Monday, November 30, 2009

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Friday, November 27, 2009

Standing High

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Not a photograph!!!.. a small story..

About 1 year back..when I was at Bengaluru, one day while working on a site, I met this little kid with a small smile...he was really very naughty. Soon we got into conversation, but suddenly he asked me for my cell phone, when i asked why? he said that he has to call some one.. i took the number from him and called. I kept on trying to connect ...but in vain, finally i asked him whose number is it?? he replied.. its my mother's number. I couldn’t understand why then it kept saying that the "number does not exist “ all the time. At the end, after finishing my work, I took a snap of my little friend and came out of the building.
But, before getting in to my cab....i looked back to have a glance of the building...there was a board hanging on which it was written ….."Orphan House"........the little friend of mine belonged to that orphan center, he had never seen his mother, he was one of those kids who are given false numbers telling that those are their parents numbers. ..where as, they have never had a father or a mother . Each time i remember the innocence on that kids face..i ask can anyone do this..... such a painful punishment to such innocent kids??????

Sunday, November 22, 2009


Thursday, November 19, 2009

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Sunday, November 15, 2009

It was one of those hot afternoon of Orissa and I was on my way to Phulbani. Our bus halted at an isolated place. I felt relived as because it was so hot and the bus was over packed, I really needed some fresh air.
I came out and looked around, the whole placed looked dry,empty & lifeless. There I saw this old women sitting alone to one side of the road and selling green chilies,dry chilies, garlic,ginger,lemon & mangoes. They looked fresh but no body brought anything from her. It seemed as if her business has not yet started but she was patience. I waited for some time hoping this bus might bring some relief to her wrinkled face but it did not, our bus gave the final horn and passengers climbed up to their respective seats before leaving, I gave a final look to see if there was anything of my use but couldn't find anything and I did not feel like questioning her self respect so I moved ahead leaving her alone with a respect for her and many questions in my mind.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Black & White

The Little Express


Tuesday, November 10, 2009


I started this painting around 12 years back but could never finish dont ask me the reason! Lets put it like this, "It happens".
Its one of my favorite painting out of my small collection.
Meera Bai has a long history but for that you have to check Wikipedia. Mine is a creative blog and I'm not good in fact bad when it comes to writing. Lets see may be when i'll be 60 yrs old then I'll try my hands on writing. I hope to see you guys and not abandon.
To me, Meera Bai is an expression of love & devotion.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Guess how many people are travelling ......

Friday, November 6, 2009

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Monday, November 2, 2009

Good Morning

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