Hot summer colors

Flowers..everywhere. That's what I could see this summer when I went home. This may not be the first time I'm seeing all these, but its definitely the first time I'm noticing this. See the change in me !

I don't really care about flowers, but my friend is cray about them. Took a few pics for her. Out of focus ? Crazy angles ? Wait a min before jumping. I took all these in 15 mins tops. My point and shoot was dying on me and ..heck, I omitted 4 flowers because I caught them out of focus. Two mosandas and two no-name ones.

Here's it for you Tropical Indian Summer..

a quick dream

..and I was sleeping on a rock wearing a blue check boxer (my fav) and she was lying there with her head on my bare chest...wearing a boxer and a black spaghetti...

A long crane shot on a wide frame. Now slowly focusing on the couple sleeping. Close up. Giving an eye relief from a trolley. trolley shot from the guys side. moving slowly towards his leg....

Ring..ring. Damn.

A story

Hello.
I want to write a story. Its about someone I know. Someone I really know. I don't want anyone to read this and I'll be so embarrassed if I know some did. I've no clue how to see if anyone has subscribed to my blog. For what I believe, no one reads this blog. And since I'm writing this, this is my version of the story. And I believe I'm right. Atleast I know the truth.And its a story.

The protagonist is 'this guy'. 29 yrs old. Very confused guy. He thinks he's smart. well, smarter than many. Many thinks he is egoistic. Arrogant. But he believes he's polite. He pretends to be caring. Pretends to be smart. Pretends to listen to people.Pretends to love people.A few realize that he plays tricks to everyone.That few happened to be the ones this guy likes. well, kind of likes. Fact is, he don't really like anyone.Well, sometimes he do. But mostly, he don't. He wants to be big.Rich. Famous.Wants to be a politician.Celebrity rich politician.But he knows he can't become one.With what he is capable of.So he pretends that he is trying to find ways to reach there. Thats the funny part. He pretends to himself.

And this guy met a girl. He got really interested in her. But he knows, getting close to her makes him vulnerable. And he kept his cards close to his chest. He kissed her. Hold her hands and felt her love. And then, then he loved her. And denied to himself that he loved her.And at the moment when he had to prove his love, he budged.He tried soul searching. Drank. Tried to run away. Got worried. Became vulnerable. Cried. Found excuses. Many were right from the heart. Real worries. And he lost his confidence in himself. Friends ridiculed him. The same guys once thought this guy is fun at a drink stopped calling him. He's no more fun.He's a loser. After all, he don't deserve anything. Because he don't want anything. Nothing 's important to him. He realized it. He don't care about anything. Even his happiness !

True to this guy's character, he started celebrating being a loser. He still believe he's worth his salt, but want to be a loser. Want to be seen as a loser. He want other' pity. He stopped working. Almost. He pretended to be busy in things he believe unimportant to him. All along he loved the girl. And pretended that he moved on. And probably for the first time in his life, he prayed for something. That she be happy without him. And better be soon. Days after days he woke up thinking about her. The little signs of improvement she showed made him happy. Knowing that she is worrying made him worried. He learned to cry. And he pretended that he's strong. He pretended that he moved on. And he pretended to be busy in things unimportant to him. He pretended to be normal. And pretended to be caring. And he wants to become an important person.He wants to be rich. And he lives. Barely.

Why did I write this story ? Well, I believe writing a blog is cool. So many people have blogs.And they keep it close to their heart. I've nothing else close to my heart. And I have no one to say this guy's story. And funny, I don't want to tell this to anyone. But I want someone to listen. And I don't have anyone to talk. But I don't want them to tell me that they are listening. And I'm this guy.

Straight from the God's own country

A few snaps from the Kumarakam, Kerala - the God's own country.

Lula back to Brazil !

Read on...

Lula is back!

Theyyam, the color of GOD

A few snaps from a north malabar (Kerala, South India) art form, Theyyam. More on this later.

Tilting at Windmills

Washingtonpost runs an article on environmentalists' attempt to kill a windmill project in New-England cost.

From the article : Already, activists and real estate developers have stalled projects across Pennsylvania, West Virginia and New York. In Western Maryland, a proposal to build wind turbines alongside a coal mine, on a heavily logged mountaintop next to a transmission line, has just been nixed by state officials who called it too environmentally damaging. Along the coast of Nantucket, Mass. -- the only sufficiently shallow spot on the New England coast -- a coalition of anti-wind groups and summer homeowners, among them the Kennedy family, also seems set to block Cape Wind, a planned offshore wind farm. Their well-funded lobbying last month won them the attentions of Rep. Don Young (R-Alaska), who, though normally an advocate of a state's right to its own resources, has made an exception for Massachusetts and helped pass an amendment designed to kill the project altogether.

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