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  <description> Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold 
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    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;A friend of mine asked me to put this in the fullyhyd.com&amp;nbsp; blog, because she was not able to access my blog.So here it is.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#663300 size=3&gt;Dreamy eyes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; hspace=0 src=&quot;http://blog.chasingthedreams.com/archives/lost_inthe_crowd/boy_0.jpg&quot; align=baseline border=0/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;4.30 A.M., I was in the famous &amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;Babu ghat &amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt;with my camera, to capture some of the moods and moments, while the people of Kolkata, gathered near the famous Ghat of Ganges to celebrate the auspicious occasion of &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hinduism.about.com/cs/audiomusic/a/aa092003a.htm&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;Mahalaya&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt; (if you are interested in reading about the festival of Mahalaya,click this link). Not that I am a religious person, but still I enjoy visiting these religious gatherings, because these are the occasions where you get to meet people of different kinds, you come across moments which are sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes crude, and sometimes hilarious. One such religious gathering exposes you to so many dimensions of humanity and life , that you cannot help but get facinated to it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;So I was busy taking pictures, capturing moments of joy, suffering, ecstasy, hope and peace, while the wave of people infront of me were busy chanting morning prayers, singing devotinal songs,and preparing&amp;nbsp; for the sacred bath.&lt;br /&gt;After two hours of continuous shooting I was bit tired, and sat on a bench to have a smoke. Suddenly I was this young boy, looking through the fence, while her mother was getting ready for the bath. I was really fascinated by those two dreamy eyes. What was he looking at.? Kids of his age were all playing around or looking at people rushing towards the Ganges with huge amount of curiosity. But his look was different. It seemed that he was totally indifferent to what was happening in and around him, gazing at the distant horizon, dreaming about something quite unusual of a boy of his age. I took the first snap just because of those two dreamy eyes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#663300 size=3&gt;Behind the fence&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; hspace=0 src=&quot;http://blog.chasingthedreams.com/archives/lost_inthe_crowd/boy_1.jpg&quot; align=baseline border=1/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;I finished my smoke, had a cup of tea, and again got busy taking pictures of people in different moods, people offering rituals, the mother dragging her unwilling son towards the river, middle aged men watching women changing dress after the bath. Suddenly I turned back&amp;nbsp; and saw this little boy standing alone holding the fense,gazing at the far-away crowd with those dreamy eyes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#663300 size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Journey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; hspace=0 src=&quot;http://blog.chasingthedreams.com/archives/lost_inthe_crowd/mob_04.jpg&quot; align=baseline border=1/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;Poor boy! He did not have any idea about the duration of his wait.&amp;nbsp; There are thousands and thousands of people standing in the queue, and reaching the river itself takes at least one hour. I turned my camera, and could see group of people rushing towards the river gate, and the rest anxiously waiting for their turn.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#663300 size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the sea of humanity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; hspace=0 src=&quot;http://blog.chasingthedreams.com/archives/lost_inthe_crowd/mob_1.jpg&quot; align=baseline border=1/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;Once you enter through the gate you are lost in the sea of humanity, all waiting eagerly for the auspicious moment of taking a bath in the holy water. His mother is also among them,fighting her way towards the river,while being constantly pushed and pulled, felt and touched,by this hungry,fanatic,religious mass.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#663300 size=3&gt;Where are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; hspace=0 src=&quot;http://blog.chasingthedreams.com/archives/lost_inthe_crowd/boy_2.jpg&quot; align=baseline border=1/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;Two hours past, the boy was still waiting alone in the same place.His impatient eyes looking here and there.The dreams in his gaze were fading away soon!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; hspace=0 src=&quot;http://blog.chasingthedreams.com/archives/lost_inthe_crowd/boy_3.jpg&quot; align=baseline border=1/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;The eyes became more and more impatient and restless as time passed by.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#663300 size=3&gt;There she comes...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; hspace=0 src=&quot;http://blog.chasingthedreams.com/archives/lost_inthe_crowd/boy_4.jpg&quot; align=baseline border=1/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;Suddenly there was a flash in his eyes, for a moment it seemed he found but again lost his mother in the distant crowd. Both the expressions were evident in his anxious eye. His hand went up in hope, he wanted to call her, but soon hope turned into despair.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#663300 size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The wait continues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; hspace=0 src=&quot;http://blog.chasingthedreams.com/archives/lost_inthe_crowd/boy_5.jpg&quot; align=baseline border=1/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;His eyes got tired of looking.There was an expression of lost hope,furstration and sorrow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot; color=#663300 size=3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three hours past...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; hspace=0 src=&quot;http://blog.chasingthedreams.com/archives/lost_inthe_crowd/mob_3.jpg&quot; align=baseline border=1/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;Now I too started worrying for this boy, it was almost three hours and her mother did not return. With that worry I left that place hoping, this boy will find his mother. On my way back I saw a similar picture in the distance.Another boy&amp;nbsp; waiting for some one,looking at the huge crowd below. How long is he waiting for?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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      <dc:creator>subhasish</dc:creator>
      
    <category>General</category>
         <pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2004 18:15:46 +0530</pubDate>
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    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;hi everyone,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &#039;Times New Roman&#039;; mso-fareast-font-family: &#039;Times New Roman&#039;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;Sorry I could not keep my promise. I was suppose to put up the photo feature &quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.chasingthedreams.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;Lost in the Crowd&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&quot; yesterday night, but actually couldn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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   <link>http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&amp;articleId=664&amp;blogId=184</link>
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      <dc:creator>subhasish</dc:creator>
      
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         <pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2004 10:46:19 +0530</pubDate>
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    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &#039;Times New Roman&#039;; mso-fareast-font-family: &#039;Times New Roman&#039;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; hspace=0 src=&quot;http://blog.chasingthedreams.com/archives/kids_9.jpg&quot; align=baseline border=1/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &#039;Times New Roman&#039;; mso-fareast-font-family: &#039;Times New Roman&#039;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;Take a look at this photo story about a young kid lost in the crowd. Last year while I was in Calcutta I visited Babughat during the Mahalaya, and suddenly found this Kid. Check this out around 8 P.M. tonight in &lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.chasingthedreams.com&quot;&gt;MY BLOG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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      <dc:creator>subhasish</dc:creator>
      
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         <pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2004 04:43:15 +0530</pubDate>
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    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;I took this photograph long time back. This reminds me of those days when I was learning how to handle a SLR camera. Photographing anything and everything with my untrained eye. But this one photograph still remains one of my favorites. This also reminds me of my hometown, my childhood days, my memories attached to the bank of the river Teesta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;songs of innocence&quot; hspace=0 src=&quot;http://blog.chasingthedreams.com/archives/people_8.jpg&quot; align=baseline border=1/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &#039;Times New Roman&#039;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA&quot;&gt;Reading this if you start thinking that I am a pro- photographer, and then you are mistaken. It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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      <dc:creator>subhasish</dc:creator>
      
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         <pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2004 04:38:12 +0530</pubDate>
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    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &#039;Times New Roman&#039;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA&quot;&gt;Unfortunately I started blogging&amp;nbsp;with Movable Type few days back with out knowing much about the blogs, and the blogging communities. It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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      <dc:creator>subhasish</dc:creator>
      
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         <pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2004 04:28:36 +0530</pubDate>
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