Chandigarh: The City of Peace

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

The month is almost coming to and end and I just wanted to share some pictures with you all. I hope 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 pictures 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 miniature figures is that all of them have sad, melancholic faces. It's as if they are mourning for all the turmoils in this wretched world. 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 a lake (I forgot the name, It stars with 'S'), 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 the people go by.



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 a chance to actually sit down and read Tenessee Williams way back since 2009, but between college and chores I never had the time to do so, so far. I finally got hold of his books last week, the whole collection, plus a few criticisms.

I have also been doing some selective readings of the above few books on film and literature these past few weeks, picking out essays of my interest and analyzing them. I actually got some kinda kick just reading them. I was quite surprised and happy to find François Truffaut's character 'Antoine Doinel' (Jean-Pierre Léaud) being discussed in Timothy Corrigan's essay, 'Pens, Pulp and the Crisis of the Word, 1940-1960'. Truffaut's set of five films titled, '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 in 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



Young minds inflamed with passion,
throbbing hearts,
hot August night.
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;
It burned into my soul.


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."