No Good

Posted: Sunday, January 22, 2017 by Stained in Labels: ,
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It's nice to see the band Kaleo get the exposure they've been getting lately for their song "Way down we go" especially through the "Logan" trailer. I discovered them last year and got instantly hooked to their music. "No Good" is by a long shot my favorite song of theirs.

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Day Dream

Posted: Monday, December 19, 2016 by Stained in Labels:
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19.12.16
2:30am

Draped in red
Amongst the crowd
Enveloped in love
An enduring limelight

Forever elevated
A burden exonerated
Mint snuffles
Floral daydreams

A conclusion long owed
Wrecked morose eyes
Unsteady arms
Remorseful pleasures

Those eyes
Hard to believe
Lost a heartbeat
An enduring daydream

- Stained

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On my way to find you

Posted: Sunday, December 11, 2016 by Stained in Labels:
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So bring the lightning, bring the fire, bring the fall
I know I'll get my heart through
I was on my way to find you
Got miles to go, but from the day I started crawling
I was on my way to find you

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Right now

Posted: Saturday, October 15, 2016 by Stained in Labels:
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The doctors believe that she's dying but we (and her therapist) see minor improvements. So the next time when we say she's doing okay... this is what we really mean.

I've been off social media (and the internet to a certain extend) for over 4 months now Was supposed to post the above across social media and then get back to being active but no such post has materialized cause the internet is full of self obsessed freaks and I just feel so alienated from it all. I guess the bright side is my online life mirrors my offline life...

Right now isn't looking too bright
Right now is where I don't want to be
Right now is coming to an end
Right now is the only place I belong

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Changing times

Posted: Thursday, August 25, 2016 by Stained in Labels:
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I recently got hired to photograph a previous gen Ford Mustang. My point of contact was in adulation of my photography style and kept raving about the pictures I had online. I was visibly confused since I barely had any of my latest work online. So I queried about the work he liked and he spoke about the pictures I'd taken around 6 years ago.

Over time I've matured into a photographer who depends less on Lightroom automated editing actions. Gone are the days of sephia toning and over the top post processing. I try to keep it as artless and reliable as possible cause it makes my work flow less muddled.

Thanks to this shoot, I had to retreat to those older times. I managed to navigate clear of the automation but sephia toning did rear its vintage obnoxious head. The pictures turned out as good as this summer weather would permit and the client seemed relatively content with my sweats. Did I personally enjoy it? Oddly yes. I had fun looking over my older work and revisit some of those old techniques. It felt audacious. Makes you recognize how mundane life is if such trivial thing thrills you.

That bokeh thou....

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Somewhere Only We Know

Posted: Sunday, August 07, 2016 by Stained in Labels:
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Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

Tired of being visible among strangers so I guess I'd kick some dust here and be a stranger among strangers. Alive and kicking (and pulling a hamstring while at it)... toodles

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He’ll be alright

Posted: Tuesday, January 13, 2015 by Stained in Labels:
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2015.01.13
4:12am

A little boy buried in shadows
Hissing to the world
Memories unheard of
Stories untying alone
Unbelievable or miraculous
What if he did something?
Something really bad
Spewed disgust

A sugary vengeance
It will break you they said
Outside the unrealities
Desolate or lucid
The prayer surely responded
Preserving the loved
Tickled disdain aligned
Embrace that breathe

That bundle of joy
Who would have guessed it?
Draped in bandages
Behind glass doors
A little girl sinking in air
Outside the unrealities
Between his fingers
He’ll be alright

- Stained

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The annoying human

Posted: Friday, May 16, 2014 by Stained in Labels:
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Every time she hissed... Blood dripped from her mouth.
Her body was crushed & she was slowly letting go.
The human sat nearby helpless.

With rising hospital bills, I've reached at a point where every Dirham is precious. Every expense that can be eluded has been cut out of my life. No outings (not that I'm in a social mood lately), no petrol pump refreshment stops, no internet on the phone etc. I've even cut out on Salik which was something that never bothered me from the day of it's inception.

So I haven't picked up a dead cat off the road for a while. Reasons mainly being I haven't seen any that were on roads I could stop on or they already had their guts spilled all over so there wasn't much to save. Today on the way to Friday cricket (my daughters arrival has been delayed by more than a month so I'm enjoying the last few weeks of cricket left this summer) I took the longer route to avoid Salik. Two minutes from my destination I spotted a cat in the middle of the road. I quickly double parked on the side, wrapped a plastic bag around my hand like a glove and tried to pick up the dead cat. But it wasn't dead. As soon as I touched it, she lifted her head up and hissed at me. Broken rear legs and a back with blood wounds; and a blood laden mouth… she looked at me with disdain threatening to bite me if I touched her again. I stood there, in the middle of the road staring at her as she refused to let me pick her up. She’d turn her head quickly in my direction every time I moved and hiss at me as a drop of blood would fall from her mouth.

After a while a bunch of laborers passed by asking me if I’d hit it. I said no and told them I wanted to move it to the side. One of them got me a long pipe so that I could slowly nudge her. And nudge her I did. Every time the pipe touched her, she would hiss at me. She’d dig her front nails into the gravel, fighting my every nudge. But she was broken and was getting tired. The stupid human was annoying her and all she wanted was to sleep. After several nudges and a trail of blood, she was on the side of the road away from the traffic. A strong breeze blew by and as cats always do… she lifted her head, closed her eyes and enjoyed that cold breeze on her face. Then she laid her head down trying to fall asleep. But the human kept fidgeting in the spot he sat and that kept waking her up. A few more tired hisses and the human decided to leave her at peace.

I left her to suffer as she slowly let it go. Maybe the instant death another car would have given her might have been better. I do not know. I went back after the game of cricket. She was right where I’d left her though I think she’d tried to move as she was facing the other way. I picked her limp body up and laid her down in the sand nearby. The gleam in her eyes was still there and as filmy as it gets, I tried to close them. They wouldn't close and there was nothing more left for me to do....

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Cricket Hiatus

Posted: Sunday, April 20, 2014 by Stained in Labels:
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I've been playing cricket for 20 years. The competitive desi inside me loves it. I am pretty decent at it as well (i.e. among friends). The last seven years or so I've been playing cricket almost every Friday with friends I met in college and their friends. We started keeping stats for the past three years and in the 130 or so matches we've played I've got the second highest batting average. Not bad honestly even though it's more due to my tendency to put a price tag on my wicket than sheer quantity of runs, but then among 20 or so players I am the fourth highest run maker. Bowling on the other side is a bit of a mixed bag where I get whacked more often than not due to my constant need of experimenting. But there are days when I'm completely unplayable especially when I'm landing those leg spins well. And then comes my knack of being a brilliant fielder with the highest number of catches and constant ability to save plenty of runs. I'm possibly the fastest across the ground with the second strongest throwing arm though overthrows have become a dark side I fall into often.

And then I broke a finger, and I've decided to take a hiatus. My daughter will Insha'Allah come to Dubai in about 30 days and I am going to be her primary caretaker. Constant monitoring will require me to stay healthy and injury free which I can't promise with cricket. It might be just a month or six or even forever. Doesn't matter because I'm done for now. It saddens me but some things just need to be done and this is one of those... (-_-)

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Persistence

Posted: Friday, April 11, 2014 by Stained in Labels: ,
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00:38
11.04.201

It revolves around a one
The spare of the first
Without it there is nothing
But this is the persistence
That was mistyped sideways
In invisible inked literacies
Of everything that it withheld
Concealed amongst bars
Smeared glossed layers
Flesh and carcasses
Tears and screams
Never break them they said
We cannot get out
This is the persistence
Going down the rabbit hole
Shoves and laps
Perspire and grime
A shadow waits in the gloom

- Stained

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Me.... a father

Posted: Thursday, April 03, 2014 by Stained in Labels:
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It's 3 am and I'm wide awake. The little downside of being a father...

The little one is busy annoying a bunch of nurses and doctors in her little bed in a hospital in a different country. 70 days have passed and she still hasn't made it into my arms. Patience is a virtue I don't hold well. It's been a struggle but surprise surprise... I've survived.

SJ has been awesome. She's clearly the strong one here. Holding everything together without a hint of strain. I adore her for this. She's by my little ones side... that's where she needs to be. I miss her.

It's going to be a long harsh road ahead. Makes everything that has passed look minuscule. That gives me hope that when we pick the right path and reach our destination... all this looking back will seem almost a piece of cake. Insha'Allah (^_^)


Well I don't know if I'm ready
To be the man I have to be
I'll take a breath, I'll take her by my side
We stand in awe, we've created life

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Little Box

Posted: Thursday, August 15, 2013 by Stained in Labels:
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Little box with the letter on top
A window to embrace memories
To replace what was once shattered
Hidden in lies and deceit

Within the hands clasped shut
Oh this is just perfect
Maybe the memories are still alive
The little box got dumped instead

Years later the box endured
Hidden in a corner feeling ashamed
A bigger window now held inside
Everything was sunshine once again

Deceit and lies still lie below
The secret that no one shall know
Now your smile will never be alone
That little window always knew

- Stained

*sigh* Haven't written for a while so thought I was out of that phase. Guess not... (-_-)


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Small bump

Posted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013 by Stained in Labels: ,
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You are my one, and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
You are my one, and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
And you'll be alright.

'Cause you were just a small bump unborn for four months then torn from life.
'Maybe you were needed up there but we're still unaware as why



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Impossible

Posted: Saturday, April 27, 2013 by Stained in Labels: ,
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Discovered this a while back....



And on a completely unrelated note...after going steady for three years...one has taken the plunge and gotten married to SJ. Things still haven't sunk in but getting there....as of now everything is awesome. ^_^

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I deserve it...

Posted: Monday, January 07, 2013 by Stained in Labels:
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Even though this postsecret was published regarding bullying....it kinda hits the bulls-eye in here. This thought keeps me from being truly happy even though right now everything is alright but I keep holding back....

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When You're Young

Posted: Friday, December 14, 2012 by Stained in Labels: ,
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 Why can't they remember
l'll never forget?
How these dreams can come undone
When you're young

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Fisker Karma ES

Posted: Wednesday, November 21, 2012 by Stained in Labels: , , , , , , , ,
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After a very long time I'm spending over 10 minutes editing a picture & enjoying it.

Also this is the first time I've used a picture of mine as a wallpaper on my phone which might seem like a minuscule thing but for me it's huge because it means I won't get bored/critical of it any time soon meaning I'm quite satisfied with the end result. (^_^)


Camera Model : Canon EOS 5D Mark II
Shooting Date/Time : 20/12/2012 12:00:32 PM
Tv(Shutter Speed) : 1/30
Av(Aperture Value) : f4.0
Metering Mode : Centre-weighted average
ISO Speed : 640
Lens : EF 24-105mm f4 IS L
Focal Length : 24mm

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Still here...

Posted: Monday, October 22, 2012 by Stained in Labels:
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Haven't been here for a while so here's a post just to say I'm still alive and here's a few lines from the top of my head...

The stench of hope breathes desire in my heart. It flutters into the sense of immortality. Die it must before it obliterates me.

Oh and on a side note...this blog is six years old this month. (^_^) 

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Cut short...

Posted: Tuesday, September 04, 2012 by Stained in Labels:
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03/09/2012
03:00am

It wiithered in pain lying on the floor...
A splash of red nearby.
Blood spewing from its destroyed mouth...
Gasping for the life that was cut short.

A motor comes to a halt somewhere...
Scampering feet holding back the desperation.
A hand reaches out pulling it to safety...
It was dead somewhere inbetween.

-Stained

For the ones who don't get it. I'm talking about a street cat that had been hit by a car. It was lying on the floor whitering like a fish out of the water. I stopped my car blocking off the road making sure no other car ran over it. Unlike the other times... I picked up the cat with my bare hand as blood dripped from its mouth. It took its last breath as I walked over to the pavement where I laid it down. As I walked back to the car I glanced at the blood splattered across the road; the car that hit the cat must have been speeding. It's an internal road with speed humps since it's right next to a school. *sigh*

Can't sleep...

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Anything in return...

Posted: Thursday, August 16, 2012 by Stained in Labels:
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A tweet from @cshanif says it all.....

I still care, I am just done with showing it. I'll continue to care without expecting anything in return.

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