the deep blue sea :)

the deep blue sea :), originally uploaded by disha.ch~out for a vacation~ :).

the first glimpse of the alibag fort... :)

a rainy paradox in Goa

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Well… How many of us enjoy the rains…. I bet most of us do. But how many of us enjoy venturing out for a vacation in the rainy season… That is exactly what i did. Planned a trip to Goa in the month of July! Of course, i got tonnes of precautionary advices from close, distant and even unknown friends (who were friends of friends).But this was one of those events for which i could turn a deaf ear to the whole world if necessary. My close friend had the most sympathetic approach towards me. She was happy thinking that I would get to know the other side of the otherwise beautiful and friendly Goa.

 

Well, all is well that ends well (even though I don’t like it when a journey comes to an end). I can’t say that I enjoyed as much as I would have during the season time, but those three days were the most memorable days of my life. I enjoyed my trip a lot and ended up sickening my camera and myself. I was lucky too in many ways. Excessive rainfalls in Goa blocked all transport in and outside the state barely one day after my return. It was a memorable experience all together(it was beautiful only after i exclude the dampness due to the humid weather). :)

But, of course, I must advice you all to visit your nearest sea beach in the rainy season if you ever get a chance. I would also like to sum up my message with a warning to all those adventurous people who plan to visit Goa in the rainy season – Goa faces occasional landslides during the rains. so please read your disaster management books well before you plan a trip to the paradise. For all the sane people who have plans for the winter- i assure you this will be a well spent time.

I hope the above pictures will be able to convey my message to all my friends who have probably wasted a few minutes reading this post of mine. :P

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Photography

Photography is the process, activity and art of creating still or moving pictures by recording radiation on a sensitive medium, such as a photographic film, or an electronic sensor. Light patterns reflected or emitted from objects activate a sensitive chemical or electronic sensor during a timed exposure, usually through a photographic lens in a device known as a camera that also stores the resulting information chemically or electronically.

Well, for me it has always been a hobby. My weapons for this purpose are my Canon Power shot A470 and my Nokia 6303 (an upgrade of the Nokia all time favourite, Nokia 6300).

I haven’t had the time to go for a great outing with them.. But I have carried on by clicking pictures in my neighbourhood. Isn’t my neighbourhood very interesting?

These were some of the photographs taken by me at home.

My new Macintosh

I wasn't actually very interested in knowing more about computers in my early age. I always thought of spending my life doing some routine work in a corner of the world. But now I have started rethinking my options and interests. I have realised the power of computers.

On spending my last eight months researching on computers I found that apple is a name for not only a healthy fruit but a very healthy computer too. The best ever. I wanted to break up all my financial bounds to get this computer when I accidentally stumbled on a very useful site.

Well, I couldn't get an apple computer there, but it did change my old XP outlook. :)

Out On a Sunny Day

Do you live in India or any hot country, that receives solar energy throughout the year? If yes, then I have one more question for you.

Have you ever experienced Indian summers at mid noon? If your answer is still yes, then my article is dedicated to you. Although I am a regular worshipper of the Sun God, sometimes I think He should devote less of His divine energy that is brought to us by those beautiful white rays during daytime. His divine energy is so intense that the human kind has derived ways of harnessing it to run turbines and heavy motors. The energy is intense enough to help a streetdweller fry his omelette on the road and a well-to-do person run table fans to chill at home. The Sun God is a kind-hearted Lord with a good heart until you sin or irritate Him. In that case you are at the recieving end, exactly where we were that day.

Saturday 9:30am

It was a warm (hot), sunny (burning) and bright (enough to pierce your eyes) day.Being as lazy as possible I lay in bed wondering what made me give my name for that silly fest.

9:40am

My phone rang up

"Hello!!! Where are you? I have been waiting for you for the last an hour... if you don't turn up within ten minutes you will be able to see your doom today". It was my friend who had sincerely reached the location at the stipulated time before I got out of bed.

Being a loyal friend I jumped out of bed, sprinted through my morning rituals and finally sprinted to our meeting point. From there we started our long journey..... To the Kala Theatre.

10:30am

"Are you sure that you know the theatre?"

"It is ridiculous of you to ask me that question. Being born and brought up in this city you think I wouldn't know." Was my friend's reply when we were crossing The Nightingale Hospital for the third time. I tried pointing out that it was a little wierd to have a hospital with similar name and logo at every third turn, but she said she needed to concentrate. So she concentrated on the way while I concentrated on a physics problem to calculate the time required for the summer heat to liquify us.

Half an hour of intense concentration later we came to a very important conclusion. There was no theatre called Kala Theatre in that area or in the neighbouring area. A Google search revealed that there was no such theatre in the whole city.

11:00am

Frantic calls were made to those who we thought were smart enough to at least reach the venue. We were then enlightened about the name of the theatre which was Kala Ghar. But unfortunately for us in those days smart phones were a luxury and a "thing" that attracted envious glances from poor souls like us. So no Google maps to the rescue.

Time was ticking. It wasn't just the time of the commencement of the fest coming closer but the remaining of the required time for the sun to turn us into a warm thick chutney was getting lesser. You could see it in our sweat covered faces and stooping bodies. We crossed Nightingale Hospital for the fifth time(final time).

On a sultry morning like that we could barely see a soul who would speak to us. After a long walk we came to a junction which was manned by a lone traffic cop. If you believe in the Hindu Mythology and the concept of reincarnation they had probably got on the nerves of the Sun God in some past lives of theirs and continue to challenge Him everyday armed with masks, caps, handkerchief and sunglasses. They are the real unsung heroes of today, braving the cruel beautiful rays to prevent chaos in the area. So we believed that a hero of such calibre would be most capable of showing us the way.

So we walked over to the cop and asked him "Excuse me, could you please tell us the way to The Kala Ghar?"

"I am new here. I just joined duty last week. But if you go straight about twenty metres from here there is a junction where the traffic police might be able to help." He said with a sheepish smile.

Twenty metres did not appear to be a big deal. After all we took five rounds of The Nightingale Hospital. So we decide to go in search of help from a traffic cop who might be able to help.

We reached the junction. Cartoon characters who are shown as stuck in dry deserts with their heads drooping, bodies sagging and tongues sticking out for a drop of water made perfect sense to us. From afar we saw two white uniforms. Not one but two. We confirmed from each other's view points that it wasn't a mirage and our hopes grew higher. At least one of them must know the way. We straightened up as much as possible on our way to the junction.

There really were two of them. We went to them and asked them to help us with the way to Kala Ghar. The uniformed guy on the right pointed left while the uniformed guy on the left pointed right. We stared at their crisscrossed hands and looked up to them about to scream when we saw it above their heads. A signboard that read "Kala Ghar. Go straight. 50 m".

11:50am

Finally we reached the theatre. We were half limping, 98% in liquid state and our hair appeared to have been subjected to heavy dusting purposes.

Sunday 9:00am

High temperature accompanied by visit to a doctor.

Monday 1:00pm

Missed a class test.

my new phone

today i became the proud owner of a new phone..

i can't wait to take it in my hands and start shooting with it... for now it is charging itself :)