The Finger Dance

I've thought about writing again.

No... I've not stopped writing if that's what you were thinking.

My state about 2-3 minutes ago before I began writing these lines were pretty much like this and I am sure I've company of many others who thought of writing.

I guess I am not the only one who's fingers did the weird dance over the keyboard thinking what to write. I sometimes really believed that my fingers that brain of their own that would go on writing. By far this should be the shitist post ever written my me. It's just a way of consoling myself that even though I can't really find a thing to write on, I am writing. And then I think, 'Yeah! I am getting closer to writing shit'.

I should really be ending this post by now. It's all in a whim of the new year resolution I made that there'll be at least one entry this year. I even had an excuse if I didn't. Which was as follows.

Date: Unknown

'Oh! I was about to write but then you know the Mayans were true about their prediction that the world would end(Which is not true. I am not going to tell you why. Search up before the Congress passes the law). And which is why, I couldn't write. I was going to write my 2012 entry on the 26th of Dec. The f**king Earth gave up on me too soon'

I really shouldn't be anymore.

Adios!

The Everest

After you are done with the fancy restaurents and even KFC & Dominoes. And you are looking for a change of place.

Might I suggest this place in Pahar Ganj. Well, to begin with, you might as well like to keep your complains about the dirt & noisy streets to yourself. I believe it's kind of shady place( with a pause... Hell Yes! It is)

The Restaurant

Hotel EVEREST lies somewhere in Pahar Ganj amidst the busy streets with the Vendors & Shop-Keepers shouting at the peak & with the their utmost attempt to attract the customers. I came here with a friend of mine who suggested me this place. And this place with all your "Good Friends" could be no less than the perfect place in the SLIM SHADY world(Read India). What brings you here for the second visit is the ambiance & the crowd( which is more or less the foreigners). 

When you enter, straight ahead is the Owner, a lady, who for some reason always finds a reason to SMILE. Nonetheless, its very welcoming. And the Homo-Sapien in the photo is not the Lady but one of the few happy & contented at finding the place customer. What caught me was the talks & gossips in their own dialects. You don't understand it but you somehow eavesdrop like you know what they are talking about.

A Happy Customer

The restaurant provides you with the international food in a good price. And I should not really be advertising this part of information but, do hell with that. Those of you who Smoke-Up, this is a place for you, with love Delhi. You can come with your Pot Gang here, eat the good food & the best deal is that, "No One Really Cares". The place also has a mini library, mostly on the topics of travel.  

The Mini Library

And if I have convinced you enough to go Eat & Smoke & Drink there, do let me know about your experience. Just for a tip, You should know how to create your own set of fun, Coz the place only gives you the platform. Don't be or get sad with the staffs dressing style. How much would you expect out of a guy who gets only about Rs1500-3000 a month. 

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She Landed Down,
To Find Hope, Trust, Love

She walked down the dusty & rusty Road
Her Feet Hearing Every Shout and Cry
That the earth absorbed in her mourning history of timeless pain

A Man walked passed by her,
with his Gorgeous Smile,

What is a Smile that doesn't reach your eye?

She was in a World,
That had..
No Hope
No Trust
No Love

Beautiful Faces, but Ugly Hearts
                                                                              

                                                                                

The Red Rose

There will come a point

When it'll be too much for them to take.

The Protectors will do the least they can do, 

letting the rest on them to survive.

With all the ache & agony, intolerance, evil

They will squelch the Govt.

Will be called Anti-Govt.

Will Be called THE NEW AGE TERRORIST...

A flower was made RED by the God

Only to be Honoured
To Be appreciated for it's Beauty
Making the World more colourful
Bringing the Joys and Happiness to the Eye & Heart

Not to be seen as a deviant flower

and Pluck the Petal of it

Now the Flower Bears the thorns.....

that'll cut you through....

Start Of A New Picture

So, Hello Everyone.


I understand writing is the only means of me linking my inner-self to others. That would continue on my here


My other Blog, http://toriqphoto.blogspot.com/, I have decided to blog through photo's.


How it Began?
..20 years before or ago, my Dad bought this camera. He took most memorable picture that even when I look at them today, I can feel them laugh, talk, Sometimes anger. Since childhood, somewhere within me I had this passion for photography. I clicked random things at the age of 6, which my father appreciated(I have to thank him. Because I know most of them where not good. It was a waste of Film but for a father, his children work is the best). I have no professional training of photography. But I wish to carry this passion ahead. So, 20 years later, the prized possession is passed on, The Camera comes to me. Its not a a digital camera, but SLR Film Camera by Minalto. I wish, like my Dad, to capture moments, which will smile when I look at them after 30-40 years later.


Like any old photo, this camera rested behind our old cupboard for 5-6 years. It needs repairing. I am going to name it, CHE, for some stupid reason. It's going to take some time to wake up from his long resting years and be my merry partner to roam about with me. 


Why photo blog?
..I know how it exactly feels to not be able to express yourself, be it by writing it down or having to speak to someone. I find it hard to express. When I do, I feel there is this Big wall, that I am struggling with, when I cross over it, I will be able to let you know or feel what i feel. Fewer times, I am able to cross the wall, but most times, I don't. So, like that, there are many things you see, you think about it, draw a theory about it. Analyse it. Understand it and if there is someone, you want to share how you felt. That's a difficult part. Because, All of us are the same, except our perception changes everything that makes us different from one another.


So, I decide to click photo that make me think and maybe it would to you too. Hopefully You would enjoy it too. and all that said above doesn't make any sense, i know, because I have read it all again, and it doesn't make sense when I think from others point of view, but then again, I hope you just enjoy it.


Thank You

Tell Me All Your Problem

So, You Are Sitting There In The Corner with all the Question inside your head. It's You Against Yourself.


Take a Deep Breathe. Nothing in this world can be done alone. We need someone or anyone despite how ignorant you are about how much it could help you or how you just thought I CAN DO IT ALL ALONE. It's just not like how you though, that NO ONE WOULD UNDERSTAND YOU. It's this big world with more than Zillion Population. It's unlikely that there wouldn't be anyone who felt the same way like you did. Hey! Mahatma Gandhi was a great man. But his followers, his helping hand, were even greater. Martin Luther King had big bright dream of a better world. Well, He wouldn't be what he was or what he achieved without the help of anonymous helper. The History might not remember their name, but Does of these great people who are the Building on their foundation of Help


It's the Mathematics of life, 'There's just ain't a problem without a Solution. And if you aren't getting any solution, you maybe doing it wrong way". So, you take a help from someone who has done the problem before, He/She help you. See that? It's Simple. But It would require, like I Said, HELP.


This ain't a note for someone whom I wouldn't mention. It's about Me. and It was me against against myself. As Sober I may look on the out, I go way opposite to it within me, that is unknown to the outside world. When, I am writing this, It's not about helping you to get to know me better. Its about knowing your flaws and accepting it. To let you know, I needed someone to talk like maybe you need now, but you have been hiding it...


So, Have you moved away from the corner and talked? Because, sometimes, A Small Little Talk Helps, No matter how Big the problem is

Finding Ways

some old song that were kept untouched and unheard
seems to have found it 's purpose

Every moment now seems like A dream and LIFE SEEMS BEAUTIFUL.
Every drop has gathered to form an ocean when you knocked into my life
You drank up all the sorrows from my life
When you just asked me to smile with that Smile on your face
Now my days Shine
and my heart Glow