Trip..and fall.

Are we gonna ask the questions that scare me? Are we gonna break the bonds of silence? Will I find the truth in my relection? Will I see the meaning of my defiance?...

Pentagram.



Reminds me of the trip.Murshidabad.
Didn't sound happening at first.
Lets see.
Seven girls.
non-alcoholic.
The yelping and jumpy types.
Teamed up with the rest of the class.
The H.O.D and a newbie teacher thrown in.

Lets see.There was this spooky tree on the terrace of the hotel where we had put up.
There was this palace with a thousand doors right outside our window.

And There were the dilapidated ruins.The long forgotten mosques.The place was enchanting.
Best was the arrangement of our accomodation.At first,dormitories had been decided upon.But taking into consideration ..the "say no to alcohol"..n "say no to doping"..attitude of our group,along with the jumpy attitude which is not just limited to the way we walk..[:|]..and the rest of the class notwithstanding....we decieded to take a room.One room with a clean loo,shared by the seven of us.The loo was of course public..coz the dormitory loos were reserved for the puke party....the after math of the booze party.

So the seven of us had quite a time.Say for instance,sight seeing,clicking pictures,playing pictionary ...

Of course we dint sleep.The "rest" of the class were partying hard.Of course we were invited.We chose to say no thank you ..of course.We did rather play pictionary.We are the goodie types you see.

And the tree.I swear.I thought the tree is gonna haunt my dreams for like forever.Best was the conversation we had.At five in the morning.About Doom's day..and the world coming to an end.With smoke and fog in the background.The chilly december breeze to aggravate the ambience..and the tree of course.

And then the "shooting-the-sunrise" episode followed.After walking around for one hour in biting cold to figure out the perfect location for shooting...the Sun did not rise.I mean it did..but we couldn't shoot... because of the fog.

But twas fun.Specially so because the trip was quite a tear jerker.All of us cried .At least once.For different reasons.So we are also the teary/silly types.I cried because ..err ..umm..its silly..but I cried because I coudnt visit a tomb.It was yet another one of those ruins...we were getting late ..and nobody was all that excited about visiting dilapidated buildings.So they decided to go ahead.

The tonga ride was amazing.Though i was shit scared the tonga was going to break.I reached a realization,A tonga is anyday better than a hand pulled ricksha.


Thats about it.Ah yes..am not that much of a photography person..but dunno what got into me.Maybe it was the borrowed digi-cam.....I clicked like MAD.