Chronicles of 2015 : Part II

Where the river whispers all night

This was a trip I awaited forever. Thank god by the end of it,myths were broken and I came out a little more cynical in a better way!

And I came out wanting to play with the camera a lot more, thanks to another friend who trusted me with his lenses. Also I hereby rename Istanbul as the cat city. I have way too many favourite cat clicks and I have been told not to flood the internet with them L

Destination Anywhere

I just saw these two women, defying age, speeding towards their respective destination. They just happened to cross and I just was there.

The two worlds collided, not knowing they did. The wrinkles on the skin and almost no skin visible has all the story there is.

Talking chairs

On the Asian side of Istanbul was this antique market. Given the freak hoarder I am, I wanted to take everything. Only issue being I couldn’t. And then I saw these two, the wise old ones, recently had some sprucing up. They sat by the street, looking at the world passing by and taking notes of everyone’s story.

Nightfall

The color of the dusk or dawn is fascinating. And when you have a semi arid town where the houses were made of cave dwellers carved out of the valley walls, and dusk falling…well you just never want to forget that image. The tiny lights from a distance seems like millions of fireflies chanting to restore peace and hope for a better tomorrow.

Love and Butts

This is not a photographic genius. But this story has changed me as a person. This is in the actual museum of innocence, and this is Kemal Bey putting together some 4136 or a number like that cigarette butts that Fusun smoked at different points in their rather iconic decade long, not the usual relationship. Also he writes a short description about each one of them…I mean if this is what unrequited love does to you, I probably never want it requited or not.

Modern Art

Racing against time on a trip kills me, but thrills me too. Though this one I regret. I wanted to be here for half a day if not the full day. Two of the artworks which by their sheer scale and finesse inspired me to find joy in everyday creation. These two are from the Instanbul Museum of Modern Art .

Chronicles of 2015

The view of the world changes every time there is a new journey.

2015 was a such a year, battling demons inside the heart and the mind and celebrating life away from the hearth of home.

Made three major trips away from India.

The final trip midst the Himalayas ended up in the warmth of home back in Calcutta where one reflected on the bearings of life.

Part 1 

Sand, Sea and Aaonang

A rather spontaneous trip to Thailand at the beginning of the year was to revive romance, break pattern and erase the passport debacle.

Two things I came back with – I can be a shopoholic and I still have the charm for sexual escapades.

Here are a few images that I managed to capture that  revived the camaraderie I shared with the  camera.

 

The Sombre old world

I have forgotten how public phones feel like. I have forgotten how to use them. Honestly I had forgotten about their existence until I saw this at the Suvarabhumi airport.

The local just adds to my love for Murakami and Wong Kar Wai…..

Memoirs

I was always very attracted to the sea, maybe because of my zodiac or maybe because the earliest memory of holidays was at the sea.  This photograph was a perfect amalgamation of having a boat in the vicinity (lest I drown) and watching the sun play with bare skin.

Skin

A woman’s body is fascinating. It is one of the few things that immediately calls for sexual tension.  Bare skin of a woman therefore is something I have always been attracted to, smeared with sea salt, this frame was irresistible and closest I have been to invading into one’s privacy.

Writing 

I have always wanted to write a book.

Until yesterday I thought I was a decent writer only to discover I have rusted.

I like how Stephen King thinks, so when I chanced upon this one, I thought it could help me kickstart a dying love.

To reduce the guilt of many unwritten pieces and unread books I gifted it to my better half with the hope his best also wakes up.