'B / W' -Photos by Wasif Ahmad

photographer: Wasif Ahmad

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' Live vivid ' - photos by Wasif Ahmad

These photographs have been taken using 'cannon' digital camera.

The photos have undergone post editing.

Subject: Wasif Ahmad

Photographer: Wasif Ahmad

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' Showcase ' -photos by Wasif Ahmad

Photographer: Wasif Ahmad

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' Abstracts ' -Photos by Wasif Ahmad

all photographs taken using 'cannon digital camera'

Photographer: Wasif Ahmad.

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' Last wish ' -Wasif Ahmad

Walking astray,

I stroll my path- my way.

The amber that hangs over my head-

Its the sheet I'd lead.

Crying, I still follow.

My steps- hollow.

My lips- dry.

Devil's sly,

watch my back as I go

over the unforeseen,

ever so slow.

I stumble over the stones to kiss;

like a dead man's last wish.

Yet, like the unlike,

perhaps this time through-

I wish to crossover too.

In a timeless binding,

In an endless hope,

In an anticipation

of renew and growth.

I am dead as I could be;

I am alive as I should be.

I sense nothing, but see;

I wish nothing, but plead,

while walking astray,

I stroll my path- my way.

                                                                      - Wasif Ahmad

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' Lights! Camera! Click! ' - Taken by Wasif Ahmad

These pictures have been taken by me using 'Cannon' digital camera.

Most of the pictures exhibit a technique called as 'Shallow focus'.

Information courtesy: Ms. Sana Ahmad, Mass.comm, Jamia Milia Islamia.

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' From my archive ' -Wasif Ahmad

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The painting is titled as: "Anarchy"

                                                                                           -Wasif Ahmad

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'Reflections' -Wasif Ahmad

I asked him,

in the silence of the whispers,

in cold eeriness of the unknown,

Of 'what' I am?

He rocked in his chair

smoked his death,

and spoke nil.

Assuming a neglected kin.

I stepped a foot ahead,

asked yet aloud,

'Am I not merry?'

still silence smiled in victory-

'Let it be'

I could melt to tears

just as I should be,

caring none as such-

of a failure of 'he'.

I could soar with laughter,

but suits not me.

Fetters on feet pull along,

playing an elegy- a mournful song.

Move now,

yet death is passe.

My wish, my illusion...

Help me,

Plead I.

He rose up-

as I saw myself rising.

And said he-

'Life's a reflection,

and so are you.'

                                                                       -Wasif Ahmad

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'Ginger' -Wasif Ahmad

Love me not,

for the sake of love;

Caress me not, like an old-found love.

I lay latent- untouched,

to feel a smell, so near;

I, rise my limb- my body,

to touch thee robe- a distant.

Hath I wished, but no-

sea depth farther, it seemed;

I fall back, surrendered

to a reality- like a ginger-

sometimes sweet- sometimes bitter.

-Wasif Ahmad.                  .

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"The Elephant vanishes" Review by Wasif Ahmad

'The Elephant vanishes' by Haruki Murakami

This is a collection of short stories, Japan, being the place of fictional events and happenings. This was my first read of this novelist and I found his writing way too unique. 

The imagery and the minute details which he has brought about is commendable. He works his way as a magician and brings alive each word of his book playing their part in the minds of the reader.

One thing which I have noticed in his style is his open ends. Some might loathe him for not putting a full stop to culminate his stories (metaphorically), but at the same time, he, so wittingly embraces the reader so as to give their own ending.

Take for example ' The wind-up bird and Tuesday's woman'; now this story- i found a bit odd, but on other measures bit intriguing. The story revolves around a woman calling a man asking him to spare a few minutes on phone, to which he refuses and finally becomes restless. Realises he should have listened to the woman. She never calls. No mention of the woman hereafter by the author. Reader is left searching for strings!

Author, then takes away the story up to a wind-up bird in a veranda of an old dilapidated house in search of his cat. He leaves a lot of open ends and a confused reader.

But his style shows reality, for not every day are we able to put full stops in our daily incidents or for that matter give a concluding note to our events- and thus he takes a tint of reality in his fiction. keeps the reader to keep searching for clues to make full a story.

All in all, this novelist provides a good read, and provides an escapade from the status quo.

Haruki Murakami has 11/1 odds in winning the 2010 nobel prize for literature.

http://www.mediabistro.com/galleycat/haruki-murakami-has-111-odds-to-win-2010-nobel-prize-in-literature_b12771

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