Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Sunrise by the lake

I have a lot to say about the pics I am posting but the words are hard to come. May be tonight is not a good time for poetry and verbosity. See ya soon. Very soon.
Original Pic and Editing by me. Taken at Jalgaon, Maharashtra
When Heavens fall apart, stick to your conscience

Sunday, December 21, 2008

The road you leave behind

Original pic & editing: Chintan at IIM Lucknow, UP.The picture was taken in June 2006. Another of those that remained as prisoners in my cellphone

When Heavens fall apart, stick to your conscience

Saturday, December 20, 2008


Original Picture: Chintan Shinde, taken at Jalgaon Maharashtra

Finally I could extract all the pictures from my cellphone. Before the new year I'll put all the pics online.

When Heavens fall apart, stick to your conscience

Friday, November 7, 2008

Monday, November 3, 2008


Crossroads- aren't they a fair enough simulation of so many situations in life? When the road comes alive, when everyone wants to move and get home quickly, they simply make it even more difficult. Yet at times when there is no home to be found, no destination waiting for you and you wish that you would rather be at any place but home, there is not a tiny trace of resistance.

Original Picture: Anoop Sharma, Taken at Paradise crossroads, Hyderabad
Editing: Chintan

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Wednesday, October 22, 2008


Original Photo :Anoop Sharma taken at SDC Bangalore
Here is something for the readers. Kindly suggest possible titles for the picture. I am short of words.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Moon Rise over Hussain Sagar, Hyderabad


original foto: Anoop Sharma

Editing: Chintan

When Heavens fall apart, stick to your conscience

Saturday, September 27, 2008

The chaos within

This one should go with the introspection theme.
I have tried to paint the woman's mind in the background. A stark contrast to the poise and composure held by the woman. We are such great actors. We so often paint a lucid picture of our lives in front of even our closest friends. To such an extent that there are no friends only acquaintances of varying degrees.

Be transparent. Be Known!

Eclipse by the sea shore

KINDLY VIEW IT IN THE NIGHT WITH THE LIGHTS OFF. Nothing spooky just that the shades wont be visible in the day time. The colors of night are hard to reproduce. I once tried that in a kids painting competition. All I could manage was to turn the entire white paper into patches of different intensities of black. It looked awful. Photoshop makes life so simple :).

Can there be a lunar eclipse around the horizon? I wanted to see a lunar eclipse at the horizon. So I made it happen ;).

Tuesday, September 16, 2008


The blog smells of inactivity. Cant help it. With no internet connection at the place where I have holed up indefinitely and the professional crisis I find myself in, this is the best I can do. Meanwhile I have made some rapid stides in my culinary pursuits. Made my first rotis today. They were awfully out of shape but since i was the only consumer, there was nothing to be embarassed. Well this is no match to what some people I know are doing. Anand has Uploaded a video while sky diving from about 14000 ft. I could nt see it though. No video vertigo, just that the cycafe I surf from can not provide such luxuries as video streaming.

Ohh I almost forgot... Some of my terrorist friends had a bloodfest in the capital. This is my only message to them .!.. ..!.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Some random post

A lot has happened since I last blogged. India won an Olympic gold. Bindra became "Goldfinger", "Goldmember", "Man with the golden arm" or something like that depending upon which newspaper you read. By the same logic Phelps should have been christened Uncle Scrooge or even "Goldfish". Now my friends would have one more GD point to boast in favor of the enormous development this country has achieved.
Look we have now also won the gold medal. We are indeed the next superpower. No its not only the gold medal we have also won the T20 world cup. Can't you see the number of malls that have opened?

Meanwhile Ahmedabad got bombed.
Surat went phoos.
Georgia played host
To the mighty Rus.
Kashmir burns
While we say good bye to Mush.
Peshawar got bombed today
Yet Goody is the Breaking News!

For those who are clueless about my whereabouts, I am in Hyderabad.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Himalayan Horizons

The edges of the mountains were not distinctly visible because of the clouds.Tried to do something. Did not come out right. Will work on this again.

Taken at Leh, J&K, India.
Correction: Ashish pointed out that the photograph was taken at

When Heavens fall apart, stick to your conscience

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Stranger in the dark

In the pic: Sharan Saxena
I had this pic with me since long. The pic was taken in the dark without flash so didnt come out right. So I tried to salvage something out of it.

When Heavens fall apart, stick to your conscience

Sunday, June 15, 2008

The Wonder Years- A tribute

I just finished watching the Wonder Years last week. Growing up has been a great journey. The Wonder years paid tribute to one of the most important aspects of the miracle called life. This is my tribute to the series that helped me rediscover my lost childhood. With every passing second we lose a part of the child in us. The Wonder Years made me realise, how important it was to retard this process. I'll leave the reader with the parting lines of Kevin Arnold.
Things never turn out exactly the way you planned. I know they didn't with me. Still, like my father used to say, 'Traffic's traffic, you go where life takes you' and growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers, the next you're gone, but the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a time a place, a particular fourth of July, the things that happened in that decade of war and change. I remember a house like a lot of houses, a yard like a lot of yards, on a street like a lot of other streets. I remember how hard it was growing up among people and places I loved. Most of all, I remember how hard it was to leave. And the thing is, after all these years I still look back in wonder.

Monday, May 19, 2008

The free human Spirit

I had asked myself what freedom really is. I was seeking answers. I now realise that I am really close to the answer. It is the ability to truly admire own spirit. No matter what people see you as, it is you who really know who you are. You know where you have disappointed yourself and where you have triumphed. When you with your full senses and your own scales of right and wrong realise that you can respect yourself for what you have been, You are free.
This respect comes from knowledge that you have been roughed up in every means possible and your conscience and beliefs are intact. It comes from the desire to continue your drive towards excellence without bothering about how foolish you or your acts may seem to the outside world. It comes from the belief that the future may not hold any demons that your free spirit may not match up to.

Random unedited thoughts. Yes the freedom theme continues. Sorry for the aberrant rants of frustration in between. The blog is meant only for poetry, philosophy and colours.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

The good bye

I may return to IIM Lucknow for one last time sometime in June. I have had great realtionships in Hell. The trees, the rain, the roads, the setting sun, the basketball court (where I never visited in the public eye) and, yes, the Lamp posts! All of my faithful buddies. Not that I dint have any real realtionships, but real relationships seldom result in poetry!
My good bye to these companions has turned to be a rather abrupt one. However, I wish to associate some romanticism with landmarks and paraphernalia from HELL, when I return to it for bidding a final adieu.
Thanks for everything.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

So marooned yet so free.

The photograph resembles most situations in life. We are all stranded like these birds; surrounded by deep waters from all sides. We all go through times when there is no hope in sight, no ray of light, no fucking semblance of getting it right. And yet somehow we wobble and hobble, dabble and paddle till the time the realisation dawns we have wings in the form of hope and faith, brain and heart. The joy is not from the flight but from the discovery of our mental limbs and the path towards finding them.
The Original photograph was taken from one of Vikas's albums from his trip to the Niagara Falls.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

The conversation

Is freedom a consequence of an act or a state of the mind which is expressed by that act? Is lack of freedom forced upon us or do we happily surround ourselves with stone walls and abdicate this right? These are few of the questions which I asked myself sitting in front of the sun (who has been a patient listener over the last year). That sunset marked the end of two grueling years in hell and a start of a new life that would be on my own terms regardless of what happens from now. If everything goes my way I'll be in my official second year at IIML else I'll be permanently kicked out, based on what I have written in the exams. Either way I am free. And I would not be free because of the events that unfold but because I have now learned that events are only incidental. The real struggle for freedom lies within.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Distant Couples

Picture and editing: Chintan

The pics are from the campus of IIM Lucknow.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

The Hues of the setting sun

Its going to be more Lamposts and perhaps only lamposts for this month.
Original Photograph: Anand
Editing: Chintan Vinod Shinde

Saturday, February 9, 2008

And the romance continues

A lamp post yet again.
As told in the post titled solitude, Me and Anand share this fascination for lamps. Just when I thought may be I have had enough of editing photographs, Andy comes up with this surreal photograph. I couldn't get my eyes of this pic.
I could have left this alone, but I noticed a nostalgic hue in the picture. Wanted to exaggerate it. Man never has enough does he? The top pic is unedited. To concede awesome picture.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

A new spring.

Old wounds hurting yet again,
Old memories are surfacing
Is it a déjà vu?
Or is it all that
The new spring is offering.

Rescue me from
This Alcatraz of past,
The shackles of “would-have-beens”
And “could-have hads.”
Last Spring I may not have had a ball,
Yet the hurt would have been much less,
If only the leaves could,
Cling on beyond Fall.

Chintan Vinod Shinde

Monday, January 21, 2008

How education saved me

Back in the days,
Of crayons and leisure
Whenever it rained
I got drenched with pleasure.
Pebbles and shells
Were still things to treasure.
How stupid I wonder,
I must have been back then
I was my hero,
Not great wise men.

The older I grew,
The wiser I got,
With every passing day
I sharpened my craft.
Got rid of my “vices”-
Had a reputation to guard!
I must thank education
For it made me smart.
Else I would have died
A dreamer, a painter or a bard.

Chintan Vinod Shinde