tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21536754969069611022024-03-19T14:24:58.914+05:30From the Other Side of a LensApala Senguptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02921913218052229397noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153675496906961102.post-38981766828107618892012-06-05T01:32:00.000+05:302012-11-25T21:51:08.755+05:30Reflections<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Apala Senguptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02921913218052229397noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153675496906961102.post-35331461232065616222012-06-05T00:58:00.001+05:302012-11-25T21:52:45.355+05:30Hope On a Stick<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dreams in his eyes,<br />
And a smile so chronic,<br />
He goes out each day,<br />
With some Hope on his stick.</div>
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Apala Senguptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02921913218052229397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153675496906961102.post-42461908193296504402012-02-21T11:56:00.000+05:302012-02-21T11:56:30.069+05:30Nelumbo nucifera<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/s720x720/421648_10150684810535049_621400048_11475910_817641271_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="508" src="http://sphotos.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/s720x720/421648_10150684810535049_621400048_11475910_817641271_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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Like a faint shimmering light in the uncertainty of darkness,</div>
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Was his love for her.</div>
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It vanished each time the lights were switched on...</div>
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This is a feeble attempt in creating a bokeh. I used the small chain bulbs we used to decorate our balcony this Diwali. </div>
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Not sure what a '<i>bokeh</i>' is? <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bokeh" target="_blank">Read Here</a></div>
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Apala Senguptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02921913218052229397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153675496906961102.post-27075457485010080842011-12-20T11:40:00.000+05:302011-12-20T11:40:16.712+05:30Can you Kill?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/200065_10150178099305049_621400048_8668309_7497293_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/200065_10150178099305049_621400048_8668309_7497293_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your kohl-lined eyes were an instant thrill,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ah! I wondered...'If only looks could kill'.</div><div style="text-align: center;">One glance from you and my heart would fill</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ah! I wondered...'If only looks could kill'.</div></div>Apala Senguptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02921913218052229397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153675496906961102.post-6646495118662239062011-12-20T10:42:00.000+05:302011-12-20T10:42:38.970+05:30The Name-Game<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/196364_10150180573960049_621400048_8695725_5567223_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/196364_10150180573960049_621400048_8695725_5567223_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Hidden in this vastness</div><div style="text-align: center;">Concealed in this frame,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lie the coloured grains of life</div><div style="text-align: center;">That silently spell your name.</div></div>Apala Senguptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02921913218052229397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2153675496906961102.post-14249290847329867602011-12-20T10:13:00.000+05:302011-12-20T10:13:41.336+05:30Friends and the Sea<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/316742_10150371572085049_621400048_10188508_267787_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/316742_10150371572085049_621400048_10188508_267787_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">All the bygone, hushèd years<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Streaming back where the mist distils</div><div style="text-align: center;">Into forgetfulness: soft-sailing waters where fears</div><div style="text-align: center;">No longer shake, where the silk sail fills</div><div style="text-align: center;">With an unfelt breeze that ebbs over the seas, where the storm</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of living has passed, on and on......</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">- <i>from Dreams Old and Nascent, D.H Lawrence</i></div><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ujj and S at the Pondicherry Rock Beach, 5 A.M</span></b><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">It was on a quiet lazy afternoon that S and I decided to visit the small church in Majitar. It was some ten minutes walk from my college, down the national highway. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">We were sitting on the porch of the church, flipping through S's point and shoot camera, when these three little local girls came up to us. They were on the way back from school, the road in front of the church being a short-cut route to their small,single-roomed,thatched roof homes. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">The small silver camera had caught their attention and made them stop. <i>'Didi, photo' </i> was all that one of the three could manage to say initially in a shy and low voice. The sound of the first click was enough to drive away their shyness! Click... click... click...!!! It continued for almost half an hour, with they posing and us clicking!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Among my many clicks, I particularly like this one because of the expressions :)</div></div>Apala Senguptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02921913218052229397noreply@blogger.com1