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The color of Kindness

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India 2015: “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle.”

It has been awhile since my last post here. So many things happened during that period of time … smacked down moments that make the happy go lucky me went silent without words …  my ‘maturity’ lesson, I called it.

Or maybe a trade-off for my current lifestyle that I am having now. In order for me to enjoy my “jiwa MERDEKA” or “free spirited” life … I have to experience these emotional confusion about responsibility, accountability, loyalty, trust, love, friendship, religion (as what PEOPLE imposed me on believing) and death.  More you get of X, less you get of Y.

Accepting and understanding death is the hardest for me. Loosing someone who is close to you through death does not feel the same as loosing him/ her through a devastating broken relationship. But well … life continuously goes on and on … and time heals you accordingly. For arwah Abah and Paksu … al-fatihah.

What really helped during those confusing moments? … the act of kindness by people closed to me and by those unexpected strangers in my life … helps to ease up my confusion and at the same time giving me hope and space … so that I would rise up better than before. Alhamdullilah and thank you …

If I rant further more … then this post will ended up as philosophical as Sigmund Feud thesis paper on understanding human psychology.

"We rise by lifting others." -

India  2015: “We rise by lifting others.”

The truth is … I am craving for my solitude and silence more than ever now.

With this thunder inside me now … if I continue forcing myself out, words spoken or written surely would sound more defensive and hostile. The hidden drama queen in me would probably go berserk  😉 … but ‘I am no hero and I’m not made of stone.

Looking at photos has a temporary tranquility effect on me … my all-natural tranquilizer. Sharing some human interest portraits from my recent India trip with my readers here. Images are mostly in monochrome, if you want to view in color then you can check-out my flickr account.

I need a lullaby to keep me going while preparing my today’s post. I am singing my heart out with my karaoke version of  “Until it Sleeps” by Metallica. Let’s sing along together with me … 1… 2 … 3 😉

Note: click the video below so that you can continue reading while listening to the song as your background music

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India 2015: “A warm smile is the universal language of kindness.”

Where do I take this pain of mine?
I run, but it stays right by my side

So tear me open, pour me out
There’s things inside that scream and shout
And the pain still hates me
So hold me until it sleeps

"Respect is a two-way street, if you want it you have to give it." - R.G. Risch

India 2015: What is the color of kindness?

Just like the curse, just like the stray
You feed it once and now it stays
Now it stays

They said PINK is the color of kindness

India 2015: They said PINK is the color of kindness

So tear me open but beware
There’s things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me until I’m clean

It grips you, so hold me
It stains you, so hold me
It hates you, so hold me
It holds you, so hold me
Until it sleeps

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India 2015: And, he has the color of kindness neatly tucked on his shoulder

So tell me why you’ve chosen me
Don’t want your grip
Don’t want your greed
Don’t want it

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India 2015: “My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.” ~ Dalai Lama

I’ll tear me open, make you gone
No more can you hurt anyone
And the fear still shakes me
So hold me until it sleeps

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India 2015: “The kindest word in all the world is the unkind word, unsaid”

It grips you, so hold me
It stains you, so hold me
It hates you, so hold me
It holds you, holds you, holds you
Until it sleeps

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India 2015: “Kindness, like a boomerang, always returns”

I don’t want it … no … no … no

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India 2015: “To be happy, we must not be too concerned with others”

So tear me open but beware
There’s things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me… till clean

India 2015: “In the end … only kindness matter”

I’ll tear me open, make you gone
No longer will you hurt anyone
And the hate still shapes me

So hold me until it sleeps

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“What is a rebel? A man who says NO” … so hold me until I SLEEP 🙂

I am signing off right now … and continue taking my recovery sleep. When I finally decide to wake up … I will strike harder and better than before … In Sha Allah. Till then … 🙂

Cheers

MM

 

 

p/s Ramadhan Mubarak to all my muslim readers … and we are moving nearer to the last 10 days of Ramadhan. The most blessed days in the blessed month of Ramadhan are the last 10 days of Ramadhan. May Allah grant all of us strength and will to make the remaining days of Ramadhan work to our advantage … ameen.

 

 


Colors of my Mind

Hear me roar … *r..o..a..s..squeak* *squeak* … oops

Hear me roar … *r..o..a..s..squeak* *squeak* … oops

The after effect of craziness during my last trip still leaving a tint of smile on my face. A sign that I was having way too much fun with myself and my next scheduled trip in next 2 weeks seemed dry to me now knowing that I will be left all alone again roaming the street. But being all alone is what photography is all about … at least for me lah.

Spotting moment or an interesting subject while wandering around the street required quiet mind.

Witnessing the crucial moments during sunrise, sunset, moonrising or milkyway (new addition craving) required quiet mind too.

The mind need to decide on how to feel, what to do, how to capture the moment from the best available angle, which gear and camera setting that need to be used. So, … mind … please be settled and stay calm for my next rendezvous. I will sing you a lullaby  to calm you down.  And, I am singing it out loud here with my dear readers … this is my  karaoke version of ‘Wherever I may roam’ 🙂 .

Let’s hit the lyric together now … 1… 2… 3…

And the road becomes my bride

And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride, so in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied, gives me all I need

 

The road at Pasir Berbisik, Bromo valley

A lonely road at Pasir Berbisik, Bromo valley

And with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save, to the game you stay a slave
Rover … wanderer … nomad … vagabond
Call me what you will

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A sand storm at Bromo valley

But I’ll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I’ll redefine anywhere
Anywhere I roam, where I lay my head is home yeah …

A thinker at Addis Ababa, Ethiopia

A thinker at Addis Ababa, Ethiopia

And the earth becomes my throne

And the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown, under wandering stars I’ve grown
By myself but not alone, I ask no one

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An emperor at Lhasa, Tibet

Another emperor in Beijing, China

Another emperor at Beijing, China

And my ties are severed clean
The less I have the more I gain, off the beaten path I reign
Rover … wanderer … nomad … vagabond
Call me what you will, yeah you will

A humble life in Ha Giang, Vietnam

A humble life at Ha Giang, Vietnam

But I’ll take my time anywhere
I’m free to speak my mind anywhere
And I’ll never mind anywhere
Anywhere I roam, where I lay my head is home

A door of a home in Omo Valley, Ethiopia

A home  at Omo Valley, Ethiopia

But I’ll take my time anywhere
I’m free to speak my mind anywhere
And I’ll never mind anywhere
Anywhere I roam, where I lay my head is home

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Human masks at Bali, Indonesia

But I’ll take my time anywhere
I’m free to speak my mind
And I’ll take my time anywhere
Anywhere I roam, where I lay my head is home

Carved upon my stone
My body lie but still I roam yeah yeah …

Being playful at the street of Addis Ababa, Ethiopia

Hide and seek at the street of Addis Ababa, Ethiopia

Wow! this song is surely an old song with a good vibe for those who love to roam the road less traveled. My last trip with a bunch of strangers turned bff (best friend forever) was mainly focusing on landscape photography and learning to properly shoot dreamy landscape. Beautiful experience indeed …

Being a lazy bum, I think street photography will always be my all time favourite kind of photography. It allowed my mind to wonder freely. It encouraged the introvert me to feel comfortable with stranger and it helped me overcome my fears to changes. Oppss … sorry for sounding too philosophical yeah blue 🙂 .

I am brushing all those remaining lovey dovey dust off my shoulder now, and all geared up again for my next move 😉 . Wish me luck …

Cheers

MM

p/s Click here Wherever I May Roam by Metallica to listen to the song yeah …


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