I only have one for this year.
To wake early, to work hard. So that finally when the weekend comes, I rest, and see that the world revolves around so much besides work.
Happy new year!
Here's five cents worth of simple plainwords. The little things that didnt make it to speech, the little fleeting moments of sensitiveness to my subconscious self, the little struggles in between the lines and all the bits and pieces I want to remember.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
On the road
For the lack of battery in my camera.
Honking non stop during peak hour.
Boy walking calf on leash.
Man riding horse on the road alongside heavy vehicles, Japanese cars, Korean cars, local Tata cars, single-seater electric cars.
Boy holding garden hoe along the roadside.
Clothes left to dry on rusty fence by the main road.
Three-wheeler rickshaws jamming up the traffic in all directions.
Gasoline tank delievery on bicyles.
Lady dressed in bright orange sari, sweeping the road bare-footed.
Advertisment for Chronicles of Narnia, The Dawn Treader.
Advertisement for Pond’s gold radiance.
Houses built of canvas, bricks and wooden planks.
Undressed little boy squatting by the roadside.
Three wheelers plastered with sign that says “Stop TB, do not spit.”
In contradiction, the driver of the three-wheeler spits nonchalantly on the road.
Kingfisher academy.
Vroom vroom of the three wheelers.
Roads with undefined lanes. No, not undefined. Just faded, forgotten and disregarded with time.
Honking war ensues.
Sparse traffic lights.
Hawkers peddling good, and whole bunches of cauliflowers by the road.
Man walking with a basket of bananas comfortably balanced on his head.
Red buses plastered with adverts and crammed full of people.
Sign that says, “Every vice has its excuse ready.”
Sign that says, “Married by day, single by night. Whatever it is, be pure.”
Bulky luggage bags balanced atop the small moving car.
KFC.
MacDonalds.
May big fat crows and eagles.
The Holy Family Church, with aged walls and a statue of Jesus on the cross.
INRI was written on the cross.
More posters of glamourous woman and spa advertisements.
Vodaphone.
Limping dog crossing the road.
Kids peeping out of narrow lanes.
Adverts for the Gold flake snack.
Poster saying, "Son of shiva. God is great."
An incomprehensible homogenous co-existenence of the ostenstatious elite and the unhidden marginalized.
Honking non stop during peak hour.
Boy walking calf on leash.
Man riding horse on the road alongside heavy vehicles, Japanese cars, Korean cars, local Tata cars, single-seater electric cars.
Boy holding garden hoe along the roadside.
Clothes left to dry on rusty fence by the main road.
Three-wheeler rickshaws jamming up the traffic in all directions.
Gasoline tank delievery on bicyles.
Lady dressed in bright orange sari, sweeping the road bare-footed.
Advertisment for Chronicles of Narnia, The Dawn Treader.
Advertisement for Pond’s gold radiance.
Houses built of canvas, bricks and wooden planks.
Undressed little boy squatting by the roadside.
Three wheelers plastered with sign that says “Stop TB, do not spit.”
In contradiction, the driver of the three-wheeler spits nonchalantly on the road.
Kingfisher academy.
Vroom vroom of the three wheelers.
Roads with undefined lanes. No, not undefined. Just faded, forgotten and disregarded with time.
Honking war ensues.
Sparse traffic lights.
Hawkers peddling good, and whole bunches of cauliflowers by the road.
Man walking with a basket of bananas comfortably balanced on his head.
Red buses plastered with adverts and crammed full of people.
Sign that says, “Every vice has its excuse ready.”
Sign that says, “Married by day, single by night. Whatever it is, be pure.”
Bulky luggage bags balanced atop the small moving car.
KFC.
MacDonalds.
May big fat crows and eagles.
The Holy Family Church, with aged walls and a statue of Jesus on the cross.
INRI was written on the cross.
More posters of glamourous woman and spa advertisements.
Vodaphone.
Limping dog crossing the road.
Kids peeping out of narrow lanes.
Adverts for the Gold flake snack.
Poster saying, "Son of shiva. God is great."
An incomprehensible homogenous co-existenence of the ostenstatious elite and the unhidden marginalized.
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