tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230421692011-04-21T16:59:34.825-07:00Think of me as A-leash in Wonderland.Riddhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17096002882245839886noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23042169.post-74780020514658565792007-10-25T00:44:00.001-07:002007-10-25T00:49:21.637-07:00

Yes, I'm back to active photography. Yipee. And posting too, hopefully. For now, check this picture out and vote for it :)Edit: Have no idea why there are multiple copies of the script below. Will fix soon. Got to go, class.

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In continuation to my earlier post, a few more attempts with the camera:The first of these was recommended by DK(Thanks DK!).Desert PrincessA lone star in these skies of sand, a lone spark in the dark night, a flower smiles out nonetheless.The Red LaneRows of red greet us as we tread the path to the PGP block.Lady PetuniaSitting pretty by herself!Ugly DucklingStill some time to go before the

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Spring is in the air. The blooming(pun unintended) paradox of sweating through the days and freezing through the nights notwithstanding, the campus looks enchanting. My neighbour is especially smitten by the internal landscape and sees no reason for the rest of the world to not be so as well. Therefore my camera is brought forth upon suggestion and off I go to click around. Assorted results:The

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I love sleeping since I don't know when,So I've been thinking, B-School was a mistake then,Look at me now, will I ever learn?I don't know how but I suddenly lose controlThere's a fire within my soulJust 20 winks and my head starts to ring,20 more winks and I forget everything, o-o-o-ohMamma mia, its lecture time again,My my, its already 8:32,Mamma mia, didnt night just fall?My my, I'm not getting

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You go through life being a cynic. You believe nothing can shake your faith in the unfaithful. You believe the warning signs do not apply to you, because, hey, you wrote most of them. You know what they are saying, and then some. So you carry on walking, regardless. You know how far to go right?And then, you find the mirage. I mean THE mirage you believed couldnt exist. You do not believe your

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Well here we go again... my modest attempts with my camera (For those who want to know, its a Sony CyberShot DSC P200 (Wide viewing range) 7.2 Megapixel Camera. By no means a professional camera, but with enough knobs and controls for me to fool around with, I can say it isnt exactly point and shoot either). Here are some late evening and night shots...delayed exposure and all that jazz which I

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To see my dreams and make them real, This power he possesses,My life and love will fuse to one,By a mere touch to the tresses.For this power I shall not forget,I shall not forgive, I shall not regret.All I willed and allowed me to feel,Was pity for your aim to steal,Me from my mind's parachute,Feel my sting, here and now,For, my consciousness is absolute.And any time I do otherwise suggest,It is

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Yes, I know I should be studying, but sometimes, nature conspires against me. Why oh why, does every evening bring to me new wonder and awe? I could get get used to this... but then again, I hope I do not. I love my balcony :)These are a series of photos taken from my balcony (Room 128, IIML) over the duration 14th July to today.Here by popular demand! If anyone would like a larger resolution, do

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He walks up to me; all of a fluff,Takes a bow and then brings this up,Hey Riddhi, I’ve heard you write,And mentions his blog and extends an invite,So did you read my latest effort?Forgive me but I must have overlooked it,So there I sit, dimly aware,Of impending torture, while at me he stares,As I read, he watches my expressions,I’m being euphemistic, I meant contortions,For everyone’s a poet,

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The morning breeze softly caressing,Chirping birds eagerly addressing,A farewell hushed,time's forever unwilling,To bear the guilt of a separation so gruelling,Counting moments by the minute,I think of you and become a sinner.Two ways we go, two lives astray,Coloured with you, and now so gray, The hope that keeps, our paths intertwine,Destiny I don't believe in, until to you I am destined.The

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Cool evening breeze flowing into the room. Ozzy's "Goodbye to Romance" playing in the background... Sigh! how I love that song. Then the electricity does a number on me. So a circumstancial step into the balcony leads me to this:First thought: God has photoshopped the sky. Second thought : Shut up, you silly girl... if you were meant to understand it, you would have... just submit to this. So I

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A voice a thousand miles away,A face my eyes have never felt,A bosom I have never warmed,A dream that have never dreamt.Do I dare seek rescue,In a nameless faceless voice,Do I dare melt into that distant light,Do I let them make my choice?A crowd is a lonely place, they say,But my solitude is a virtue,I'll wait to see it their way, But maybe they lied and it isnt true.I will persist! I

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Lucknow has fantastic skies! The Morning Skies are clear azure. The Evening Skies are passion pink. The Night Skies are crystal clear. This place can drive a shutterbug like me crazy. I never seem to be able to put the camera back in the pocket. Sometimes it's almost embarassing. Today I was curling up up on the library lawns trying to get the right angle for an elevation shot. Granted it's

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Sigh. You know the feeling. Suddenly your time's up. You have to pack your bags, leave your friends, family and everything and rush off to a new and strange place, with new and strange people, and begin a new and stange life. Is there a phrase to describe this? Shattered complacency? Swallowed pride? Curtailed dreams? Whatever, this was my choice... and its not painless. Been in IIML for more

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Have you ever wanted a moment frozen in time? I mean, not when you are going through it... later on, when its over. I have realised college was full of those moments for me. In fact, I had several such moments over the last week... when you spend your years 18 through 22(nearly) in the same place, it kind of grows on you. And, when the last semester of college ends and you have to go back, and

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This post's been a long time in coming. There hasn't been much to write about and even less time to write it in. Does that seem a paradox to you? It doesnt to me. First the news, since the last post:1>I've had my farewell. Wonderful event. Thank you juniors :)2>I've been to goa and back. With friends. All girls party. Nice place. I could wear whatever I wanted and no one would bat an eyelid. I

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Hey! We went to our old step well today. Ok, ok its not ours, let me put in the disclaimer before the Archaeological Survey of India(ASI) sends me a notice. But, its fairly nearby for me to consider it so. This happens to be the latest endeavour in my continuing efforts to visit all the places of interest around Ahmedabad before I leave this place forever.So anyway...the place is next to the

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Sigh. College is ending. Looking back a flood of emotions come forth. There were moments of joy, sadness, anxiety, fear, nausea, mirth, expectation, glee, procrastination, togetherness, loneliness, homesickness, collegesickness....Tomorrow is the last day of the last vacation of these four years I will always remember as my coccoon. Why coccoon? Well, beacuse to me, its a near perfect analogy. I

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Have you read anything on ethical dilemmas? Rushworth M Kidder's book makes for a gripping read. You will soon find yourself in the book. It talks of ethical dilemmas of the worst kind : when both the choices you are facing turn out to "right" in some way, and not doing either of them is "wrong" in some way. Sadly, the choices are mutually exclusive. This happens when two of your core values

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I like this college. Living in this veritable jungle has its advantages. We get to see the random crows-chasing-cat scene or grasshopper-in-my-room-help! situation quite often. Simply because, they are not so random in these parts. Even so, excuse me for being interested when i came across a bunch of ants eating a live (yes, LIVE!) butterfly. It was weak, granted, but nevertheless, alive. I

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I was sitting at home, as usual on the computer. It was my mini-vacation away from college. The kind of vacation where you fly home for a couple of days, eat some good food for a bit, walk around the city for a bit and give a couple of B-school GDPIs while you are at it.So anyway, here I am, looking to while away a boring evening when absolutely nothings happening...when suddenly...

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I just love taking the morning flight(6am) from Delhi (home) to Ahmedabad(college). Wonderful, uplifting experience(pun unintended). The airline being as busy as Jet is, has 6 or 7 flights around that time. So I have to get up at 3 am, leave home by 4 am, reach airport at 4.45am, to be able to make it to the check in counters by the time they start announcing "This is the last and final call for

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No, seriously! With the expansion and renovation bids finally underway... you'd think there was hope. I , have serious doubts. One, where are they going to expand? Delhi airport perhaps is doable... but where is the land around the airport in Mumbai... I just flew from Mumbai to Delhi and had a worms eye view of the situation... Mumbai airport is surrounded by buildings..infact the road you exit

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