part. The smile. He recognized me. He didn’t ignore me. He approached me with a smiling face. And I slowly raised from the chair, an expression of surprise, a pleasant one, on my face. I didn’t even realize when I too had started smiling.

We exchanged talks, asked about each other’s life. And in those talks came rolling another surprise towards me. That he was the assistant manager of that branch! I greeted him wishes. I felt happy.

Although our meet turned out a short one, as he had to see his errand and I had to return, I am happy that it happened. Such is life. Ever unpredictable. I feel it is a good thing, life being unpredictable. It offers sudden bursts of happiness which have the power of revitalizing one’s dormant soul!

Embrace without questioning. Live without regretting.

On and On.

No growth occurs to a plant bereft of seeds,
Nor does the scare of death deter its growth.
Life, like a perpetuating wheel,
with infinite spokes gained and lost,
and an objective beyond satisfying the self...
In whose cognition it rests, that he, a speck,
a nothingness, gains the highest faculties
to see the deeper truth
of LIFE.

The Magic Within

‘Life is like a withered leaf, that decays and reunites with the nature with renewed energy.

Life is big. Or rather, it should be. You know, it saddens me. The people. Now don’t you think I am averse to the mankind. I am a faction of it. And this fact saddens me more,’ said the old chap with gloom on his face.

It became his home. Or rather his second home. Everyday, he came here and spent hours doing nothing except staring in the dark. But it didn’t seem pointless. The big playground was offering him something. Or maybe it was the sole place offering him nothing, and he was happy for it. Only the twitching of his forehead might know the truth.

‘You know Peggy, the flowers you see there have a magic in them. They can make themselves disappear. But I wonder why they never reappear. Maybe they know only half the trick…haha! And they do it extremely well you see.’

The season of rainfall had started embracing the city. It began pouring all day. Like the raindrops were narrating a never-ending ballad.

‘Listen to the sound, Peggy. Just listen. The peace it carries. Do you find the voice of any human-like creature this melodious?? Well…I don’t. I didn’t find it yesterday. I didn’t find it today. I won’t find it tomorrow. People have lost that voice, or rather that tongue altogether! Or maybe the nature is speaking with that tongue through the mouth of these raindrops. Ohh nature is marvelous I told you..haha,’ happiness came on his face for a jiffy, and then returned to the cave of unknown.

‘People think I am mad, Peggy. That I blabber all the time. I have heard these. These talks. Life is beautiful only as long as the mankind knows its limits and doesn’t cross it. Mankind is plummeting from the lofty mountain of strayed advancement. I can very clearly see that. These people cannot. And they call me mad because I tell them reality, and I am not mad,’ he said raising his voice almost to the level of shout, his eyes wetting.

‘But no. I have learnt to be at peace. The playground has taught me the power of silence. Saying without speaking. Offering without expecting.’

The cold winds rushed through his cheeks.

p.s. – The simplest of things tend to baffle the human minds.

The Bountiful Nature.


The scent of a rose… its jewellery.
The redness… not an omen but goodwill.

The thorns…like the obstacles of life,
protecting from the bad… giving it strength.

The petals…like the fragments of life,
beauty lies in not one but all, being together.

The seeds…like the harbinger of a new life,
carrying the goodness for generations to come.

Life is like an aging rose,
withering by as evil grows…
Its death paves a new way,
for the seeds to make hay…