Monday, August 12, 2013

Star Spangled Journey (Part III)

Framing Memories

Here are some of my favourite clicks from my vacation. Of course I'm not a professional and just enjoy experimenting with my new toy - my Canon DSLR.  I love taking photos of nature (especially sunsets) and architecture so most of the photos in my collection consist of those. (Picking 10 from around 1500 was quite difficult but I tried my best!)

This is a window at the Washington National Cathedral....I don't know why but I liked this the most from all my photos at the Church. Somehow I could 'feel' the flames of the fire depicted in the stained glass. 

 A panel from the majestic Library of Congress Thomas Jefferson Building- only a glimpse of a the magnificence that is the grand architectural wonder!

 Another one of the interiors of the Library. I tried to capture the pillars that line the halls, as well as the colourful walls and ceilings.
 This one was taken atop Mount Bonnell in Austin, Texas. I just really like the composition and feel the bark of the tree adds to the impact of the photo as a whole. 

 This one was taken in Denver, outside The Airplane Restaurant. I love clicking pictures with different exposures and this was the result of a lower exposure in broad daylight. I like how the flag looks like it's almost in the skies.  :)
 One my my favourite places- Echo Lake, Colorado.  I like the dying plant that contrasts the clear blue lake that seems very 'alive'.
 
 A reflection of a rock formation in the Colorado River in Moab, Utah. Water always lends itself to very picturesque moments :)
 A capture of the rocks against the dark blue sky after a sunset in Moab, Utah

 Yes, even little squirrels enjoy the amazing views of the Grand Canyon! :)

Sunset at the Grand Canyon! Orange clouds, shadows on the trees, darkening sky...what else could a photographer ask for? Nature truly is an amazing thing.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Star Spangled Journey (Part II)

Five Weeks: Five Amazing Experiences

UPenn Commencement, 2013 at Franklinfield, Phil.
 UPenn Graduation Ceremony, Philadelphia: My childhood friend, Karina spent the past four years studying Economics at the University of Pennsylvania. I was lucky enough to be in the US the week of her graduation. For me, graduation just meant wearing a hat and robe to pose for photos and then getting a degree certificate a few months later (because my own college is awesome, most Universities in Mumbai sadly have no such practice). And then I got to be a spectator at an amazing ceremony in a huge football field. I was freezing due to the cold winds blowing through the air which I am not at all used to (although I was wearing 3 layers and even flicked my Aunt's pashmina shawl) but that didn't stop me from enjoying the impressive ceremony. American Vice President Joe Biden gave the Commencement Address, after which all the different degrees conferred on the students from various schools were announced. I don't know if I will ever have the chance of seeing a graduation ceremony on such a grand scale again but I am so glad I got to experience one of a person who's very close to my heart. 

Washington Monument at sunset
Monuments by Moonlight Tour, Washington D.C: It's safe to say that  everything looks beautiful in moonlight. It was entirely by chance that I noticed a flyer for a moonlight tour of D.C. in the breakfast parlour of our hotel. My aunt then called and reserved two tickets and I spent that whole day looking forward to the Old Town Trolley Tour. Our guide was fun and knowledgeable and took us through all the great monuments that Washington is famous for. I had seen most of them by day of course, but being lit up and shining in the moonlight gives marble buildings a new aura altogether. Whether it was the FDR Memorial or the Korean War Memorial, the U.S Capitol  or the Washington Monument, each one looked more amazing during the nighttime. The Lincoln Memorial too, was lit up in orange lights that made it look sort of regal. It was also during this tour that we were told about the Library of Congress, else I probably wouldn't have had a chance to see the interiors of the palatial building! Although we got home almost at midnight, it was an unforgettable tour As the flyer rightly says, "You haven't seen Washington until you've seen it at night!"

Sunset at Grand Canyon
(Click on the pic for larger view)
Sunset at Grand Canyon, Arizona: What makes a view of the Grand Canyon even grander? Watching it at sunset. I was there for 2 nights and both days the Canyon looked more spectacular during sunset. Whether it was the rocks changing colour as the sun went down or the sky becoming pink, dark blue and orange as time passed, every image was a sight to behold. Sunset being my favourite time of the day for photography, I took as many photos as I could from various sites and angles.
View from Hopi Point(Click on the pic for larger view)

The first evening I sat on the rocks eating my dinner, savouring a delicious chocolate pudding, as the sun went down. 
Next time I visit the Canyon I'm going to try and be there to see the sunrise (with true dedication, waking up at 5am should hopefully be possible) but until then I have some great pictures of one of the 7 Natural Wonders of the World.




The 'O' Theater, Las Vegas
Cirque Du Soleil's 'O' at Bellagio, Las Vegas: Photography is prohibited during the show, and rightly so, because no still photos can do justice to what the stars of 'O' perform for their audiences. I have never sat in absolute silence for 90 minutes, with my jaw dropping every few moments in awe of what I am viewing. But Cirque Du Soleil's show did that for me. From the beginning of the show till the curtains dropped at the end, I witnessed an amazing show of dance, music, comedy, acrobatics, swimming and storytelling. It was art in motion and every moment of it was beautiful. The artists were brilliant to say the least, and truly deserved much more than the standing ovation they received at the end. I loved every second of the one and a half hour show and would love to witness another such performance again. Oh, and did I mention I thoroughly enjoyed it?  

Peter Pan Ballet. Picture Courtesy:Google.com
Peter Pan Ballet, Wortham Theater Center, Houston: My last week in Houston was spent mainly shopping for the million things my mother ordered, and the only highlight was an evening at The Houston Ballet. The atrium of the building was really magnificent, the kind I've only seen in movies. The ballet was over two hours long but not for one moment did my interest waver from the performance. I have loved watching ballets ever since I saw a VHS of The Nutcracker when I was 8, but never have I seen a live performance. So the experience was a first, and all the more enjoyable. The Peter Pan Ballet was the perfect ending to my list of amazing experiences of this trip! (Not counting the half a tub of Ben N Jerry's Chocolate Icecream that I devoured after getting home that night! :D)

P.S. Coming soon-Part 3: A few of my favourite photos from my collection!

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Star Spangled Journey! (Part I)

What do you call a 5 week holiday sans your parents, that is the perfect mix of nature and history, includes beautiful photo ops and exciting journeys? Awesome? Yes, that's right, my recent trip to USA was all this and more.

From the battlefield at Gettysburg to the depths of the Grand Canyon, from Thomas Jefferson's Library to Native American Petroglyphs, I got to see a variety of different monuments, museums and natural wonders.
Armed with my camera and a zeal to do as much as I could in the time I had, I tried to make the most of the limited time I had in each place.

Of course it's difficult to sum up five amazing weeks in a few words, but a few of those moments and places were truly very memorable, and have stayed with me till today.


The 6  Places I Loved The Most
 (It's no coincidence that most of these are in Washington DC - It's my new favourite place to live in!)



Lincoln Memorial, National Mall, Washington DC: I have been an admirer of Abraham Lincoln ever since I developed an interest in History, and read stories on the American Civil War. Of course, this wasn't my first visit to the Memorial, but the last time I was there I was a bratty 14-year-old who only cared about shopping, eating and "chilling". It was just two months ago that I truly took in the essence of what the larger than life monument stands for. Lincoln was a brilliant man, and the speeches inscribed on the walls of the memorial are proof enough that he was a great orator as well. Just standing in the Memorial and literally "looking up" to the man makes you feel liberated, excited and awed all at once.



Washington National Cathedral, Washington D.C: Who doesn't love exploring the architecture of a Church? The Washington Cathedral is a wonderful  place to visit, and I was lucky to be there while a sermon was in session. The powerful voices carrying through the huge hallways, the beautifully carved stained glass windows and the gorgeous altar all contribute to the magnificence of the Cathedral. Each window had a different stained glass pattern, my favourite being the Space Window, showing 'man's landing on the moon'. To escape from all the noise and crowds and to enjoy a few moments of peace, Washington National Cathedral is a perfect destination.  


LOVE Park, JFK Boulevard, Philadelphia: It's no surprise when I tell people I LOVED Love Park, because most of my friends already know I'm a sucker for love and everything associated with it! Just a simple 'LOVE' sign in red, blue and green with a fountain behind it, this little garden is a great spot to spend a few moments with loved ones or simply take pictures against the giant Love sign. (I had to wait in a fairly long line on a weekday evening to get a photo with the sign, so you can imagine how popular the place is!)  It may have been the beautiful fountain, the pretty picture it made or simply the fact that there was a huge LOVE sign staring into my face, but this Park is now one of my favourite places in USA. 
(I noticed it in 5 seconds while walking through the Park, and my aunt who's been visiting Philly frequently for the past 7 years had no idea of its existence! Talk about being crazy for love!)


Echo Lake, Denver: If you looked at the photo above and went 'WOW', you can imagine my reaction on seeing it in person. I was on a bus to the 14000ft high Mt. Evans, but we had to turn back due to a rockslide closing the way to the peak. As soon as I exited the bus at the rest stop and saw Echo Lake, my disappointment at not being able to visit the mountain vanished. Just a view of the lake gives you a feeling of serenity and all you want to do is sit on the rocks and watch the beautiful sight in front of you. Being a lover of nature, I went mad with my camera and took full advantage of the great photo op this amazing lake gave me. Hopefully someday I will get to the peak of Mt. Evans, and will definitely stop at Echo Lake once again!



Library of Congress Thomas Jefferson Building, Washington D.C: 85,000 books, marble floors, painted ceilings, stained glass windows, stone statues, carved stairways and a great hall. No, I didn't describe the interiors of Buckingham Palace, but of a library in Washington. The Thomas Jefferson Building of Washington's Library of Congress has to be one of the most magnificent buildings I have ever seen. (And I've seen the Taj Mahal too!) It is gorgeous on both the outside and the inside, and one just doesn't want to leave! Again, I went crazy with my camera and took over 80 photos within this one building. A small section has the actual Library of Thomas Jefferson himself! I loved the quotes and sayings carved above every wall and window, as well as the beautiful mosaics on the floors and ceilings. Half the time I was walking with my eyes to the ceiling (and I banged into a couple of people as well!). One has to visit the Library personally to experience the architectural marvel that it is. As we were told by a guide, Boris Yeltsin saw the Library and said "I can't imagine you did all this without a Tsar!" The Thomas Jefferson Building can truly be compared to a royal abode. 


Grand Canyon, Arizona: Whoever named the Grand Canyon really deserves an applause, for identifying the Canyon to be what it is. The first sight of it from the Desert Watchtower at the North Rim and I was floored. Nature's marvels are amazing sights to behold. No matter where I viewed the Canyon from, no matter what time of day it was, the sight was perfect. I even took an airplane ride over the Grand Canyon, that provided me with a view from 4000ft above the natural wonder. The rocks are in various different colours and one can even see the Colorado River, greenish blue in colour, passing through the valleys. (The true Indian that I am, I even noticed a peak that was orange, white and green!) There were many other Canyonlands that I visited on this trip, but the Grand Canyon was the one that I found most marvellous. (My mother doesn't agree, but then again, everyone knows that mothers' expectations cannot be met by anyone or anything!!)


My tour came to an end after the visit to the Grand Canyon. After a week in Houston, exactly a month ago to be precise, I boarded my flight back to Mumbai with a heavy heart, an extra bag, (that resulted in my having overweight luggage), a camera full of wonderful photos, and memories to last a lifetime! 

P.S I am going to continue to write about my trip in the next few posts as well, since I still have a holiday hangover! (Though I just got over my jet lag a couple of weeks ago.)

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

We don't need no education...or do we?


Picture courtesy: Google Images
 A while ago, knowing my passion for the beautiful Taj Mahal, my mother asked me if I'd want my husband to build a similar mausoleum in my memory after I died....I said "No, if he had that much money, I'd rather he build a school or an educational institute in my name." And as usual, my mother was pleasantly surprised. (Well, parents sometimes have to be reminded that their kids aren't as fickle minded as they may seem! :P ) 

Why a school? Well, I've always believed that education is the best and most important gift you can give someone. I hear people saying "I hate school...", "This college hasn't taught me anything..", "I was better off sitting at home.." and all I think is, REALLY? Most people take their education for granted, and seldom realise what importance it has in their lives. 

“You can never be overdressed or overeducated.”
― Oscar Wilde 

Of course, there are exceptions like Sachin Tendulkar or Aamir Khan who left their studies and have achieved greatness in their respective fields, but what would they have been doing today if their careers had failed to take off? One always needs a backup, and education in whatever field, at any age, is never a waste. If Shahrukh Khan hadn't made it as an actor, he'd probably have been a high profile economist somewhere! (Yes, SRK has a Bachelor's Degree in Economics!)

So always realise what your education has given you. You have the power to read, to write and as they say, there's no end to knowledge. It could be a writing course, an acting course, business school or even a cookery class. Learn new things, get educated. I have a high school education, a bachelor's degree and will soon receive my post graduate diploma. And each time I finish a course or graduate a year I feel empowered and proud of the fact that I know a little more than I did before. Yes, "life is the greatest teacher" and all that, but then why would so many people be fighting for the Right To Education and the right for children and women to receive an education? It's because of the power you get from that pen you hold in your hand, from that slate you learned to write your alphabets on. 

“A good head and good heart are always a formidable combination. But when you add to that a literate tongue or pen, then you have something very special.”
― Nelson Mandela  

Next time you think taking that course was a mistake, or your school was horrible, remember those millions of people who don't have access to either. Imagine the power of education- Young Malala Yousafzai was shot in the head just because she expressed a wish for girls to be educated. 

I taught English and Math for a year at Akanksha, an NGO that is involved in the education of underprivileged children and thoroughly enjoyed every moment I spent there. Being able to teach someone is a most wonderful feeling, and I'd love to do it again. The joy you see on that little one's face on getting a 10/10 or a star in his notebook is incomparable to anything else. 

“Education is the kindling of a flame, not the filling of a vessel.”
― Socrates

So never forget the power you have as you read that book or pick up that pen to write. And if you're really going to quote the Pink Floyd song, you should remember that if the lyricist paid attention in class he'd know that a double negative (don't need no education) is incorrect grammar! :P 

 “You are educated. Your certification is in your degree.
 You may think of it as the ticket to the good life.
 Let me ask you to think of an alternative.
 Think of it as your ticket to change the world.”
― Tom Brokaw

Quotes courtesy: www.goodreads.com 

Saturday, March 16, 2013

DDLJ: Falling in Love, A Thousand Times Over



You may have first seen the movie at the age of thirty-six, like my mom was, or at five, like I was. And then you saw it again. And again. And one more time. And a time after that too. If you're one who loves some mushy romance, DDLJ is the epitome of them all. As someone who's always been in love with the idea of falling in love, I can say that DDLJ was definitely my first love, and Raj, my first crush. (If you don't know what DDLJ stands for or who Raj is, you can stop reading now..) Yes, I may have been just five the first time, but having seen the movie a thousand times after that, I can tell you my love wasn't just a stupid childhood dream.

(And yes, my mom may make all the faces she wants when I watch the movie now, but she still hasn't forgiven me for making her miss the song Zara Sa Jhoom Loon Main when we saw the movie in the theatre!)


Simran taught me that it's great to dream about your ideal love, to wish for that perfect guy....and sometimes, your wish could come true. 

Who wouldn't want this??! :P 

You're missing the train, and there'll be that one hand that will be there to help....


He'll tease you and joke around with you.....

 He'll make you dance with him...


You both will get drunk and celebrate with a song.....

When Raj says "Palat" you melt and have to listen to his heart's desire....


And no matter how many times you deny it, "Ho gaya hai tujhko toh pyaar sajna.."

After all, "....Pyar hota hai deewana sanam..."

He'll fast with you and for you...

And face your very scary, big-eyed father....because in the end....

The braveheart will take the bride! (Yes, that's the literal translation!)

Here's to many more years of singing along with the songs, reciting all the dialogues, dreaming of a Raj-like man, and of course, falling in love with love.....

"Bade bade deshon mein aisi choti choti baatein hoti rehti hain..."
-Raj Malhotra
 
Pictures Source: Google Images

 
 

Monday, March 11, 2013

Victory - Part II



“Heavy shelling by Pakistan army damages ammunition dump in Kargil,” the news channels flashed an update.  Namrata didn’t know what to feel. Should she be scared, be tense for her nation that was waging a fierce battle with its neighbour; or should she be happy – the longer the war went on, the longer her freedom would last. Freedom from all those phone calls she used to be bombarded with, freedom from the minute by minute updates her husband demanded of her. She didn’t have to worry if she misplaced something, for there was no one to shout at her for it. She wasn’t scared to talk to her friends, for there was no one she had to report her conversations to. It was this newfound freedom that gave her the strength to think about herself, about her own life, for the first time in eight years.
‘He’s not a bad person,’ she wrote in her diary, the only piece of her life she had managed to keep hidden from her husband. ‘I know he loves me…it’s his love that makes him behave like this. But I can’t stand it anymore…being stuck here. Being possessive is one thing, but controlling your wife’s life is another. He hates it when I cry, but can’t he see that he’s the sole reason for my tears? Cards, flowers, fancy dinners…yes I love all that, but a wife needs a little more than that. I need my space. I need space to live…to breathe. Really, is there such a thing as too much love? Can love really kill?
Is there such a thing as too much love?
Picture Credit: Google Images
 I’ve been dying from inside for so long…these few days with Nikhil unable to contact me have been like a blessing. I do love him…but he loves me just a little too much, and that scares me…I need to break free, I want to fly… 
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 “Indian Air Force loses two fighters; soldiers taken as Prisoners of War,” the news continued to flash each day, and without any sign of conclusion in sight. The longer the war went on, the longer was Namrata’s life as a free bird. She knew this, and so did her husband. 
Nikhil could not sleep at night. The bullets, the firing and the dead bodies were not responsible for his insomnia. He was used to the sound of gunshots, and was prepared for anything that came his way. But Namrata was away from him, miles away, and he had no permission or means to communicate with her. What was she doing every day? Where is she? Does she miss me? Is she scared that I may die? Not a single letter from home, no message or telegram whatsoever. He caught her crying a few nights before he left, and thought maybe that was the reason for her silence. Why was she crying, though? He knew he was not the reason. He was never the reason for her tears.
The war went on, and Major Kapoor, with determination in his bloodshot eyes, continued to take on the enemy. Far away in Delhi, Namrata was fighting her own war.
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She took out the previous year’s diary, and as she turned each page, Namrata relived a new memory. Why couldn’t she find any words written down, that expressed happiness or excitement? There were pages of her diary where the ink was smudged. Page by page, she flipped through it, finding nothing of novelty to read. She reached the end of the book.
 “Namu, what was the need to invite them over? Why do you need other people?” Nikhil asked in his saccharine tone, holding his wife’s hand.
It was New Year’s Eve of 1999, and Namrata had invited the neighbours over for dinner, to bring in the last year of the decade.
“I thought it would be nice to have friends over, we could spend some time with them and get to know them better.”
“Why do want them with you? We are there for each other. We can have such a nice evening alone. Why don’t you cancel the plan?” Nikhil insisted, holding her hand a little tighter. 
Namrata expected this to happen. How many times before had he explained to her that he was the only one she needed to be happy? She called up her neighbour and lied about Nikhil having an important function that was necessary for them to attend.
Once again they spent the occasion, like every other New Year’s Eve, Diwali, birthday and anniversary, all by themselves, with Nikhil’s love being enough for the both of them to survive on.
Namrata closed the diary and sighed to herself.
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It was the first day of June, and this new month beckoned a new dawn in Namrata’s life. She went to work and was not troubled by phone calls and messages every hour. She missed this life, where she could walk about anywhere and do anything without having someone following her every move.
In these eight years, she never had the courage to speak up for herself. Of course, she had spoken to Nikhil years ago about his behaviour, but he paid no heed to it. She too, made up her mind to live with whatever came her way. But today, as she was finally learning how to live again, she felt a different kind of joy. She missed this kind of freedom, this new lease of life.
“I’ll support you, no matter what, you know that Beta,” Poonam assured her. “It’s your happiness that is most important. If you feel that there’s no other way, that he won’t understand, then it’s better to end it.”
Namrata loved her mother so very much, she couldn’t put it into words. She probably would not have taken such a step without her encouragement and support. She always wondered what the reason was for God to take her loving father away when she was merely thirteen-years-old – it taught her mother how to live independently, and happily. She knew her mother would understand her heart’s cries. Today, she thought of the mystical bird she read about in her childhood storybooks, the one that burns itself down to ashes, from which a new life begins.
In Kargil, the Indian army was fast capturing Tiger Hill, a mission that was extremely important for the country’s protectors to complete successfully. Major Kapoor was a part of this mission, and his wife, back home, was climbing to her own mountain peak.  In the two months that she spent away from her husband, Namrata lived the past eight years of her life again. This time, the way she wanted to. It was like running through a large meadow – a wide open space to run freely and no one could stop her. She didn’t want this feeling to end.
“We recaptured point 5100 and 5060 at the hill. Over.” Major Nikhil always rejoiced when he was in possession of something dearly important to him. The War, he knew, would soon be over and he could go back to his wife, whose touch he missed, whose face he looked at daily, in the motionless photograph kept near his bunker. 
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Namrata picked up the white marble frame and headed to the bedroom. It was in a mess as always. Nikhil liked things organised and neat, but no matter how tidy she kept the room, he would have an issue with it. Unfolded clothes, some still slightly damp, lay on a chair, and ironed ones lay beside the ironing board. The morning newspaper was lying on the bed, with the headline Operation Vijay a Success: Kargil War to End Soon written across in bold letters. She picked it up and threw it aside along with her wedding photograph, collected her knick-knacks from the dresser and dumped them in a bag.
 Namrata heaved her bag off the bed, strolled it across the floor, and turning back for one look at the portrait of her husband, walked out of the house. The phoenix had risen. 
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