Funny is how the human brain works, if that is what I have inside my head. My brain cannot remember what I ate this morning and it cannot recall when I changed my bike's oil-filter. No, it cannot even blurt my sister's mobile number. And when I have to make a total of 3 different two-digit numbers, my brain forces me to click Start->Run and type "calc" for the simple reason that it cannot add more than two numbers. But, how does it untiringly manage to relate daily life and day-to-day activities to a Tagore's poem or to a complicated philosophical expression from Gibran or to a Shakespeare's sonnet....read, enjoyed and believed to be forgotten, long time ago??
Was winnowing few storable shots from thousands, so that I could create some precious space in my overloaded hard-disk. This is probably the best-framed, out of 15 odd photographs of take-offs shot by me & Sankar, near St Thomas Mount, on a rainy day in August 2010.
For me, airplanes never mean speed, but always, denote the long distances, the excruciating pain of separation...and my brain relates this picture to these verses picked out from its mossy folds...
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way.
For then, despite of space, I would be brought
From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee.
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But, ah, thought kills me, that I am not thought,
To leap large length of miles when thou art gone,
But that, so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend times leisure with my moan,
Receiving naught by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
[Sonnet 44 of William Shakespeare.]
Was winnowing few storable shots from thousands, so that I could create some precious space in my overloaded hard-disk. This is probably the best-framed, out of 15 odd photographs of take-offs shot by me & Sankar, near St Thomas Mount, on a rainy day in August 2010.
For me, airplanes never mean speed, but always, denote the long distances, the excruciating pain of separation...and my brain relates this picture to these verses picked out from its mossy folds...
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way.
For then, despite of space, I would be brought
From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee.
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But, ah, thought kills me, that I am not thought,
To leap large length of miles when thou art gone,
But that, so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend times leisure with my moan,
Receiving naught by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
[Sonnet 44 of William Shakespeare.]
