Last Diwali, I got the perfect opportunity to practice some bokeh. But as it happens with me, I forgot to post the pictures. I found them again while going through the archives yesterday and so here they are.
Category Archives: Lights
Of Devilish Tendencies
Blogger and dear friend Sushmita Sarkar of My Unfinished Life at the Samsung Party Bloggers event at Underdoggs Sports Bar and Grill.
Into The Light
Seen at Feroz Shah Kotla in Delhi.
Young Love
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering.
– Henry Ward Beecher
Boredom. And firecrackers.
In my part of the world, life is currently non-existent. When I say my part of the world, I mean that fraction of a space where I live – under a rock. Here, the reigning king, His Highness Exam III, has put a ban on all things good and this includes the will to exist.
I hope you can forgive me for not visiting your blogs. It is hard to resist, but once I start perusing the blogosphere, I hardly ever go back to what I should be doing (drowning in 7.65 tons of literature). But I’ll get right to it as soon as I’m done with my exams. So while I battle my existential crisis, here’s a little treat for you guys.
Firecrackers are just the tip of the iceberg
No, really. I have over a thousand photographs from Diwali. I cannot figure out a way of posting them here, or anywhere else for that matter, without killing the internet.
Help?
The day I figure out an easy way to sort of automatically add non-ugly-looking watermarks, every post will have at the very least five pictures. Promise.
Meanwhile, here’s one.
Happy Diwali
I am painfully aware of the delay in posting this but better late than never, right? Here’s wishing everyone a very Happy Diwali. I spent my Diwali making rangolis, decorating the house with diyas, and photographing firecrackers while gorging on food no human who doesn’t wish to die of sheer calorie intake should ever touch. What did you do?
You know there’s more coming, right? There’s more coming.
Karva Chauth
Yesterday, married Hindu women from North India observed a strict fast (no food or water until the sighting of the moon) praying for the longevity of their husbands’ lives. I took to the roof to get some shots of the moon, but after playing hide-and-seek for a good half hour the moon chose to continue hiding under cloud cover. Thankfully, the women saw a dull blurred moon and that was enough to conclude their fast.
Personally, I don’t believe in it. I enjoy the rituals for their social significance but fasting never made sense to me. I believe in food, in eating it.
Nevertheless, a Happy Karva Chauth to everyone. 🙂
Paper Kites were not the only pretty thing in the sky yesterday
Catch a Falling Star
For love may come and tap you on the shoulder some starless night
Just in case you feel you want to hold her
You’ll have a pocketful of starlight
– ‘Catch a Falling Star’ by Paul Vance and Lee Pockriss
Faces Places Paces 