End of the day

Evening.... Some of the really enjoyable moments in my life happened, with the evening.

Evening always fascinates me. Being a photographer, my lot of creations depict the random dispersion of colors on the canvas of evening. Sometimes evening makes me dewy, with the memories of past. I can recall some great evenings I spent at some of very beautiful locations like, Simla. The memories sometimes took me on the journey of busy streets of Massourie, sometimes I found myself at METRO, in Bangalore, where I spent some of the great moments in my life, with my group and special one. Some rainy evening, sitting in candle-lights, having bhaji and tea made by mom. Sunday evenings were always so special for me. They also keep me wondering about how spoiled or spent my Sunday. Again there will be a new week, new tasks, old routine of college, everything will be the same till next Sunday. I can always recall a Sunday evening, I spent at Vrindavan garden in Mysore, with few very close friends of that time, not because of friends, but for eternal photographs, which are very close to my heart till date. A lamppost, some people sitting near that, some twilights and endless waterfront on the background, the perfect caption was, "Bye Bye Sunday - Again the battle will start with the name Life."

I am strict follower of philosophy "No one is perfect and nothing is ideal." Still I can't resist myself in conceptualizing my ideal evening. It can be a different concept everytime, sometimes, a coffee, a loved one and lot of time for chatting. Sometimes it can be with a favourite book like 'Raat Pashmine Ki - Gulzar" and an open beach or may be just a good friend, a car and endless road to cover. Anything of this can be ideal, atleast till the evening when I will to make it real.

Now a days, I am too much busy in being doing nothing...

Every evening brings an alarm towards a new day, new expectations and zero outcome. There are evenings vacant for me, but I am not in a mood to enjoy it. Sometimes, I feel the creativity within me is fading with every new day. Sometimes, I hardly find it interesting to relax or enjoy the evening which I used to do, just few months before.

Planning for some great evening, with something, may be I never done before. May be an open ground with pleasant cool breeze, a guitar, someone special to accompany me and much awaited candle-light dinner...

Finally every evening ends with a night. and every night calls up a new morning.

To me evening is just a wonderful sojourn, towards a new morning.

ek nayi subah

nayi raah

ek nayi tammanna se

kare hum nayi shuruaat