My World and My Thoughts

F 16 - a small piece of history

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Sun, 26 Jan 2014 07:04:00 +0000

This particular USAF Fighter Jet F-16C 'Fighting Falcon' has a past history where it almost got totally destroyed. The brief details are given below.

Country = United States Air Force
Home = Misawa Air Base, Japan
Fighter Wing = 35th
Fighter Squadron = 14th
Tail Tag = WW (Wild Weasel)
Tail Emblem = "Fighting' Samurai"
Aircraft Number = 90-824
Fighter Jet Model = Lockheed F-16C

This jet was returning home to Misawa AB, Japan after participating in
COPE INDIA 2005, KALAIKUNDA AIR FORCE BASE, WEST BENGAL, INDIA.

On its way home to Japan, this aircraft had to make an emergency landing at the Ninoy Aquino International Airport in Manila, the Philippines on November 22, 2005 due to hydraulic and electrical malfunctions. Pilot of this fighter jet was unharmed.

At Hill AFB, Utah, USA on 12th July, 1993
www.f-16.net/g3/f-16-photos/album38/album64/aok

Arriving in Australia on 24th Feb, 2013
www.f-16.net/g3/f-16-photos/album38/album69/90-0824

Thanks 3Point141

Six years and counting...

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Tue, 26 Nov 2013 17:11:00 +0000

In this world of Facebook and online matrimony it’s all started with a classified ad in a local newspaper 7 years back. They met for the first time when the boy with his family visited girl's home. Both the families agreed and marriage was arranged. They got married after an year and started new life.

The boy from cosmopolitan background and working in a MNC… spending time and money with friends… living life... life was good for him… care free… without any liabilities… being the only child was a spoilt brat !!

The girl from a well cultured family is a perfect homemaker… didn’t have any complication as girls have now a day. She is a very good kathak classical dancer and enjoyed his life with friends and music !!

Both don’t have any relations even from family side before they got married. Over that both of them are totally opposite:

Girl like romantic Bollywood movies like DDLJ and like to live in her dreams whereas boy liked Hollywood action movies…
Girl was very emotional and sensitive but boy lost touch with emotions and lived life on facts, reasoning, analysis…
Both have different taste of food… colors… outfit… even places for holiday…
There are many… list is endless…

Is this relation bound to flourish?? I doubt… I think… NO!! I am sure it’s a matter of time they will be separated… and will live their life as they wish…

But, destiny decided something else… both set sail on a catamaran with a broken sail… destination… crossing the ocean called LIFE!! In rough seas complimented each other so that they are still sailing… spent time understanding each other and even given space so that they can get themselves together… celebrated even little successes and prayed to god when sun shined brightly!!

They were blessed with a little angel… a messenger from god… she rolled… she crawled… she walked… she ran… and showed how god want them to live life…
That girl grown to a loving caring mother, amazing wife, loving daughter in law but still a carefree daughter. The boy matured into a father, responsible son, a caring husband and of course a professionally successful individual.

Life teaches many lessons… some hard way… some without so hard way… and…
Log saath milte gaye aur kafila banta gaya!!

It’s been just six year journey… let’s take care of broken sail and catamaran together for rest of our life… as we did…

Thanks Antara for this wonderful journey… and congrats for completing six years with me

Happy 6th Marriage Anniversary!!

Sachin Syndrome... need a fix...

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Tue, 19 Nov 2013 17:50:00 +0000

Sachin Tendulkar started playing cricket... now a legend... not a god !!
friends lets wish him all the best for his retirement life... and lets move on...
many says he made India proud... But I have slightly different perspective !!

1. it is well known then whenever he scored India lost... :) ... he never played well in crunch games... like world cup quarter... semis and finals...
2. India never won any Olympics, Asian games medal for cricket (it is never a recognized sports at world theater) and at last due to brilliance of team India won world cup. Go back and check he doesn't have any significance in world cup winning.
3. He didn't involved in any significant social cause which is recognized by any world organisation.
4. We all had seen that he was never seen standing along with teammates in times of crisis and always been well known to play safe.
5. He is a failed captain and we all know that his performance degraded during his captaincy and also team didn't do good during his tenure. He left his captaincy to concentrate his performance (quiet a selfish act).
6. He is in news for his own achievements... let it be number of runs scored or money he has earned from brand endorsement or now getting a Bharat Ratna award... we all know Bharat Ratna is all about money and reference... it doesn't have any credibility now.
7. Being a RS member I have never seen attending session leave aside dedicating his time for society and taking up issue of society in Rajya Sabha... I wont be surprised if he declare his candidature for Lok Sabha election next year.
8. Don Bradman faced bodyline and became a legend unlike Sachin... we know how many times he has struggled in his career. He didn't have a spotless career...
9. Sachin don't have 6 sixes record in a over of Yuvraj... he didn't blown out Pakistan in Multan like Virender Sehwag... he don't have 10 wicket record like Kumble...

He is not Sir... He is not Maharaja... he is not Tiger... he is not Lion... he is not Express... he is not a leader...

So relax guys... he is like any rich citizens of our poor country (India)...
Lets move on... let him live his life and die without a trace...

I am Rich

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Tue, 23 Apr 2013 17:19:00 +0000

It's all started on 11th July 2013, the day I created Flickr account added one photo in it...

Now, almost 6 years I don't remember if I have missed any moment to capture and preserve. There are many online photo albums but somehow Flickr is the one I liked the most.
It is quiet a nostalgic journey for me with mixed emotions... came across so many beautiful souls...

After capturing and preserving 820 moments... Now I can say

I am Rich

	My First Post
	This is the picture I realized that photography not all about camera but it is something else.
	These ladies are farmers who crossed river every morning to local market to sell their vegetables; after the by 11 am they return home and start their daily course taking care of the family.
	This shot taken in the morning using a point and shoot in front of Howrah Railway Station.
	My dream come true... Hollywood
	Last one I uploaded today of my recent visit to Ooty... amazing

Unishe April (19th April) Bengali Movie

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Sun, 17 Jun 2012 08:46:00 +0000

This is one my favorite movie and in youtube this movie is in pieces; just getting it together:

Mumbai Attack - An inside view

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 12:11:00 +0000

I came across this touching documentary related to Mumbai Attack. Its a log dong documentary, take some free time out and watch it. I bet you will see a very different world.

Sawan Barse - Tarse Dil (YouTube)

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 15:50:00 +0000

This been one of my fav song... love s the wording and composition... and now in monsoon it's irresistible not to share this song with you all !!

Watch and enjoy !!
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India - Monsoon

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 10:09:00 +0000

Today from morning it rained heavily… As usual I am so lazy that I couldn’t start for my work before 10:30 am…

That costed me badly… entered my office totally drenched !!

This is just the starting of monsoon season in this western part of India… After some time it will rain like cats and dogs soaking each and every life !!

What a relief from dry hot summer… monsoon has finally arrived !!

In her dreams... In front of her shadow !!

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 13:00:00 +0000

This is the first time I tried with lights and shadow and also for a portrait. I tried to take a picture that can be sketched or painted with perfection.
For me the challenge was to keep minimum number of contour lines but with maximum expression.

For me this is one of my very expressive picture... can't put in words but feel that still conveyed to you.

New Year Postcard from INDIA

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Wed, 31 Dec 2008 11:59:00 +0000

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. ~ Rabindranath Tagore

WISH YOU ALL VERY HAPPY AND PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR !!

Darwin's Sixth Law to Glory

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 08:39:00 +0000

Darwin's Sixth Law to Glory, originally uploaded by Жuntal.

Last Wednesday, at our regular hangout place things turned wild.

Someone popped up this "Darwin's Sixth Law to Glory"...

What’s that??

Suppose all women in this planet would be a Perfect clone of each other... then what will happen??

1. Suicide rate will be down by 70%
2. Divorce rate will be negligible
3. Crime rate in schools and colleges will be down by 90%
4. Overall crime rate will be almost halved
5. Husbands wallet won't empty drastically behind cosmetics and garments
6. Depression cases will be down by 60%
7. Jealousy among the women will be minimal
8. Although show business will be badly hit... but on the other hand individual will tend to focus their energy towards leading a good life and also towards science and technology. This will be beneficial to the human race in future.

Someone asked: Where is the forth and fifth law??

And the answer is "This is a futuristic and optimistic Law... hence forth and fifth law are kept open for any present law that need to be added"

Would love if you all add up below all the pros and cons of it.

NOTE: - This is purely fictitious and came out of the wildest heads of us. This is not to hurt anyone's sentiments. Women are surely invited to give their views and any suggestion of the amendment of this law will be appreciated.

Perfection

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Mon, 15 Sep 2008 08:19:00 +0000

Perfection, originally uploaded by Жuntal.

A gentleman once visited a temple under construction where he saw a sculptor making an idol of God. Suddenly he noticed a similar idol lying nearby.

Surprised, he asked the sculptor, "Do you need two statues of the same idol?" "No," said the sculptor without looking up, "We need only one, but the first one got damaged at the last stage."

The gentleman examined the idol and found no apparent damage. "Where is the damage?" he asked. "There is a scratch on the nose of the idol." said the sculptor, still busy with his work.

"Where are you going to install the idol?" The sculptor replied that it would be installed on a pillar twenty feet high. "If the idol is that far, who is going to know that there is a scratch on the nose?" the gentleman asked.

The sculptor stopped his work, looked up at the gentleman, smiled and said, "I know it and God knows it!"

The desire to excel should be exclusive of the fact whether someone appreciates it or not. "Excellence" is a drive from inside, not outside. Excel at a task today - not necessarily for someone else to notice but for your own satisfaction!!

Lets Celebrate the independence

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 10:50:00 +0000

Lets Celebrate the independence, originally uploaded by Жuntal.

Place: Nathula pass (Indo-China border) ; SIkkim ; India

I came across this article sometime back felt like sharing this with you all:

A REAL life incidence

Vivek Pradhan was not a happy man. Even the plush comfort of the air-conditioned compartment of the Shatabdhi express could not cool his frayed nerves. He was the Project Manager and still not entitled to air travel. It was not the prestige he sought; he had tried to reason with the admin person, it was the savings in time. As PM, he had so many things to do!!
He opened his case and took out the laptop, determined to put the time to some good use.

"Are you from the software industry sir," the man beside him was staring appreciatively at the laptop. Vivek glanced briefly and mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now with exaggerated care and importance as if it were an expensive car.

"You people have brought so much advancement to the country, Sir. Today everything is getting computerized."

"Thanks," smiled Vivek, turning around to give the man a look. He always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young and stockily built like a sportsman. He looked simple and strangely out of place in that little lap of luxury like a small town boy in a prep school. He probably was a railway sportsman making the most of his free traveling pass.

"You people always amaze me," the man continued, "You sit in an office and write something on a computer and it does so many big things outside."

Vivek smiled deprecatingly. Naive ness demanded reasoning not anger. "It is not as simple as that my friend. It is not just a question of writing a few lines. There is a lot of process that goes behind it."

For a moment, he was tempted to explain the entire Software Development Lifecycle but restrained himself to a single statement. "It is complex, very complex."

"It has to be. No wonder you people are so highly paid," came the reply.

This was not turning out as Vivek had thought. A hint of belligerence crept into his so far affable, persuasive tone. "

Everyone just sees the money. No one sees the amount of hard work we have to put in. Indians have such a narrow concept of hard work. Just because we sit in an air-conditioned office, does not mean our brows do not sweat. You exercise the muscle; we exercise the mind and believe me that is no less taxing."

He could see, he had the man where he wanted, and it was time to drive home the point.

"Let me give you an example. Take this train. The entire railway reservation system is computerized. You can book a train ticket between any two stations from any of the hundreds of computerized booking centres across the country.

Thousands of transactions accessing a single database, at a time concurrently; data integrity, locking, data security. Do you understand the complexity in designing and coding such a system?"

The man was awestruck; quite like a child at a planetarium. This was something big and beyond his imagination.

"You design and code such things."

"I used to," Vivek paused for effect, "but now I am the Project Manager."

"Oh!" sighed the man, as if the storm had passed over,

"so your life is easy now."

This was like the last straw for Vivek. He retorted, "Oh come on, does life ever get easy as you go up the ladder. Responsibility only brings more work.

Design and coding! That is the easier part. Now I do not do it, but I am responsible for it and believe me, that is far more stressful. My job is to get the work done in time and with the highest quality.

To tell you about the pressures, there is the customer at one end, always changing his requirements, the user at the other, wanting something else, and your boss, always expecting you to have finished it yesterday."

Vivek paused in his diatribe, his belligerence fading with self-realization. What he had said, was not merely the outburst of a wronged man, it was the truth. And one need not get angry while defending the truth.

"My friend," he concluded triumphantly, "you don't know what it is to be in the Line of Fire".

The man sat back in his chair, his eyes closed as if in realization. When he spoke after sometime, it was with a calm certainty that surprised Vivek.

"I know sir.... I know what it is to be in the Line of Fire......."
He was staring blankly, as if no passenger, no train existed, just a vast expanse of time.

"There were 30 of us when we were ordered to capture Point 4875 in the cover of the night.

The enemy was firing from the top.

There was no knowing where the next bullet was going to come from and for whom.

In the morning when we finally hoisted the tricolour at the top only 4 of us were alive."

"You are a...?"

"I am Subedar Sushant from the 13 J&K Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 in Kargil. They tell me I have completed my term and can opt for a soft assignment.

But, tell me sir, can one give up duty just because it makes life easier.

On the dawn of that capture, one of my colleagues lay injured in the snow, open to enemy fire while we were hiding behind a bunker.

It was my job to go and fetch that soldier to safety. But my captain sahib refused me permission and went ahead himself.

He said that the first pledge he had taken as a Gentleman Cadet was to put the safety and welfare of the nation foremost followed by the safety and welfare of the men he commanded... ....his own personal safety came last, always and every time."

"He was killed as he shielded and brought that injured soldier into the bunker. Every morning thereafter, as we stood guard, I could see him taking all those bullets, which were actually meant for me . I know sir....I know, what it is to be in the Line of Fire."

Vivek looked at him in disbelief not sure of how to respond. Abruptly, he switched off the laptop.

It seemed trivial, even insulting to edit a Word document in the presence of a man for whom valor and duty was a daily part of life; valour and sense of duty which he had so far attributed only to epical heroes.

The train slowed down as it pulled into the station, and Subedar Sushant picked up his bags to alight.

"It was nice meeting you sir."

Vivek fumbled with the handshake.

This hand... had climbed mountains, pressed the trigger, and hoisted the tricolour. Suddenly, as if by impulse, he stood up at attention and his right hand went up in an impromptu salute.

It was the least he felt he could do for the country.

PS: The incident he narrated during the capture of Peak 4875 is a true-life incident during the Kargil war. Capt. Batra sacrificed his life while trying to save one of the men he commanded, as victory was within sight. For this and various other acts of bravery, he was awarded the “Param Vir Chakra”, the nation's highest military award.

Live humbly, there are great people around us, let us learn!

Death is a Poetry

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 12:56:00 +0000

Death is a Poetry, originally uploaded by Жuntal.

Death is a poetry
With every fading pulse...
When life goes to sleep !!

Time seems stood still
Neither dawn nor dusk
Neither day nor night

Soul starts the journey again
On it's endless quest
On it's endless search...

I inspire myself... with my fingers crossed...

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 09:48:00 +0000

I inspire myself... with my fingers crossed..., originally uploaded by Жuntal.

Took this picture in Black white mode in 1600 ISO and no flash used. Due to this the graininess in the picture is quiet prominent.

This picture shows a very common nature on us humans... when we think we seldom keep our fingers crossed which shows subconsciously don’t let out mind get diverted from the topic.

F Nbr: F/5.6
Shutter Speed: 1/30 sec
Focal Length: 55mm

Searching Soul

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 10:17:00 +0000

Searching Soul
Originally uploaded by Жuntal

She seemed to me lost in her thoughts irrespective been sitting with friends. Through this picture i want to show the simple human nature where we human weave an invisible world around us hidden from the others.

Specs:
F Nbr: F/10
Shutter Speed: 1/100 sec
Focal Length: 168mm

Echoes from my past !!

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 07:57:00 +0000

Echoes from my past !!
Originally uploaded by Жuntal

And, oh, how blessed is it thus to meet! To feel that vanished years have not estranged us, distance has not diminished love, that we are to each other even as we parted; to feel again the fond kiss, to hear once more the accents of a voice which to us has been for years so still,--a voice that brings with it the gush of memory! Past days flit before us; feelings, thoughts, hopes, we deemed were dead, all rise again, summoned by that secret witchery, the well-remembered though long silent voice. Let years, long, lingering, saddening years drag on their chain, let youth have given place to manhood, manhood to age, still will it be the same--the voice we once have loved, and deemed to us for ever still--oh, time, and grief, and blighted hope will be forgotten, and youth, in its undimmed and joyous beauty, its glow of generous feelings, its bright anticipations, all, all again be ours.

-Grace Aguilar

It is unexplainable....

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Tue, 29 Jan 2008 12:32:00 +0000

Panning the frozen landscape
Originally uploaded by Жџйтάζ Шereщolfen

This panaroma created from 6 separate pictures that I took but still couldn't achieve what actually thought of.

This is one of the northern most point of Sikkim (Yume Samdong) but popularly known as ZERO Point. The Indo-China border is hardly couple of km trek... temperature that time was around 5 degree below zero... landscape was frozen till the horizon... had trouble in breathing (why not we are at 16000 ft)... wind speed never remains below 20 km/h...

This is the place i was during my trip to North Sikkim couple of months back... After leaving Yumthang Vally we headed for ZERO Point... after traveling for an hour through the snow covered valleys our SUV suddenly stopped...

the road has ended... beyond that point there is wilderness and the snow covered Mighty Himalayas... at a distance the river was totally frozen...

I felt like i am in heaven... the chilling but pureness in the air filled the heart... that time I realized why this place is called Switzerland of the East... Never been to any place like this in my life time... felt like a kid playing in the arms of mother earth...

That time I felt like capture the moment... the feelings... the emotions... and preserve it all my life... then I took six snaps and stitched it and the output is in front of you....

I bet with my words and snaps still couldn't able to convey what I wanted... It is unexplainable....

THE CRIMSOM ICE

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 13:57:00 +0000

sunrise at 17000 ft
Originally uploaded by Жџйтάζ Шereщolfen

Lachung Village:

It's 5:30 am and chilling... I heard that yesterday night it was around 2 degree centigrade... even one of the cab driver told us that roads are closed beyond Lachen due to heavy snowfall... so after the morning course I inquired with the local guys der about the condition of our destination... Good newz... everything is fine der and the passes are clear... our destination... Yumthang Vally

By 6 am fully packed in the warm cloths I ventured outside my room... the temperature seems dropped few more degree in the later half of the night... But how can I miss it... this is the first time in my lifetime to witness the sunrise among the snow peak eastern Himalayas...

Its around 6:15 am... suddenly saw through my lens... the snow covered peak slowly started changing it's color... seems like sun rays started burning the snow... THE CRIMSON ICE

08-27-07: Sunday Morning

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Mon, 27 Aug 2007 19:34:00 +0000

FC College
Originally uploaded by Жџйтάζ Шereщolfen

0930 hrs: While packing up our stuffs after the football practice, I gave a call to my friend. I know he cursed me like anything to woke him up in the Sunday morning. He knew that in 30 mins he need to meet me for our pre-decided photography outing.

Then pushed off to FC Road CCD for a cup of coffee. Its was really relishing after 2 hrs of workout. After he came down we pushed off for FC College. The college is quiet old and well maintained and also got a really nice Botanical garden.

We spent approx 4 hrs there screening the almost empty campus there for some good frames... clicked quiet a few... sometimes admiring the architecture of the buildings... sometimes relishing the beauty of the nature... and sometimes running behind the butterfly for a frame...

some of them I already uploaded in flickr album... rest will be uploaded shortly... I must say after a long time really enjoyed this outing...

U Turn

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Wed, 08 Aug 2007 09:27:00 +0000

Saturday 0600 hrs: The sun is hardly out of his long slumber and for me this is first time in couple of years this that I am out of bed !! thought... Why the hell I committed them to join the football practice session !! I must have gone crazy that time... already after more than an hour of workout everyday i could hardly remain on my toes...

That Day and now... hardly a matter of a month but life seems to have taken a u-turn to those college days... when regular workout in gym with friends and then football practice session was the way to start the day !!! everyday...

Before this the regular routine was such that which i never wanted to have... go to office 11 am... by evening sit down at CCD with friends chatting away to glory... leave office by 10ish in the night... then again hangout with friends till one in the morning... doing nothing but bragging and bugging each other this includes the hours I spent on phone... But thats not the way i lived before that... life for me had been RAW.... CRUDE... ROUGH... PACEE... SPEED... CHALLENGING... DETERING... and with all sorts of UPZ and DOWNZ... more or less like a DIE HARD !!!

The main factors behind such a life are... FOOTBALL... TAEKONDO... WORKOUT... and above all the way we took up the work... for me and my friends I mean the school/college friends if we decided to do something... WE WILL DO IT !!! Let whatever be the case... starting from Lukkhagiri to covert operations to impressing a girl... I still remember that there was hardly any day left that I didn't had wrapped up knee or elbow or toe... forget about the cuts and bruises... that don't counts in it... for e.g. I had ligament tear in my right shoulder... left toe... right ankle... and not to forget I had a totally burned out left hand from Diwali crackers... but thats life... always happening... something or the other... mom n dad got fed-up with this...

But Football me is something else... Football I inherited from my dad... had represented the Services team outside India also... its 90 mins of Raw strength... Skill... Pace... Adrenaline Rush... Thudding heart... Drenching in sweat and blood... and after that you are dead as a dog !! This is the game where first 45 mins is just simple sports but then in the second half men are separated from boyz... this is the time in which your psychological toughness and physical strength comes out... there is a common saying if you want to watch quality football, then watch it from the second half !!!

Still remember the first time we participated in football tournament from our school... we the 12th std guys took on the Nees Wadia College guys... we lost it 3 goals to 1... but for us that was something to cheer... atleast we gone down fighting till the last man and held them back till the last minute... which was acknowledged by the crowd also !!

Its been almost 4 years that I had last put on my studs... but still when we took to the field by 7:15 in the morning... the adrenaline started flowing again in the blood... in next 2 n half hrs its been absolute fun... and by the time we packed up our practice session by 10... I was almost in my college days...

Now... I feel that I am living up to myself... the way I lived and looked the life... enough of the social stuffs and friendly masks... no more !!! Let me live the way I am... away from the pretenders... away from the bragging boxes...

Seems life another turn around in my life going on... I'm Loving it !!!!

Any man's character can be determined by two things !!!
The sports he play and the friends he play with !!!
... Johan Cem

Boyz Toyz (Photography)

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Mon, 16 Jul 2007 10:58:00 +0000

Photography... Photography... Photography...

Started with a simple auto focus camera which I had and hardly able to use it. There are basic few issues cash crunch... cant afford to spend my pocket money on buying the film... develop it... print it. That time I had to depend on my cousin brother for all these. I still remember how I preciously used each and every inch of the film.

Then after sometime he gifted me with YASHIKA FX-3 to use but still its been a costly business for me when I was just hardly earning... but yes perused with it.

Then when i got the much waited break in my professional life, I bought the SONY DSC-P73 cyber shot digital camera. That's one of the turning point in my photography. From this moment onwards I could take pics without any limitation of buying the Film... develop it... etc... just stretching my imagination and giving it a shape... Till date it's around 9000 pics I took from that camera and still going on !!

But After sometime I realized that my hands are tied down by the limitation of the features on the auto focus digital camera.. The flexibility that i needed for my photography is only possible in DSLR... at last three weeks back I got my new toy CANON EOS 350D DSLR...

Now flexing my Muscles... my imagination... my dreams...

Pleasant Surprize in life

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Wed, 11 Jul 2007 10:33:00 +0000

Now really off from blogging for sometime... was quiet busy with work and other personal stuffs... Sorry friends... but haven't stopped scribbling... my diary is getting overloaded with thoughts. I have also written about the souls around me and for one it's stretched to five pages but with the passage of time few of them lost it's presence to be uploaded in the blog... as this place is the reflection of my life...

But yes there are few with whom I can't afford to do the injustice by not writing about them... of them one is a gal... I call her Gorgeous sis or Baby or anything she popularly known as Chestu or khannee or Baby... and for her I am Kunu Bhai or simply Bhai ... couldn't get a better name?? seems very comic but above all the emotions that attached to it valued the most... she also calls me Sensitive Soul I don't know how cum she came into this conclusion.

First let me give you all a bit of her background... she just completed her B.Arch. and now got placed in an Architectural firm in Delhi... Her father is an Retd. IAF Officer... and her elder bro went outside India for further studies and then work...

As usual we met online and started our conversation with our common interest i.e. Photography... but as the time passed... we started sharing our thoughts on a core level... as photography reflects the inner thoughts of the individual who clicked it. Writing your thoughts on a paper can be manipulative but with a picture we cannot manipulate it. I must say she already crossed the amateur photographer stage long back.

From the first conversation anyone will realize that she is not like any other girl... Who lived on the net for lust or making friends and other stuffs you know what i mean... she stay online for her very close friends... bros... sises... and rest of the family. This is the first girl whom i have seen on a different scale... at the age of 20 i had never imagined that any girl can be least interested in having a relationship !!! Been very ambitious her plans are to excel in her field presently she already took her first step... then when she will become a self-content and self-sustained woman she will adopt a child... believe me she is very clear about her thoughts regarding this. This reminds me of Sushmita Sen the single mother and an idol for many.

I have seen for many having Sushmita Sen as their idol but hardly follow her footsteps but for this little girl she is not her idol but follow her footsteps... that's what needed in a woman of substance...

Me and her elder bro always compliment her by saying Beautiful Gorgeous Baby... and she simply blasted us back saying that we are the only one who make her conscious by saying all these that her friends never dare to do... and for her we are the only two to share all her thoughts... whatever it is she is the laadli of uncle... unty and we two bros...

I don't know how I became a part of her family and she became mine... but still she remained a very present surprise in my life... From 13th of this month she will be starting her professional career... All the best Beautiful Gorgeous Baby... and I thank god for giving me such a lovely sis !!!

GOD BLESS YOU !!!

Chanakya

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Tue, 19 Jun 2007 13:05:00 +0000

An Indian politician, strategist and writer (350 BC - 275 BC) given us few words that still compel us to think again and again. Here it goes...

A person should not be too honest. Straight trees are cut first and Honest people are screwed first.

Even if a snake is not poisonous, it should pretend to be venomous.

The biggest guru-mantra is: Never share your secrets with anybody ! It will destroy you.

There is some self-interest behind every friendship. There is no Friendship without self-interests. This is a bitter truth.

Before you start some work, always ask yourself three questions - Why am I doing it, What the results might be and Will I be successful. Only when you think deeply and find satisfactory answers to these questions, go ahead.

As soon as the fear approaches near, attack and destroy it.

The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all direction.

Whores don't live in company of poor men, citizens never support a weak company and birds don't build nests on a tree that doesn't bear fruits.

God is not present in idols. Your feelings are your god. The soul is your temple.

A man is great by deeds, not by birth.

Never make friends with people who are above or below you in status. Such friendships will never give you any happiness.

Treat your kid like a darling for the first five years. For the next five years, scold them. By the time they turn sixteen, treat them like a friend. Your grown up children are your best friends.

Books are as useful to a stupid person as a mirror is useful to a blind person.

Education is the best friend. An educated person is respected everywhere. Education beats the beauty and the youth.

Once you start a working on something, don't be afraid of failure and don't abandon it. People who work sincerely are the happiest.

Last Words of Knight

noreply@blogger.com (kuntal saha) — Fri, 15 Jun 2007 09:43:00 +0000

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.

In this fast materialistic life we seldom forget those who left us... We ignore them and continue with our life... We forget to acknowledge the lost souls who laid down their lives for us, let them be from some other country... I could realize it when I entered the gate of a cemetery.

It is clear with the word cemetery but how I realized it is still a question. let me tell you about it in detail then you will understand that why entering from that gate changed it all. This is about a war cemetery in Khadki Cantonment area in Pune(India). It is the resting place of those souls who laid down their lives in Second World War (1939 to 1944) for saving the Indian sub-continent from Axis powers and most of all of them are from Royal British Army, Royal Air Force and Royal Navy. The Legacy thats corresponding Indian defense establishment inherited.

For last nine years I happen to cross this place quiet frequently but never entered, as I always felt an unusual chill while crossing it. It send shiver through my spine and I was was quiet reluctant. But the passion of photography overwhelmed my reluctance and one fine day stepped in. Last to last weekend I went to city market to get a Polarizer for my SLR camera. While returning I don't know why I took the D tour and when I was passing by the cemetery... stopped... parked my bike... took my camera and entered those seemingly forbidden gates for the first time... First time in nine years of my stay in Pune.......

It is like an another world, the place is perfectly maintained by Indian Army as a legacy of their past. Felt like I was somewhere in Scandinavia surrounded by those peaceful souls who are in slumber not to wake up again.

Just after entering the cemetery there is a large platform saying THEIR NAME LIVETH FOR EVEN MORE. Reminds us that this is the place where someone is resting after a long and tiring battle... this is the place for those, whose name will live till eternity for their sacrifice to save his fellow countrymen.

There is a Cross erected in the center and surrounding that are the 10 sand stones with the names of the martyrs curved on it... And all round the cemetery lies graves of these individuals with their Name... Service Number... Unit Belong to... Date of his sacrifice... and the age when he had done this supreme sacrifice.

IN OUR HEARTS IS A PICTURE OF YOU. DEAR SON. YOUR MEMORY WILL NEVER GROW OLD. These are the words of the parents of a Gunner in Royal Artillery who died 11th August 1942 when he was just 20. Even though their parents may not be alive now... but their feelings still echoes across the silence.

This place is seemingly in a Time Machine transition phase... Where the time stood still... Where past meets the present... Where a moment of past beautifully preserved for the future generation...