Time passes so quickly. Once we pass a second, it is gone. We cannot retrieve it with the exact properties and situations once it is through. All the time in life, I was conscious about this property of time. Being a person who is easily hurt by the merciless betrayal of passing moments, I used to employ cameras to record stills of moments that I like to linger for ever. This has now become a very funny thing to practice. With the advent of social networking sites like facebook, I already have a platform to showcase my captured moments in front of a moderately big viewer circle.

Another picture was taken on my mobile when I was travelling to Cochin on my bike after my weekend visit at home. After clearing a curve, I happened to see a breath taking view of the Gods own country. I stopped my vehicle and took many stills of it, and posted in facebook which in turn received a good number of likes and appreciations.
Homelessness is a curse. Imagine a circumstance in which you are driven out of your home and left with nothing except a mosquito net. I happened to see a man goes to sleep in a temporary comfort created by his mosquito net on an isolated corridor of one of the busiest shopping complexes of the city. In the below picture you can see that man in a habitat made of mosquito net.
If you see how the English speaking people count the number of floors of a multi storied building, you will find that it is different from the way Indians count it. Indian’s first floor is Englishman’s ground floor. Englishman’s first floor is Indian’s second floor, etc. Usually in elevators, we see the switches to go to different floors are labeled in the European style, like G (Ground Floor), 1, 2, etc. But, quite recently I saw an elevator with switches labeled in the Indian system.



At Café, I tried to imitate the cat’s passport size stare, and tried to take a snap of myself in that expression. But, I was hindered by my friend who was watching my actions. And what I finally got was this snap. I bet you haven’t seen anything funnier than this in recent times.