Chandigarh: The City of Peace

I took a little trip to Chandigarh a few weeks ago. It was an exciting spontaneous weekend for me. I dropped everything, grabbed my camera and a novel and headed for the nearest bus station.

The month is almost coming to and end and I just want to share some pictures for you. Enjoy them.

It was refreshing to see these ducks come out of the water and mingle with the tourists. 

(That's me, smiling like a mad curious child.)

The following photographs were taken at Rock Garden, Chandigarh.

This was my favorite part of the whole maze of stone. For a moment I felt like I was in Cambodia.

One thing I noticed about this little figures is that all of them had sad, melancholic faces. It was as if they were mourning for the living. To be honest I felt a little uncomfortable standing alone in the middle with hundreds of them watching me silently.

Figure (male)

Another figure (female)

These last few pictures were taken at Sukhna lake, a few miles away from Rock Garden. It started raining the moment I reached there and I was surprised to find out that the lake had almost dried up. Anyways the weather was nice and breezy and I sat there for a good hour or so just watching people go by.

Queen

What do I care if you are good?

Be beautiful! and be sad!

— Charles Baudelaire, Flowers of Evil

Film, Literature and Tenessee Williams

I'm gonna drown myself in Tenessee Williams these coming weeks. I have been looking for an opportunity to actually sit down and read Tenessee Williams since 2009, but between college and chores I never chance to do thus. I finally got hold of his books last week, a bulk of his oeuvre along with a few critical study.

I have also been reading a few books on film and literature these past few weeks, picking out essays of my interest. I was quite surprised and happy to find François Truffaut's character Antoine Doinel (Jean-Pierre Léaud) discussed in Timothy Corrigan's essay 'Pens, Pulp and the Crisis of the Word, 1940-1960'. Truffaut's collection five films 'The Adventures of Antoine Doinel' consists some of the finest films not only in French cinema but in the whole history of cinema. The closing film of the series, 1979's L'amour en fuite (Love on the Run) is a personal  favorite of mine. Jean-Pierre Léaud delivers an unforgettable performance and I can never forget Dorothée's smile either.

Harvest Moon

Come a little bit closer
Hear what I have to say
Just like children sleepin'
We could dream this night away.

But there's a full moon risin'
Let's go dancin' in the light
We know where the music's playin'
Let's go out and feel the night.

Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

When we were strangers
I watched you from afar
When we were lovers
I loved you with all my heart.

But now it's gettin' late
And the moon is climbin' high
I want to celebrate
See it shinin' in your eye.

Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

— Neil Young, 1992

Tempest

Young minds
throbbing hearts
August nights
Heavy sighs
eternity on our lips

fatallyborn, this is my reply...

... to the picture of your heart. 

Something Warm

"My love is growing, and
 it's a tender vine"  ̶  Kathy

I remember you only too well.
That wisp of brown hair on your 
cheek as you turned away
burned into my soul.

Some Kind of Morning

Make Love

"The nobleness of life is to do thus."
                               
                                           — William Shakespeare, Antony and Celpatra

Dark Thoughts

Ah! The Faustus in me wants to conjure the Devil.