Of images

Everyday our eyes see, watch, contemplate, ignore and memorize images that keep moving around us. The one's we memorize sometimes stays with us forever, sometimes they leave us as we speak about them or place them out in words which makes our expressions more imaginative. This I speak of our everyday lives. But when we move around and we are on the road there are images and pictures that capture our heart as well as our minds in a demeanor that we rarely fail to fathom. They hit us hard, now, when I say hard, the emotion could be anything - it could be harsh, it could be soothing, it could be elevating, enlightening blah blah blah.                    

 These dour and sometimes picturesque details when captured through the lens stay on for posterity. And if the story and the hardship behind picturing them are presented in a manner where the best possible adjectives are avoided so as to present the eye a small background score and let the eye that beholds contemplate, judge, rationalize and assimilate : much better. And when the stories are told to others and when the others would want to regale in the same expose and enjoy the fruits of their imagination then the success within those frames become immortal. A name gets attached and a million more of these others, for years to come, would like to sleep or get up and watch these endearing images grow within them for the questions they may have, for the thoughts they may render and for the serenity they may provide.
 What we have here in this life is a series of images with a small detail about them and the rest is for you to enjoy, unravel and marvel and take off to where your imagination would carry your thoughts. 

The colors, the detail and the vivid imagery of our wonderful earth whether it's in the most beautiful landscapes or the smoky, smoggy terrains, the dourness of everyday life or the pathos in the dirt that we accumulate and keep hiding under the carpet of dust and sand, the sadness of our wisdom in things which we ourselves created but we never took care of, the accumulation of our sins or the ignorant washing of the same, the majestic idealism of the structures that make us feel grand about ourselves and all of it. 

Probably we tried to capture all of this within a small-calculated frame and tried to portray all things that have carried a deja vu within us since childhood and still do and will always do. These are images, which every one of us has seen and probably thought of too, but we haven’t thought enough to have bought it across to ourselves. We are so bound within the idiosyncrasies and monotony of everyday existence that we have forgotten that particular area in our brain where we have kept all these small but extraordinary details. You may look into something and find that somewhere within you a door opened and the floodgates slammed out and heralded for you the details of all that you might have forgotten to look back upon. Isn't that what an image does?
 All of us sometimes in the rush forget where we come from, what we have seen, what we have captured and what we have gone through. It’s important to revisit the times that we might have had if... And it’s also the time now that we do not forget that past is like a history book that teaches, and morals and values are contemplative thoughts that we garner due to our past, we are what we are due to our past and the future is but an amalgamation of all that’s done and all that we are doing, to a place unknown but way better off if we haven’t forgotten the exotic imagery and ecstasy of being alive within the frames that we lived in.
 So, grab a cozy blanket and a cup of hot chocolate, prop up your feet, and enjoy a perfect weekend afternoon, within your confines and watch, as your imagination takes a ride...