Rhyming games are a real fun. It puts you to work, you don't need any resources, it does not have to be always sensible and when it runs for a long time, even loosing makes you feel good. It is simply all about saying something rhyming to what the opponent said, and at least remotely sensible and fitting to the context.
It need not make a lot of sense
it could be dumb in essence
but playing this nonsense
surely adds pleasence!
Poetry(or rhymes) has never been my cup of tea. And now, it shows why :D
I used to love software and computer technologies when I was a rookie in the industry. That faded pretty quickly in hardly around 2 years of working and I was ready to accept work as work and look somewhere else for something interesting. At times, I would imagine turning pro in photography and work full time with that. But overtime, I did start feeling that it may not be the best thing to do and abandoned the idea, and let photogrpahy remain a hobby for fun. I came across this interesting article today in photo.net that describes what happened to someone who turned his hobby into profession.
"My Dad was a very serious amateur that after winning several photo contests and becoming a teacher and a very respected member of the YMCA photoclub in Buenos Aires, turned into a pro for a big publishing company. He used to cover F-1, Rally and other car races as well as architecture, art and interior design for two different magazines published by that Company. After becoming a pro, he slowly abandoned the “hobby side” of photography as he stopped participating in the photoclub and the photo contests. Photography really became a job for him and I suppose he stopped enjoying it the way he used to when he started as a young avid amateur carrying a Yashica D everywhere. He eventually abandoned the profession to follow a much less lucrative academic career"
Located in the Sahyadri ranges of Karnataka, Agumbe is one of the most beautiful locations I have seen ever. If you love tropical rains, you must visit this place.
The picture was taken sometime in August last year. While rest of the country was drought ridden, there seemed to be absolutely no effect of it here. We hardly got to see sun in the two days we had camped there. It was foggy most of the time and every place you could see was completely wet all the time. It rained on and off most of the time and if you want to go out, there was no question of coming back dry. Most of the time of the day we spent there, we were totally drenched. And when we were not out, we could still draw the pleasure of watching the constant hum of the rain, water falling from the leaves, and the misty and beautiful day.
The other thing that looked tempting is driving on the roads there in the rains. But unfortunately we had gone there in a bus and hence were voided of that pleasure. The roads are curvy and most of the time you would be driving by the forest on a road that is going uphill or downhill. Visiblity is limited to anything like 50 meters and you have to drive with the lights on. Nevertheless, decent roads and good traffic ensure that you can cruise at a reasonable speed. The misty weather is an absolute joy to drive on.
The waterfall in the picture, called Abbey waterfall, is around 4kms walk offroad in the forest. We approach the waterfall from the top of it and the view of the gorge something unforgettable. A beautiful waterfall, it's roar combined with the 'tup-tup' of the steady drizzle, spectcular greenery of a valley below, pleasure of watching the water falling down by leaning over the cliff, and watching some huge butteflies bigger than a palm land right on our shoulders was more than we could ask for.
...One of the things about Ralph that surprised me the most was his sentiment against Asian immigrants: "Canada shouldn't admit Cambodians and Vietnamese because they haven't the language or job skills required to succeed here. They've no choice but to turn to violence and gangs."
"That's one nice thing about the U.S.," I responded. "We may be dependent upon Asians to engineer our cars and produce our consumer electronics, but we are able to home-grow most of our criminals...."
Time I put some effort and try to start writing something again, instead of simply uploading pictures. It has been a coupla months since I have last made an attempt to scribble something here, and am getting bored of posting pictures from one same thread. And it is horribly long time since I have gone out on a date with my camera, so I don't even have some fresh images. This one shall be the last dump of photos for some days to come.
I can't recall any information about the first pic. The second one is called Tenzing peak and the last one is a part of KanchenJunga range.
While I am writing this, I have been listening repetitively to the music from 'City of Angels'. It is such a soothing and melodious music, and for such a beautiful movie. The movie is in my list of best ever movies. It has a kind of softness and good feeling embedded into it that I easily walk into the movie and feel the characters. Meggie was the best thing to happen to the film - I don't think any one could have suited better. The concept is unbeatably innovative too. But there are some things that are quite irritating. Number one is Nicolas Cage. Somehow I can't help feeling 'unaccustomed' to some people and he is one such person. The other thing - why did they have to end such pleasing movie with an ugly note? Did they get any clues from Indian movies or did they find some inane pleasures in seeing people cry? It could have so very well ended with a happy note. It was like - the movie makers did all the hardwork and let it run down the drain.
This lake below - I don't know the name of it - is at a height of more than 16000 feet high at a point called Goche-La in Sikkim. The best part about visiting this lake was that I did not know about the existence of this. This is how it happened:
We had been walking for nearly 2 hours. I was walking up the slope very slowly as I was quite tired and our porter had gone ahead to our destination. I could see we were just a few hundred meters away from the final point and I was walking parallel to a ridge. To my right was a valley a few 100 feet deep. The slope I was walking on was pretty dry but the valley was filled with ice, and so were the hills across the valley. Looking up to my left, I could see there was a ridge very close to me and there must be a small valley on the other side of the ridge too. So, instead of taking the path taken by the porter, I decided to climb up and walk along the ridge so I can enjoy view of both sides. As I closed in towards the ridge, I could see some ice deposits on the top. I climbed further up to the top and look down - and wow! It was the most beautiful thing I had seen ever! Deep down on the other side was a lake - in semi-crystallized form. It's deep turquoise colors and the reflection from ice crystals on the top was just too good to be imagined. And I was there - on the top of a ridge wide enough for just one person to walk - with a valley to the right and the lake on the other side, and in front of me were majestic ice-clad Himalayan mountains, including the mighty Kanchenjunga! And right next to me on the other side of the lake was Goche summit just about a 100meters climb. And descending from Goche was a beautiful glacier that would dump ice into the lake. Excuse me for struggling for words; it was so beautiful it looked as if I am in a completely different world. The short walk on the ridge is one of the finest moments of the Sikkim trip. It was like one of the scene straight out of hollywood movies where you see just one person walking on a huge mountain ridge with breathtaking visuals! And how I longed to be in such places!
TECHNICALS:
Not having a wide angle lens, I took nearly 5-6 pictures of the surroundings to cover the entire landscape using my 28mm lens. The film used is Fuji Sensia and seems to have got a blue tint in the picture. Probably all the pictures had some exposure correction if focused on ice, or otherwise were spot metered to a grey region.
