Before Sunset

Into the sunset

It's getting near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes.
I'll soon be with you my love,
To give you my dawn surprise.
I'll be with you darling soon,
I'll be with you when the stars start falling.

I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.

I'm with you my love,
The light's shining through on you.
Yes, I'm with you my love,
It's the morning and just we two.
I'll stay with you darling now,
I'll stay with you till my seas are dried up.

I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love.

"Sunshine Of Your Love" by Cream

Love vs. Duty

I always had an amateurish interest in photography, but until I bought the camera I own currently, I was still an 'Auto' kind of person. Only recently have I started to pay attention to the finer details, like the depth of field (hence the blog name) or the interplay between aperture and shutter speed. Along with this, and endless trawling of flickr, I have also started to acquire an eye for composition. Anyway, the point is this - I think I am a half decent photographer. And I am becoming quite the Japanese tourist with my long lens camera hanging around my neck constantly, to the annoyance of certain people who believe the camera just makes me interested in taking 'good' photos but I fail to see reality. I disagree. Hanging a camera around my neck does not make me lose touch with reality. I observe everything as it is, then through the lens. If anything, I see more of everything and then preserve it for posterity. But thats not what I'm talking about here.

After coming here, I have also discovered that I quite enjoy driving. With what little opportunities Puneet (may his God bless his soul - and that of his sister-in-law) gave me, I found it quite enjoyable with none of the tense moments that a undertaking motorcyclist tends to create. I wonder why my love of 2 wheels didn't translate too strongly into 4 wheels before.

What do these things have to do with each other? Or am I being terribly immodest?

The reason for this post is that these two things just cannot be done together, unless of course you veer over all 3 lanes and no cop will ever buy the 'I was using the racing line' excuse. I was recently piloting a small Japanese City runabout and I was the only one who could drive. Normally on such a trip, I would be sitting in the passenger seat, clicking away at every sign board, every passing car. On the trip to Boreal, I ran out of batteries before we even got halfway there. But not this day, not one photograph. All I could do as the miles swooshed by was rue all the lost photos. At one point, as the sunset approached, it rained briefly and cleaned up the air and the sun dipped behind a rain heavy cloud. Golden lining, 'rays' bursting from the sides, the works. And I was sitting there, with the gearbox on auto, the throttle on cruise, essentially doing nothing as this great scene unfolded in front of me. I even contemplated taking an exit to stop and take some snaps, unfold my tripod and try some HDRs. But we were running late as it is and I was already at the point where caffeine has taken over. So I let it go.

And that is why this post in this photoblog is without a photo.



I want!

There are some things which one really really wants, but which remain unattainable due to a higher power with obviously superior wisdom and enforceable authority.

But its not always that you can be a 5 year old and throw a tantrum over it.

Being a grown up is frustrating, 5 was so much simpler.


Happy Anniversary


Of flowers and people

A llittle color in a dull place

Oft quoted is the nature of a rose, with its thorny stem leading to a beautiful, fragrant bloom. Yet, that big negative does not in anyway detract the rose's position.

Aren't people the same way. Especially the ones we hold close. We know they have faults. We know there will sometimes be pain. Clashes and conflicts. Does that mean we discard them? No. What stays with us is not the prick of the thorn but the texture of the petal.

If anything, it makes it more worthwhile.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
Roses are relationships. They don't claim to be perfect. But they do light up your life.




Dear IEEE,

I do not need wireless USB.
Please fund someone to come up with tangle-free USB.



Fate in my hands

A change of fate ...

Do the lines etched on my hand really dictate my fate? Does one accept misfortunes since they were a given and not celebrate achievement since that was forseen?

Why should a line on my palm dictate how rich I will be, how intelligent I am and how long will I live. Indeed, if I carve a path for myself away from the norm, will my palm reflect the change. Isn't it easier to change the lines and wait for life to follow ...

Why do I ascribe personal misfortune to 'fate' when it clearly was in my hands to control? Its time to take charge. Its time for change.


New Chapter

New Chapter

Every philosopher has at one time compared life to a book with its division into many chapters, its characters fading in and out, the twists and turns that a story inevitably takes.

But when reading a book, how do you know that a chapter is about to end? Do you have a way of knowing if the event that occurred on this page justified ending a chapter. Or in the bigger scheme of things was it just a small blip, soon forgotten?

You never know the ramifications of what just happened until you are forced to face it someday. All you can do later is look back and wonder if things today would have been any different. Reality is here to stay.

We'll never know if a chapter has ended until we turn the page.



Long long way to go

I've got a long long way to go
Before I can say goodbye to you

~ Def Leppard

As the sun sets on another day ... some things will never be the same again. There are times when tomorrow can't come fast enough and there are times when you wish the day wouldn't end. Today was one such day. Tomorrow will bring new realities to cope with, new battles to be fought. While these are things worth looking forward to, sometimes its just not worth it. I wish I could lay trapped in comfortable times.