Light Obscure

Psychedelic

2011-11-30T23:51:00.000-05:00

He would have been here!

2011-11-19T18:02:00.001-05:00

He would have been there, for sure.

At Zuccotti park, the birthplace of Occupy Wall Street movement, downtown Manhattan, NY.

This was shot before cops kicked them out.

100% fruit smoothies

2011-11-14T22:16:00.000-05:00

100% Fruit Smoothies.

Near Zuccotti park, Manhattan, NY.

Dreamscape 3

2011-11-05T01:23:00.001-04:00

Early morning dream.

Location: Havelock, Andamans, India
Canon 350D

Dreamscape 2

2011-11-03T11:56:00.001-04:00

Dreamscape, again.

WEZSAMMZMRFR

Cold and dry

2011-11-03T00:19:00.002-04:00

Freak October Storm. Winter before automn.

Dreamscape 1

2011-10-10T18:58:00.001-04:00

It's difficult to time and compose any picture from a 50mph car window. It gets pretty frustrating actually.

Solution? Try to pan the camera. To make it even better, just zoom in or out the lens and wham! You are in dreamscape!

Camera: Canon 350D (Rebel XT)
Lens: 17-40 f4

Colors of life

2011-10-10T02:17:00.001-04:00

In memory of Jagjit Singh.

He was my company on countless nights of studies, programming or just enjoying music.

Thanks for all the gazals, songs and words!

Bubble

2011-09-07T18:27:00.002-04:00

Bubble @ Brazil Day celebrations.
Camera:Canon 350D
Lens:Canon 50mm f1.4
Location: 48th St, 6th Ave, New York

Wait

2011-08-24T19:36:00.000-04:00

Wait.Camera: Canon 350DLocation: NYC

Don't move!

2011-08-22T10:09:00.000-04:00

Told you! Don't move!

Conversation

2011-08-16T00:58:00.001-04:00

What a lovely place!
Yes, I like it too.
It's fun sitting out here, watching people, isn't it?
Yep. And watching people watching the fountain.
Yes, that too.

...

Anyway. What's up with the hat?

It's summer, ain't it?

Yes, but what's up with the hat?

It's summer, ain't it?

...

What's up with the nails?

Do you like it?

Yes, I guess. I like red.

...

Well, it's time.

All good things come to end, don't they?

Yes. They do.

So, will I find you here tomorrow then?

May be.

So long then.

So long.

Hey, wait!! What's your name?

Conversation:

Shopping Buddha

2011-08-12T20:51:00.001-04:00

Shopping Buddha

Musical

2011-08-06T18:11:00.000-04:00

Camera: Canon 350D | 50mm f1.4 | NYC

White Umbrella

2011-07-31T20:28:00.000-04:00

Taken a while back @ NYC

Canon 350D | 70-200mm f4.0 L

Crossing over

2011-07-30T13:53:00.001-04:00

Drops, again

2011-07-30T12:14:00.001-04:00

One of the old ones. It's time I posted another drop picture.

Cloud Factory

2011-07-30T12:07:00.001-04:00

So that's how they make clouds.

Skynet

2011-07-27T21:28:00.000-04:00

Skynet?

Montreal Bioshere.

Camera: Holga Fisheye.

Jazzy

2011-07-10T11:26:00.000-04:00

Trying to summarize Montreal Jazz Festival in one shot.

Superhero anyone?

2011-07-06T19:22:00.002-04:00

Blue

2011-07-05T06:53:00.002-04:00

Square

2011-06-26T12:46:00.002-04:00

Yellow

2011-06-26T11:37:00.003-04:00

Yellow.

High Line, NYC
Canon T2i

Hiking with ghosts

2011-06-25T15:50:00.003-04:00

Hiking with ghosts (of double exposure).

@ Shafer Trail, Island in the sky, Canyonlands, Utah

Camera: Holga135

Camera is not important - I

2011-04-06T20:41:00.015-04:00

I have been shooting with my dSLR (Canon 350D, now a relic of last century, but still working) ever since I caught the photography bug. Over a period of time, I learnt one or two things about photography. One of them is that camera is probably the least important in photography compared to photographer and lens.

So anyways. Last year, I bought a new-fangled 'smart' phone - Nokia N900. Well, it is definitely smarter than other smart phones out there, but more importantly, it comes with a good lens (for a mobile device) from Carl Zeiss. The sensor of camera is not bad either. You can do basic edits (like cropping, contrast and brightness/darkness adjustment).

Also, N900 repository contains some interesting applications (repository = App Store, application = App for those born after 2005). One of them is "Classic Print" - basically it makes your picture look like as it it was taken with old cheap plastic camera. Another one is "HDR Capture" - it does what it says - takes HDR picture after analyzing current scene and calculating the range and number of pictures it needs to cover required range.

Now before I continue, I have to say this - these applications themselves wont make it anything a great picture - it completely depends on the photograph itself and how you use the applications.

So here are few shots taken with N900 - most of them are edited in the device itself for cropping and contrasts, some of them are edited with Classic Print, and two are with HDR capture.

Following were edited with Classic Print.

And these were results of the HDR Capture.

Technical specs:
Carl Zeiss optics, Tessar lens
f2.8/5.2mm (31.2mm equivalent adjusting for sensor size)

Brazil notes 2 - Rio

2011-03-31T19:23:00.036-04:00

( Earlier Part I :here)

Rio de Janeiro

So our first stop was Rio de Janeiro (translation: River of January - the early settlers incorrectly thought the bay was mouth of a river). It is a very popular travel destination. This erstwhile capital is rich in the ethnic and cultural diversity and is located among wonderful natural settings. Sugarloaf and other mountains and hills, great crescent beaches and harbors - all overlooked and overseen by the iconic Christ the Redeemer at the top of Corcovado mountain.

First impression of Brazil (Rio, actually) was that it was pretty clean. Motorways were narrower than what we have gotten used to see in the US, but traffic was well organized and roads were spotless. Cars were smaller and saw few motorcycles on the road too. It was a bright sunny days, temperature was not uncomfortably high.

Along the way, we got our first glimpse of the famed Rio favelas.

A favela is basically a slum/shanty town, like Dharavi of Mumbai, but with higher crime rates. Life is tough with gang-wars and drug-wars erupting any time, and the police have little control over them (though, they steamrolled some of them about 3 months back in effort to wipe out the drug-lords).

Some travel operators arranged to take people there on tours. If they still run it and if you like to be in people-zoo, you can try it the next time. (But do watch (possibly completely inaccurate) the dazzling City of God before you do that.)

Brazil is the only Portuguese speaking country in the Southern American continent. Almost all the other countries speak Spanish (I think) . But more importantly, almost nobody speaks English (at least everybody who does not work in the tourism industry). We realized this as soon as we stumbled into a breakfast place near Copacabana beach after checking in our hotel. After a lot of gestures and hand-waving and finger-pointing, we finally managed to get across the idea that all we wanted was to just have breakfast at the place. Boy, we were going to have fun in Brazil!

Brazil offers you great choices for food - breakfast, lunch, dinner and everything in between is simply awesome. Even for vegetarians, it's not that difficult to survive (and often enjoy the food). And if you are meat-eater, it wont get any better anywhere else! (I have to also mention the Brazilian coffee - it may not be as great as Columbian one, but boy, it can get you started early in the day like no other coffee I found anywhere else!)

So, onto the Copacabana beach.

It was pleasant day, and it was also Brazil Independence day. Beach was full of people, including national tourists. Roads were blocked and it was just wonderful to roam around in misfitting clothes (AA was delivering our delayed luggage that afternoon) among new and unfamiliar faces, not understanding a single word in sea of unknown voices and sound.

We took a nice long stroll on the beach - our first glance at the famed Rio beaches. It was the end of winter and water was still cold, though weather was perfect 25 °c. People were jogging, bicycling, walking or just idling around.

We also noticed a lot of outdoor gyms on the beach, along with few volleyball nets and showers.

There were nice beachside cafes, with a lot of options for sandwitches and coconut-water and chilled beer.

Across the road, there was a nice roadside market, where you could buy inexpensive clothes, stone jeweleries, bikinis, shorts, wrap-arounds, and very tasty lemon-honey tea if you are up for it. It was very interesting when we asked an oldish lady if she could tell where we belong to - and she immediately replied in her broken but not bad English - "India!!". It was surprising to know how easy it was. Upon further inquiry, she told us that Indian soap operas were so popular in Brazil that they knew a lot about Indians. Now I know it's probably not the best idea to let them know all about our Saas and Bahus, but it was funny nonetheless.

Sand and the pavement with the famous black and white wave patterns (you can't see it here though).

While returning to the hotel (two blocks from the beach, we ventured to try one of the many fruit/sandwich stalls which you can find at every corner. We had read about açaí - a very nutritional fruit (berry) of South America, and we had to try it. Communication was almost impossible with the helpful guy serving across the counter, but understanding that we did not speak or read Portuguese, he produced a menu in English from somewhere, and we indicated a sandwich and then pointed to somebody having something we thought (correctly) was açaí pulp. Locals love it, and many have it in the breakfast with granola/cereals. I guess it takes a while to get used to the taste, or may be we had already eaten a lot, we struggled to finish one serving between two of us.

Heading back to the hotel, we were happy but still anxious. We had finally breathed and spent a day alrady. Our room was small but clean and it was not too long before we fell asleep.

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Since we were going to spend just one more day in Rio, it was decided to take a full day city-tour. I hate doing this, but we had few choices, and this was the best way to get a glimpse of the great city. We would surely come back to 'explore' it, wouldn't we? (Would we? But, but there are many more places to see!).

So off we went to the Sugarloaf mountain, thusly named (probably) because it raises from sea into air about 1300 feet like a loaf of sugar. We took the cable car (rope way) to the top as it's the only way to reach.

It provides great vantage point to see the great city sprawling below you, with sea on one side, harbor on the other, and the famous statue of Jesus far away in the distance on the other side. Only downside is that it's full of, well, tourists (isn't it awesome to bitch about everybody else while being one of them??).

Clean sparkling streets of some upscale area of Rio.

Graffiti of the city.

Before going to the main 'attraction' of the Chirst statue, we stopped at the Rio cathedral - a bit of unusual structure for a cathedral.

Inside, it has four stained glass window going all the way upto 200ft.

Last destination was the statue of Christ the Redeemer, located at the top of the Corcovado mountain. A magnificent 130ft statue, overlooking the whole city, as if protecting it. It's symbol of Rio, and looks as impressive at the close range as it looks in those panoramic pictures.

You can take a train or choose to walk. We took the train.

On a clear day, you have a great view all around, but we were not that lucky. In fact, the statue was almost lost in the fog most of the time, but every now and then, it cleared and one could see the full statue. It was funny how very suddenly a lot of cameras were fired as soon as the view cleared. Sometimes we want to store the memories in the hard drive rather than inside our head or heart.

So that was that for the great city of Rio - the next day, we would take a flight to Iguasu airport, in anticipation of the next wonder.

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Toco!

2011-03-19T19:39:00.002-04:00

Toco Tucan - the most colorful bird I have ever seen, and my most favorite too.

@ Arancua lodge, Pantanal.

Fenced

2011-03-19T19:35:00.002-04:00

@ Arancua lodge, Pantanal, Brazil

Looking out

2011-03-19T19:25:00.003-04:00

Looking out

Red Light

2011-03-15T09:14:00.002-04:00

Camera: Holga 135
Rajasthan, India

Chores

2011-02-25T05:10:00.002-05:00

Near Sawai Madhopur, Rajasthan, India.

Hiding

2011-02-19T23:24:00.005-05:00

Great Egret (Casmerodius albus) at Ranthambhore National Park, Rajasthan, India.

Red and Blue

2011-01-22T12:10:00.001-05:00

Holga loves Red and Blue

Rain!

2011-01-09T14:08:00.001-05:00

Raining light bulbs.

Camera:N900

Serenity

2011-01-01T14:24:00.002-05:00

Seven Lakes Drive, NY
Holga 135

Warm and Cold

2011-01-01T14:19:00.002-05:00

@ Poconos, PA

Canon 350D 50mm f1.4

Imminence

2010-12-12T18:33:00.001-05:00

5 minutes before landing at EWR, New Jersey.

Manhole

2010-12-12T18:25:00.001-05:00

Montreal, Summer 2010.

Camera: Holga 135BC

Graffiti @ Chinatown

2010-11-28T19:58:00.002-05:00

Graffiti, Chinatown, NYC

Brazil notes 1 - On we go (and why I hate AA)

2010-09-25T14:29:00.020-04:00

It had been five years since my last (and only) international trip, and we both had been itching to go to Amazon for years. Finally we put in vacation dates in advance and made sure we had no excuse not to go to Brazil this year.

Visa process was straight-forward and took us no time to get two new shiny visas stamped on our passports. It's not expensive either (I think we paid 40 dollars or something), but if you are a US citizen, they charge you 135$ or something, in response to US charging as high fees for the visa to Brazilians (talk about tit-for-tat!).

Now Brazil is a big, big country (more than 2.5 times the size of India) and offers a lot of possibilities for traveling. It was a difficult job to plan how best to spend the 10 days we had. After exchanging very large number of emails with our travel agent and long hours on net searching and researching (during which I bailed out leaving Sheetal to deal with the whole thing), we managed to include Rio, Iguassu (or Iguazu or Iguaçu) Falls, Pantanal and Amazon Basin. This meant we wouldn't be going to Lençóis Maranhenses or Jijoca de Jericoacoara in the north east, or the northern and more popular area of Amazon rain forest around touristy Manaus, and it was OK (no, not really).

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So on to the first destination - the great city of Rio.

The part I hate the most during such trips is the first long flight to your entry point. I hate traveling by air, especially in the paranoid country like the US. Whole circus of security checks (the day is not too far when we all will have to go completely naked through the security checkpoints), waits, delays, and total incompetency of airlines to boot - all together makes a very nasty experience. Especially when you are flying American Airlines. I don't remember flying AA without problems, ever.

After getting dropped at the Newark airport from our ever helpful friends Yaz and Anbreen, we had two hours to kill. Just before leaving, in a moment of craziness, I had thrown in 1248 page long and 2 kg heavy "The Gonzo Papers Anthology" by Hunter Thompson (a bible of Gonzo journalism), and was already thanking my wise self for the foresight - the flight was already delayed by 45 minutes.

There is something about waiting at the gate for delayed flights. Being inside the airport already makes people behave like crazies. And when the flights are late and the wait is long, you can sense the crazies are slowly turning into zombies. And those little kids who looked cute just five minutes ago turn into nasty little zombies.

Anyway, so, they finally announced the flight. Instantly, 300 people formed 30 very orderly queues. We joined the slowest one (isn't that always the case?) stumbled along and found the seats. I don't know about you, but for me, by the time I reach my seat, I feel as if I have just completed a triathlon and have come in last, two hours later than everybody else! No matter how early I board the flight, everybody else magically appears sitting after stashing their 500 various pieces of baggage in every available overhead space, looking at you all smug and satisfied. Those early-a$$holes!

Anyway, we inserted ourselves into the seats.

And waited.. for 30 more minutes, and then one hour more after a gazillion announcements that they found a mechanical problems and were fixing it. Really? Out of all 200000 flights scheduled in that hour, only ours had to have a problem? When we had just 3 hours to make our connection in Miami and were already delayed? We were still giving benefit of the doubt to AA, just hoping they did not cancel the flight. They didn't and we took off, already two hours late. Finally. YAY! We should be able to make the connection now, we had almost an hour to do that!

No. What is AA if not a bunch of a$$holes? THEY COULD NOT FIND A GATE at Miami!!!?? We further waited for 20-30 more minutes before finally emerging out of that morgue. Next step? To run and catch the flight - if they had not already closed the gate.

Now, Miami is a huge airport and about 1200 different terminals over 5000 miles of distance. Naturally, we were at one end the airport and had to go to the one exactly opposite of it to catch the flight.

There is something about people coming out of a delayed flight when they have to make an urgent connection. They are at their most vulnerable self and would start running in the direction they see many others running. Like Douglas Adams said, if you are lost out on the road, just follow anybody who you think knows where he is going. This strategy works fine, but only until you see some other people running in exactly opposite direction. And while all this chaos was going on, I am sure AA people were laughing their ass off, or even betting which ones were going to miss their flights. Bastards.

Anyway. So, we ran all 5000 miles in like 10 minutes - following various arrows pointing in opposite directions, in and out of the terminals, zigging and zagging, just like rabbits being chased by mad hounds. Breathless, we finally made our connection, after another security circus - just in time - because the TAM flight to Rio was late too. Phew!!

Eight hours to go, packed like sardines in that little box 40000 ft above in the air, breathing the recycled air, being fed some foul food. Finally we landed in Rio, with paining neck and muscles, constipated and sleepless. But we had made it! We were in Rio! Just get the luggage, find the guy waiting for you and start your great vacation, right? WRONG!!! AA was not done fucking around with us. No way. They managed to keep our luggage in Miami. Yes. We were in Rio sans our luggage and clothes and all that.

"I hate AA" is a gross understatement. I don't hate them - I abhor them, I loathe them. If the company goes down tomorrow, I would be first cheering up and down like a little girl in a pink frock screaming like crazy on top of my lung.

After waiting for half an hour for our luggage, realization happened upon us that we were fucked. We eventually managed to find somebody who did not speak a word of English, convey our problems with a lot of dramatic gestures and logged our lost baggage complaint - all thanks to a fellow Brazilian passenger who too was done over by AA and translated for us. (Muaaaaaaahhh!)

One to two hour late, but finally we managed to walk out of the door. A tall Carioca with a "Joshi/Pandit" placard was waiting for us.

And he said "Welcome to Rio!!"

Wet Sunset

2010-09-24T12:39:00.002-04:00

Sunset in the Cristalino River, Amazon Basin.

Cobblestone

2010-08-02T23:53:00.002-04:00

Camera: Nokia N900

Wet Paint

2010-08-02T23:47:00.001-04:00

Tourists

2010-08-02T23:42:00.001-04:00

Towering

2010-06-27T22:24:00.002-04:00

Towering.

Camera: Holga 135.

Red

2010-04-20T21:13:00.002-04:00

Red.

Illusion

2010-03-15T11:27:00.001-04:00

Illusion.

A 'double exposure' shot.

@ Havelock, Andaman Nicobar, India.

Progress

2010-03-08T13:02:00.001-05:00

Progress - one tire at a time.

Meeting

2010-02-23T00:01:00.003-05:00

Meeting, in company of a tree and a dog.

Near a village of the Bhal area, Gujarat, India.

Songs of the river

2010-02-22T12:20:00.004-05:00

Any time I see a boat on the water in India, crossing a river, it always reminds of SD Burman songs. Quite a number of Bangla folk-ish tunes with his voice have become timeless classics!

This was shot at river Narmada, taken from NH8 (the so called Golden Bridge).

Bangalore ride

2010-02-15T13:11:00.003-05:00

The effect is purely due to the fact that I took this from an auto rikshaw.

Good times...

2010-02-13T01:57:00.001-05:00

Experimenting with long exposure, double exposures.

At Peco's, Bangalore, India.

The same, but different

2010-02-11T01:26:00.003-05:00

Why is there no word to describe "same, but different"?

Choice

2010-02-09T01:15:00.002-05:00

Welcome

2010-02-02T00:35:00.001-05:00

one ring at a time

2010-02-01T12:25:00.003-05:00

Got milk?

2010-02-01T06:00:00.001-05:00

hopeless?

2010-02-01T05:48:00.003-05:00

Vast

2010-02-01T02:42:00.002-05:00

freedom

2010-01-16T00:32:00.001-05:00

Conversation

2009-12-31T14:52:00.002-05:00

Possibilities

2009-12-28T03:00:00.001-05:00

Waiting

2009-12-28T02:49:00.001-05:00

The Bride

2009-11-26T16:28:00.002-05:00

At a Gujarati wedding, Gondal, Gujarat, India. 2008.

A typical fall hike

2009-11-26T16:17:00.000-05:00

The world upside down. Leaves on the ground, trees bare. A typical fall hike.

Athen

2009-11-26T16:02:00.001-05:00

Athen, the hike leader.

Black River Hike, New Jersey. Fall 09

Old times...?

2009-11-26T15:45:00.003-05:00

At a horse show, Bhavnagar, Gujarat, India. Feb, 2008.

Standing tall...

2009-11-18T08:11:00.003-05:00

Standing tall. And alone.

Somewhere in TN, India.

Elegence

2009-11-16T07:54:00.001-05:00

Black bucks of Velavadar National Park, Gujarat, India. Its a sanctuary of small size, but has large number of these elegant animals.

Aftermath

2009-11-15T12:17:00.003-05:00

Aftermath.

Location: Black River Hike (Cooper Mill, Chester, NJ).

Three legs...

2009-11-11T20:51:00.004-05:00

An unintended shot - the third leg is just illusion here. NYC is not yet raided by aliens.

Took this long exposure shot - very much experimental, from the Holga. There was a long queue at 53rd and 6th, at the hugely popular rice platter joint. I had parked myself with rest of the hopeless hungry crowd. To be frank, it is overrated. Have had it much better at a lot of places.

Confirms my belief that I should always stay clear from anything too popular. More than often, it's just mass hysteria.

Different reds

2009-11-11T20:50:00.001-05:00

Car red. Brick red.

United we stand...

2009-11-11T16:16:00.000-05:00

हाथों में तेरा हाथ

2009-10-25T22:31:00.004-04:00

Together. You, by me.

Reminds me of few lines from "बावरा मन" of movie "हजारो ख्वाहिशें ऐसी" :

बावरे से इस जहाँ में बावरा एक साथ हो
इस सायानी भीड़ में बस हाथों में तेरा हाथ हो

Office Space

2009-08-30T19:41:00.003-04:00

I always wanted to capture this, at my office. Just love how the lines connect to each other.

Holga added its own eccentricities in this one. It came out to be way more melancholic, but I like it this way.

Camera: Holga135

Red

2009-08-28T00:53:00.002-04:00

Red. With contrasting sky. From my new Holga 135 - best 65$ I have invested.

Sale...

2009-08-23T17:46:00.001-04:00

This is from my cheap and exciting new film camera - Holga135. I think I am going to love it. One of the first attempts.

Together

2009-07-06T21:59:00.004-04:00

© Gaurav Pandit

Don't know - I never liked flowers in gardens, or in somebody's house. It's like watching fishes in a fish tanks.

Now this bunch, I found them at Ghost Lake (Jenny Jump State Park, NJ). I like them much more. They may not have that pleasant smell, they may not be that exotic. But they are happier there. Where nobody cares.

Camping

2009-07-05T14:07:00.001-04:00

Summer. Camping time.

Jenny Jump State Park, NJ

Lunch anyone??

2009-06-27T09:56:00.000-04:00

Summer time

2009-06-27T09:44:00.002-04:00

Again...

2009-06-22T00:41:00.002-04:00

It depends on how you look at it. I told you so.

An easy hike from Jenny Jump led to this beautiful lake, inaptly called Ghost Lake. As if that is not enough, the road along the lake is called Shades of Death Road. I am sure this is a good place for ghosts to hang out at.

Place: Ghost Lake, Jenny Jump, NJ

Bugged...

2009-06-17T23:28:00.003-04:00

Bugged, anyone?

Place: Gir forest, Gujarat, India

Narrow...

2009-06-14T12:51:00.001-04:00

After all, it all depends on how you look at it.

Resting

2009-06-11T21:43:00.001-04:00

Ah.. now resting, those rain drops.
After traveling thousands of feet straight down.

She

2009-06-08T11:50:00.001-04:00

She is back. After her trip to India.

Table on a rainy day

2009-06-05T10:45:00.002-04:00

Tourists

2009-06-04T15:15:00.006-04:00

Sometimes, tourists points are more about tourists than the place.

Here, amidst the spectacular of Prismatic hot springs at Yellowstone National Park, human presence provides its own spectacular. Each admiring the beauty in his/her own way. Also, each adding what I call "noise" to the "signal".

My take on nature and us - the tourist - is more of the Schrodinger's cat paradox. We have to be there to admire the beauty and charm of the place. But as soon as we are there (especially in throngs), we take the 'natural' element away.

Now only if I can find a way to make myself invisible. Until then, I too am just a noise.

Deserted

2009-06-03T14:41:00.008-04:00

Probably there was a time someone was looking out of that window. Who knows? All hopeful on a nice spring morning, breathing fresh air? What is left now is a deserted, overgrown, empty frame.

Try hard, and you will find ghosts.

Another day at work

2009-06-02T09:19:00.004-04:00

Just another day at work.

Drops...

2009-06-02T00:55:00.004-04:00

Drops! Can't get tired of taking pictures of rain drops. Some in focus, some not. Art imitates life?

Innocense

2009-06-01T19:07:00.008-04:00

Those eyes! If you have not already melted, please go and get a heart for fuck sake!

Anyways.

So, this dude just turned up one day at the backdoor and refused to go away - especially after I let him use my legs as scratchposts. And milk. I would have loved to take him inside and keep forever. But let's just say I could not do that. Thinking he had just forgotten his way to his home, I took him outside - on the street. (Ever heard of walking a cat?!!) I ran away while he was busy looking under a car. Guess what? After half an hour, he was hanging at the door frame, meowing furiously - "Let me in, you asshole!" style.

Long story short. I put a box with some linen etc in it - to keep him warm overnight. He was there the next morning. And in the afternoon, and evening. I took him in for a day. Giving him to the public (kill) shelter would have been a disaster if they could not find a home in few days. So, finally, my cat-loving and cat-keeping neighbors took him in for few days. Now he is away to a pet-friendly shop, all nice and clean. Still looking in your eyes with those soul-piercing innocent look he knows to put on. Hope he finds a nice home.

They called him Boo-boo. We called him Lucky Singh.

Choice

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Choice - Between life and death.