tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84714231033359135882024-03-12T19:59:59.174-07:00Earth's shape is changing^^^Lokesh Bisht, I have been working as a Specialist for Photo/Art, Research & Permission. Are you working on any publishing products? It would be my pleasure If I may be of any help.Lokesh Bishthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700880236515140598noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471423103335913588.post-88132647164880409872012-11-15T10:57:00.001-08:002012-11-15T10:57:09.648-08:00Post Dinner~Wish could do the push-ups, openly defiant; wished not to hurt anyone at any cost. 'No, thanks,' I quoted, trying not to cry.<br />
You just need some theatre artists while crossing all the ways in life even not having humour, I always did figure out spirit. <br />
Promises? Promises - a tale of poison, courage, challenges, heady panic perceptions/dreams; moreover, filled with best deals ever made, or in process. Move on, things are on, back-front gonna torture my shaman! Yes, I'm on, I'm on the edge of the glory!!! Lokesh Bishthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700880236515140598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471423103335913588.post-17745867775868120602012-06-01T05:08:00.001-07:002012-11-16T02:42:31.959-08:00I: Travelling Player<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” – Jack Kerouac
Just about to start my journey to my native. It’s 6pm at Delhi and just reached home after finishing my working hours. As usual not done with packing and thought to down liquor first. Then a fast rush to liquor shop. ;D
After all is said that can be said upon the liquor traffic, its influence is degrading upon the individual, the family, politics and business, and upon everything that you touch in this old world. 'Billy Sunday'
I was really not worried for my travel proceeding because this time I was accompanied by my friend Silvarius celso – my roommate, a wild life photographer and Picture Researcher by profession. I made him a promise to take him to Nainital with me which gonna be true.
I woke up in the middle of the way where we had food, that was somewhere in Gajrola.
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“Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
Finally we reached Haldwani, and though realized some travelers still sleeping. You just see this pretty girl :) <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Again, we traveled from Haldwani to Nainital in bus. On the way when we stopped for tea, met a guy who got new scooty, and was not not able to start it. Then had a long discussion with him, and *phew*
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Just saw a Panchayat(local governance) work during my uncle’s leadership, 5 years back when he was Uttarakhand State’s assembly member.
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Yo, reached Nainital and such a relief and pleasure. *donno* how to express the words when touch your native land after a long. And the first scene was lake and standing-dreaming love bird, reminded so many things because college campus is so close from here and eventually love birds just hang around the lake and some other nearby places. What a classical life man!!
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British time’s buildings still have a special presence in the city.
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OMG! I was smiling when I saw our barn. My life’s uncountable memories are linked to it.
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Do you need hot water? Then do the work by your own here in my village.
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Just lying on d rooftop and clicking the pictures from my new iPhone. The sky view without dust and pollution, not possible in Delhi to see this clear visibility. #huuu
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Clouds playing game there, even you can’t predict. This view is from front of my house.
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After getting refreshed, I walked out into fields and garden with Silvarius. What a beautiful flora stole my heart.
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This is how we keep grass safe for our cattle in village, this guy is enjoying.
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I took out my liquor, and started with my village salads…
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He is our Bhadaur, born in Nepal but now our dominant family member, looks after our cattle and small farming. I offered him juice.
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At the same time Bahadur showing me the dead mouse.
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Celso gone crazy there, clicking every time and everywhere.
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This kinda pine tree adds beauty. Later in we use them to cook food! haha
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Let you see where my house is somehere in mid of the picture, and another shot of my village’s landscape. I just enjoy my life like this only. ;p
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When going to friends house, met a cow, stopped my vehicle and cuddled her. Such a great feeling, Moreover, made it my twitter DP too.
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Going mad and deep in nature.
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While heading to Bhimtal, I met two friends and discussed about things and life.
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The most surprising moment: When I saw a true friendship of a monkey and a dog. I had been told by people that they never live apart. More than happy to see this relation, else assume dogs just living for sex ;)
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Its night and about to rain and we were in Bhimtal. I had a beer at the same place and what an awesome imagery we clicked from this place. This island’s beauty was taking breath away.
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I love my sister so much. Just got cracks for her and she enjoyed too.
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This is how we keep our crops on the safe side from wild animals.
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Next day in morning visited to our family temple.
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And enjoying in bush too ;)
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Just done with my worship and had bath near a hand pump, furthermore, my another friend Mukku reached home to pick me up for outing.
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First visit to Naldamyantital, a holy place according to hindu myth.
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We feed fishes there which is auspicious according to Hindu.
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Mukku also enjoyed photography there and had so much fun, though liquor was continued.
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He was that much crazy, went into the lake with his DSLR camera OMG! Yes, and I also went more deeper than him and clicked him. Yo Yo!!!
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We got tired and had short nap there.
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New couple was also there on the way to make their honeymoon in nainital and places around.
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My younger Himanshu, who has just started his own property work firm. MY Love ☺
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Evening had racing and sstyllll too ;)
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And back to pavilion, in Delhi as if in hell.
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This trip was really crucial in my life, because so many other issues in home too. I can’t explain my problems here though glitz inclusion is okay. Thanks to God who helped me there to be more wise in takin some decisions. And I think I won over successfully too.
*Peace*Prosperity*Happiness* Boom ShankerLokesh Bishthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700880236515140598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471423103335913588.post-40197374774910257762012-03-23T03:05:00.000-07:002018-11-17T01:29:11.654-08:00☛ Childhood Blister ★★★My flatmates were doing everything bit harder to wake me up. And yes I got up finally. I first reminded the last night's last peep - "planned to watch a movie by 1am, twitted too". Apparently in seconds drowsy waves let me surrendered to sleep.<br>
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Somehow we got tea packed in a poly bag. The most difficult task was awaited here to pour tea into glasses. This is well known at our abode that I can pour anything perfectly, even there are times when Celso says - 'stop amplifying your history.'<br>
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Childhood spent in hill’s and of course I feel proud to be born and brought up there, however, social and economical struggles were hard. Luckily, I have one photo clicked of my village for what I am more than happy to post. Years back, following home rules as by morning 6am my father’s sweet shout from the next room - ‘wake up son’, if ignored then I swear so many times it had turned in abuses - "uthta hai ya nahi Bantiyaaa". That loud voice had had scared me, and not that much bother to pay emotionally sweet things.<br>
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Apparently dairy farming is still top survival activity in our hills, in fact worldwide in those areas which fall under agricultural zone. I clicked this photo of our calf last year, looks pretty cute! Isn't I am true? If you have been to a rustic place where you own huge land and only you are responsible to mange you and your family with the available resources and some cash which eventually you get from your fixed works. <br>
We had cattle and small farming in village and still everyone contributes own part there to run accordingly. There was always so much extra work burden before you go to school in morning. I admired physically hard work challenges like irrigating field from bucket water, dropping water to cattle shed, cattle ranching, brooming yards and so many other work related to farming...Oh god..sheer hard work. <br>
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After getting done with all the assigned farming and cattle work in the early morning then was the time to get ready for school. First setting 10 ponds school backpack and carrying along with 5 liters milk cane in each hand and ready to hike some mountains with that much load. It was really painful. Here I really do not want to talk about my backache from poor posture, carrying overloaded bag and leading a sedentary, unhealthy lifestyle but for sure I want to talk about the aggravation and ache after carrying the milk cans with thin wire handle. Jesus! I can feel that palm ache anytime after closing my eyes and going back in the past. Being from a small farmer family is not an easy task to even phrase your dream. It just move ahead by taking hierarchy responsibilities upon. <br>
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My school was located in the nearest city i.e. Bhowali and the total distance was 3-4km from our village. First need to cross 1.5km village trail which ultimately<br>
all surrounded by cool breeze, the fallen pine leaves had made the trail even softer and once you reach the city road, you'll be amazed for sure. Aha, I can remember the taste when I eventually stepped on the city road, such a proud feeling. Traffic, honking and civilized city people, those all were my fantasy to live around. I used to reach city loaded with my schools bag and milk canes each day and please remember one thing that in village what poor children do - 'they wear their school dress only either to school or to market'. After crossing uphill it was always sweating because have had loved to run. I and brother made so many records of reaching early across the places.<br>
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Once entering in the city then time to knock the doors of some houses who were our customers. And, from inside a sound accompanied every day -"who?" and Me(loud voice) - ‘Dudh’(milk). And then the door will get opened and I take out my one small 1 lt jug and measuring out milk without wasting it. First pouring into jug then pouring into their utensil and delivering it safely. Then again heading to next house and repeating the same thing *pouring*poring*pouring*. When done with this delivery work had had a *victory* feeling. Unfortunately, hiking hills with holding milk canes made from thin wire injured my palm so many time. I used to show it to my mother and her answers always comes from eyes rather than words. I always go silent after getting my mother’s answer especially if communicated from eyes because you dare not to scratch wound deep.<br>
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Why should not I laugh when I listen the word "blister"? When I jumped to class 6 apparently got some responsibilities too. I have had faced so many ugly situations and limitless pains which won't come on blog I know that. Believe me when someone talks about palmistry or something related then I just think of my palm and my childhood *milk*pouring**thin-wire-handle*</div><div>
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To be continued...</div>Lokesh Bishthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700880236515140598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471423103335913588.post-90735385033187746192012-03-15T02:11:00.005-07:002012-04-19T22:14:56.852-07:00Life in clicksYes, It was the Dorling Kindersley’s official picnic day and more than 220 employees had already confirmed their participation and I was also one among them.<br />
Picnic was all planned nicely and Agenda was:<br />
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12:30pm- Departure from office<br />
1:30pm- Reach the venue<br />
1:30pm- Lunch, followed by games<br />
5pm- Departure<br />
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I really didn’t know why I was happy though I had no one to go with. However, I asked to my senior picture researcher if she is coming or not. I headed to home, dressed up well and went into a park. <br />
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Apparently I am in Delhi for 4 years but still I haven’t visited most of the parks/museums/historical places. That day I rode according to my nod and entered into Indraprastha park. I was keep Wandering here and there but couldn’t located any of employees of my company and then I called HR – ‘which gate to come’? <br />
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This was the first imagery I clicked in the park. Though I havn’t had good time to think about it but I got sensitive and reminded myself the value and true joy of our childhood days. <br />
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This is especially true at times when I would like to escape from the torture of survival endeavor, social ethics and political hurdles. It’s the time when we live associated only with fun and play. No matter which socio-economic class we belong to. I'd rather call it the time without any major responsibilities to shoulder. <br />
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I couldn’t thought much because it was already 2pm there and tired of calling people and asking which Gate no. you are at. Weather was sunny and bit warmed. I changed the direction to hunt my office team with bit confusion, - 'why I am not able to locate anyone here'?<br />
For one thing I was sure that park was all crowded with love birds and you could see them everywhere lying on each other’s back or cuddling, kissing, crying, laughing and fighting.<br />
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Aha, such a wonderful moment I met. I could saw people in and enjoying. May be it seemed me beautiful and extra bright because I am still single and want someone. -*blink*- It’s the time when you’re in an emotion of strongest affection and personal attachment. Someone was right – ‘Love is a virtue representing all of human kindness, compassion and affection and ‘the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another’.<br />
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2:30pm it was and I was hungry, tired and sweating too. I think a kind of exacerbation I was having with. I checked all d gates then got to know there is one more gate, which I missed earlier. Being optimistic soul, I moved to next gate wondering if I could see my office people.<br />
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Errr, I was shocked to see this old man sitting on THE base edge of a wall. May be couple of questions he needs to address and probably not getting the way. God knows what he was thinking for. On reflection, I realize it’s not about anger, or even self-blame. It was about fear, which I could easily read on his face. This mirrors his own physical and emotional struggle. To maintain some veneer of sanity, I struggled to stay in the present and didn’t think beyond.<br />
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The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young.~~OSCAR WILDE<br />
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I crossed my patience limit thus inquired with a gentleman to get answers to my queries and before he could started, I heard a girlish voice. There was a girl behind, telling me that I am in wrong park. I got nervous and tired but smiled and again started asking some questions eventually which might had with me.<br />
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I was crushed mentally and physically too and by 3pm I started heading to Lodhi garden – alone, tired, hungry....however, happy to clicked something amazing!Lokesh Bishthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700880236515140598noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471423103335913588.post-44703542345735363462010-08-29T20:23:00.000-07:002014-03-27T04:25:39.243-07:00Silence...The way passes away..<br />
like marooned door's silence...<br />
which has nothing..<br />
even an existence...<br />
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The way I crossed..<br />
had enough to preach...<br />
aspects of life..<br />
echoes of philosophy...<br />
long cacti ground for experience..<br />
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I am still a pure human..<br />
many times feel proud..<br />
same much times low too...<br />
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smile...Jolly....with silence..<br />
Think life is just transformation of energy...<br />
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lost in colors of almighty..Lokesh Bishthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03700880236515140598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8471423103335913588.post-60226183497613360072010-05-14T04:03:00.000-07:002011-11-14T20:00:38.965-08:00Life been speckled –Everyone goes to corner<br />
And I feel the love<br />
They may say spread love<br />
Oh! To me obliviously<br />
Then I say to me<br />
Being I too crazy up to this?<br />
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Breeze from snow <br />
Was the thing of past<br />
This time blames come to ear<br />
Fylfot! Who one? Fylfot<br />
Was I for parents?<br />
At beginning of life<br />
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Think time is bad<br />
Being guest to waif,<br />
Shelter and food<br />
Instead to fight with brother<br />
Are in schedule <br />
<br />
<br />
At day time, world in screen<br />
And at time of ghost<br />
Only Baron’s bed <br />
Wet in memory of<br />
Passed thorny destiny<br />
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