Life's Elsewhere

HAPPY NEW YEAR…Dear Readers.

In Living like a Log on December 31, 2007 at 11:05 am

Something will arrive by the tracks, something flew away in the sky…did you notice it?

The year was this to me (though I am not sure about what it means) …

I really do…

I love you, Lady in the water…

Sorry for my bad sense of humour; I am learning to take life lightly…

Next year…I will learn to fly (across the planet I see my shadow fly)…

I really love you…


Pics courtesy: The Daily dose of Imagery, Beerzie Boy, Viory Schellekens, the FILE Magazine, The Daily dose of Imagery and Matthew Trush respectively (oh well! did I mess up?). Thank you folks for providing us such lovely images daily in 2007.

  1. My favorite is the first, the railroad tracks…

    Life’s Elsewhere: I like the bird and the lady in the water too…

  2. Somehow, for a long time, I never noticed the “more” tag below the first picture of the railway tracks. And I kept on thinking, well, that’s a great picture ,but what’s the point? Today, as I went through all the pictures in this post, a gentle smile of amusement grew on my lips. I have to thank you for that.
    And there …. I just did! :-)

    Life’s Elsewhere: Thanks and welcome!
    The smile; yes, at least this blog deserved a smile – if not a laugh – after those grim last few months. And Ritwik, I have just finished a sort of post which I call ‘jamming’ and then title it as a ’self-portrait’, concluding with a scratchy exercise of graphics featuring my own portrait(s). You can find one instance
    here.
    The next post in this series will find me ‘jamming’ with that
    famous poem of yours. I told you I felt it in my skin, I know why I like it so much!

  3. Just went through your self-portrait in blood. Or rather, the portrait went through me like every other picture or sound about Nandigram has gone through me in the last two months. Yet, here I am typing . . . feeling for the blood-soaked soil. Am I not ridiculous if I am to be judged by my actions?

    P.S. Thanks for mentioning the poem again ….. I am glad it connected to your heart.

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