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

Take A Balloon and Smile :)

"So, Take a Deep Breathe. Relax. Sit Back. and Hear a story. A Simple One........"

I don't really know if one of you have actually had conversation with yourself or not. Well, I did, and I usually do. And as Sober as I seem on the out, I am as confused and messed up with many questions inside.

So, yesterday, After getting back from a Date, this guy whom I had a Day-Out with Bought me a dozen of Balloon. And somehow thinking of it, I should have asked him to Drop me back, but my 2nd mind insisted, "Topsy! Take the damn Metro!"

"Phatak"!! and everyone's eye on me. I have not yet mastered the facial expression to keep when you are embarrassed and want to give that Stern Looks. So, I am standing with 11 Balloons(Thank God! At-least the thing that embarrass me helps me cover my face!). And, I have to tell you, never underestimate the GLARING and STARING ability of an Indian crowd. To my surprise they were still staring at me post 20 minute of the Burst(Such thing make me wonder, AM I HOT?).

Still Staring....


35 minutes


Still Staring...Bonus: Smiles on their face(I am not going to complain about Racism, because, Life would actually start getting boring without stories to tell your friends on what happened and how annoying that or this guy was or how hot or how not hot that guy was!)

40 Minutes

Some eyes have moved past me and caught some other Victim, but Hey! I still have fans. I have managed 4-5 eyes.

So, I am standing in VishwaVidyalaya Station for the next Train with the Staring process on. I man Up-roaches me. To Describe. this man looked like someone who was miser about smile. He has a stern look that made you think twice before smiling. And if you accidentally did, He, with his puffed muscle would smash you Dark Black and blue.

"How much are you selling them for?, he inquired
Well, When I am amazed, I hell do let the person know that I am amazed. I looked at him. To be precise, I X-Ray Him.

"How much are you selling them for?", he asked again but with heavier voice to ensure I heard him this time. I replied, "aaa...errr....hmmm....(That went for next 10-15 seconds)...ahem..I don't sell them", finally building myself back from thinking too much. "But If You Want One, i could give you. It's okay. You needn't pay me". He Looked at me for a while, and said, "Okay! Yellow one please".

He was Happy with that. His face clearly showed it. Just that he was smiling hesitatingly. The rest is yours to pre-assume why he smiled. To many, "He was probably a Gay. No wonder he took YELLOW" or to other, "Maybe he had a daughter or a son!"....and to few, who believe life is all about small, un-noticed moments that you rush passed by, would accept it as a moment that was of his own. Something as small as the balloon had that key that could bring about 1 minute true smile to his face...

Finding Happiness in smallest of thing" is what I believe in.

Aman Ki Asha

दिखई देते हैं दूर तक अब भी साऍ कोइ
मगर बुलाने से वक़्त लॉतऍ ना कोइ

चलो ना फिर से बीचाये दरिया बजाये धोलक
लगाके मेहेंदी सुरीले तप्पे सुनाये कोइ

पतंग उराये छतानो पे चड़ के मुहलै वाले
फलक तो सांझा हैं उस मे पीछे लराऍ कोइ

उतो कब्बद्दी कब्ब्दी खेलेगे सर्हदो पर
जो आये अब के तो लौत कर फिर ना जाये कोइ

नज़र मे रह्ते हो जब तुम नज़र नहीं आते
....ये सुर मिलाते हैं जब तुम इधर नही आते

नज़र मे रह्ते हो जब तुम नज़र नहीं आते

ये सुर मिलाते हैं जब तुम इधर नही आते....

by Gulzar

One of the most beautifully created Lyrics.

The MDH Masala Old Man

In this world of today, where Liberalism(I am talking in terms of Economy, Money) has touched every aspects of your life. To add, Feeling too. The Great Reality Show, disrupting the Society's Norms and Set.

I am not one of those people who believe that the SET NORMS of the SOCIETY shouldn't be broken in any means with the changing time, but there are few, that I would like to keep it the way it is. Marriage, for example, is a sacred ceremony, nothing close to a very light issue. It's a big thing for Anyone, esp, Women. And having it aired with the Stupid & Non-sense Drama of "Rakhi Sawant KA Swayamber"! It disgust me, honestly, and now the squeal "Rahul Mahajan Ka Swayambar". What could get worse than that, though yeah, I Enjoy it! ;). For someone of "Purane Kayalath" but not entirely old for this generation, I would have liked such ceremonies to have been kept the way it was.

Moving away from that and getting closer to the real discussion.

"MDH Masala"

I guess every Indian Household has/have heard or smelled the scent of the spice in their Kitchen. It was just other day, an advertisement of such was Aired on some channel. Just the same set up, what I have been seeing for the last 20 years.

The Old Man with his stick to balance him, his arced back dictating his long lived years, yet full of life and high-spirit. With His overly grown White Beard smiling and promoting his Product with his own Aura.

2 Years back, I was watching his interview when I was shuffling through Channel, I saw him, and I said, "Hey! The MDH man!!" and there I was watching his interview. With a man of his age, without denial, he ain't a man with gorgeous looks(Keeping in Mind that Mr. Bachchan is also Old but he is Good Looking and also George Clooney), he spoke with tint of Shiver in his voice, "I don't need a star to endorse my product. I am a star myself and I believe in my Product".

It really surprises me how the product still maintains to have hold or grip in such a competitive business world! To continue being in every Kitchen, still retaining it's market value(I am not Economics Student, yet, try catching up with me). This old man, Mr. Mahashay Dharama Pal, without the help of Celerities, who have actually taken over every Product, from Watches to Clothes, from Food to Electronics. Hats off to him, he just refuses to parasite on the popularity of any Star to Endorse his Product. Another point which I would like to add here is that He has maintained the "INDIGENOUS ROOTS" to his product, and yet able to also grow the influence of his Product not only in India but abroad too. His products, which stick to the Indian Tradition of Spice making are rather of immense surprise in today's Indian market when, all other product is somehow in a way, like to be tagged with some star and or a bigger name.

An Achievement of such in these times are Truly to be Looked Up to.

Sir! You Rock your own way....

you

You were there, Crying
When You were Supposed to be in the Light
You were there, Begging
When You were Supposed to Give away.

I saw you, behind the Door
Trying hard to hold that nth last Tear
and Howl Silently.
..Your unspoken question to God
Why? He left you with a Broken Heart
Why? He never let you have the Perfect life
That resided like a Parasite in your Mind
Distorting you between Real & Apocrypha world.

and you walked out Silently with a vague Smile
with no one to notice you
You heard the girl say, "Look How Pathetically she is dressed!"
You heard your Guardian whisper, "She is a total waste!"
They watched you march boldly ahead,
When you were weak and afraid inside,
Ready to break down any moment again..

Life has treated you all the wrong way,
They Threw Stones, When You wanted Roses
They Stabbed you, When You wanted a Hug
Breaking every ounce of you

But they never broke the Real you
because they never really got to know the person you are within.
They made you everything that you never wanted to be,
But everything You should be..
..You are more than what Life has thrown at you
Somewhere Between..
The Broken Dreams
The Broken Heart
The Broken Hope
Lies a Brave Heart.
Ready to ride the Bumpy Ride


Because...
I see the Tear in those eyes, but I also see the POWER TO HEAL IN THEM

I miss you

There was camera those days,
Moments & Memories that we could have captured,
But we didn't.

We laughed.
We Smiled.
We Broke the rules.
We Had you scream at your lungs
We even argued with you.

There you went.
With a Smile
leaving behind the prints of you
We now Cry at those funny moment
At those broken rules.
Wishing we could have saved your Shouts.

It was ordinary Teacher-Student Relation.
But there was something Special.
You were more than that.
You shared the big pain with us.
You shared the small Laugh with us.
The WORDS you used
Made me search up the dictionary.

You were more than the title that Principal Seat gave you
You were our Guardian.
You were our Guide.
The hand that held us through our Dark times.
Like the Single Flame of the Candle
You Enlightened us all

and now here we are gathered in your memory
Talking about the moments
Some Whispering a silent cry
Some cursing themselves that they could have not argued
Some regretting the wasted time which could have build into something more beautiful

Oh! How I wish, I could have stored those moment in the Camera.
But then again, the prints of those moments were much better saved in our Heart

It's hard to believe
What we missed in that fraction of second when we blinked
and now with your ashes ready to start it's journey through the river
I forgot to tell you,
You were my Hero and My Mentor....

- Topsy Kamchi

This is in Memory of Mrs. Ramamurthi,
Our Teacher, Guide, Someone who played the role of a mother. Someone who actually listened dedicatedly.