I've been away from the viewfinder for quite a bit of time. But a few days ago I was talking to someone about why I stayed back in Kolkata instead of returning back to Delhi to my old job. Believe it or not, the real cause was snapshots of Kolkata in a Bengali movie named 'Madly Bangali'. I remember myself shouting loudly at the exit staircase of Nandan movie hall right after seeing the movie: "I'm not going back to Delhi".
As promised in the intro of this 'Kamara syndrome', I'm introducing another of my friends, Sanghamitra. She called me up last Saturday after midnight and literally ordered me to plan a small outing the next day. Well, we made no plans and that's what made the trip good. This image is the first one I took that day. A I bet, anyone can say which city is this although the characteristics of the city are out of focus. With the Yellows, Blues and Yellow-Maroon combinations, it is a real easy guess. Indeed, Monsoon was the mileage behind this photograph.
As promised in the intro of this 'Kamara syndrome', I'm introducing another of my friends, Sanghamitra. She called me up last Saturday after midnight and literally ordered me to plan a small outing the next day. Well, we made no plans and that's what made the trip good. This image is the first one I took that day. A I bet, anyone can say which city is this although the characteristics of the city are out of focus. With the Yellows, Blues and Yellow-Maroon combinations, it is a real easy guess. Indeed, Monsoon was the mileage behind this photograph.
I wonder if I can put it in this way: solids seem to have their bases in abstractness. For one, I suppose, beauty lies in feeling it. So, I try feel it.
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And in praise of Abstractness, I say in my heart "Thou art"!!!
Brishty ( Not rain ) Brings out all kinds of emotion in bengali heart. Many people can give various reasons for this special appeal .Perhaps Bengalis are close to the conjugal love of the earth and the sky. Bengalis become speechless and the start to dab their mind's canvas with all kinds of colours seeing the rain , hearing it , smelling it and perhaps tasting it the beloved's tears.
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