pre-Posterous!

So far all my entries in this site have been a lil ..well pre-posterous...J;ust getting used to this place..My ingenius plan is to just have one one stop all intelligent online content management site and i m hoping this will do the job !  ! 

I think i am not gonna be able to maintain this place all that well , but still i ll take it step by step :) 

Next , i ll try posting a pic . . 

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Express

Photoshopping is grossly underestimated.people are so Easily made to believe that its tampering of the art by the so called purists.how can something that helps you express , be so demeaned? I guess its just sheer prejudice.still to come in grips with using it effectively,especially the colour corrections and sharpening. I have seen some real artists in this field. Hoping to get closer to them.some day.

Humane

- The prologue -

She was the most misunderstood.

- ________

Reasoning is Hollow

Everyone would find reasons to judge her.There was no shortage of doubts about her.She seemed far too nice to me in the first instance.I would watch her smile , her eyes...They bore a nuances of innocence ,childishness,stubborn authority..

Authority is something that intimidates people.No matter how much you love a leader,its often hard to take direct commands from him at all times , though thats what you claim he/she is exceptionally good at.Irony.Yes , so was it with her.....The irony almost ate her up.Most doubted , for her quiet behaviour , she went on ahead , doing as she pleased , she managed to assume a very wraith like figure in my mind. Not that i did not know her...I always felt that there was some mystery surrounding her.Some grief , some unknown , some secret....... I could always tell from her eyes..she was unhappy....

Many a times i thought that i could do something about it because its always hard to drown into an ocean of uknown. I could never see what she was thinking.Neither did i think that i knew her well enough till then....The attempt however failed at multiple times.You never mess with authority.You obey and you let it yield.I waited.

And it did.

It was just one of those days...One of the most insignificant days , i was sure , it would be ...but someone had let the butterfly flutter a wing .....and the flood gates opened..She spoke.....and all was white..

Shes an angel.

Dedicated to - a very sweet friend of mine..