THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Odds & ends

I've been away from Bloggerville doing many different things. I've traveled a lot this month (both for work and for pleasure). I still have a lot of catching up to do with all the blogs i frequent.

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My two best friends - the Devil and the Scarecrow- got hitched on the 20th. I had my work cut out as the Devil's appointed photographer. She is a pretty little Devil but with the Scarecrow by her side, she looked her evil best. ;-) She'd promised to smile for my camera ONLY and since she broke her word, it's perhaps a good time to tell her that i was bumping beers with the Scarecrow groom until 3:00 am, just hours before the wedding. :D
I wish the very best for them. I hope they like the photographs.


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The magazine (Balyam Kosam) which was to print a photograph i'd shot has its latest issue in print with the photograph on the front page. Another magazine (Transmission Lines) has requested a travelogue with photographs. Transmission Lines has already printed a couple of book reviews i've written on "My Temporary Son" and "Maus". These magazines have small readership/circulation; nonetheless it's exciting to see your work and name in print. It's a different high. :-)

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I donated blood yesterday. While i lay on the bed thinking random thoughts and playing with numbers as is my wont, i gave myself a new goal in life. I want to donate blood for the 50th time on my 50th birthday. Counting down from... 47... :-)

EDIT / UPDATE 27/12/2008: Added photo.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Closure

Light many lamps and gather round his bed.
Lend him your eyes, warm blood, and will to live.
Speak to him; rouse him; you may save him yet.
He's young; he hated War; how should he die
When cruel old campaigners win safe through?
But death replied: 'I choose him.' So he went,
And there was silence in the summer night;
Silence and safety; and the veils of sleep.
Then, far away, the thudding of the guns.

-Siegfried Sassoon