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A Contrast in Attitude

Posted in Dreams in Disorder with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 26, 2012 by designldg

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“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.
Attitude, to me, is more important than facts.
It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do.
It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company… a church… a home.
The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day.
We cannot change our past… we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way.
We cannot change the inevitable.
The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude.
I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it.
And so it is with you… we are in charge of our Attitudes.”
(Charles R. Swindoll – American Writer and Clergyman, b.1934)

This picture was shot in New Delhi where it is still possible to see such a contrast in the streets.
Elephant and rickshaw…after all it is indeed a contrast in attitude…

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A glance inside, a glimpse outside

Posted in In Search of Lost Time, The Oldest Living City in the World with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 18, 2009 by designldg

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“I was dreaming of that day when you came my way
The smell of mangos, that impatient side-glance of yours
You took my hand
Pulled me inside the covered entrance to that palace
Time stopped
A life later I remember I caught a glimpse of you making your way outside the porch
I tried to follow you through the crowd
It has been a long while and I am still there
Inside is coming a breath of fresh air
It’s not the mango season anymore, winter is calling
I was waiting that you may hold me by the hand again
I gave a quick glance at my watch
Time stopped…”

This was shot under the porch of an old palace in Varanasi (Benaras) which has been divided into several small apartments, deeper inside there is a garden with palm and mango trees and the rest of the building which is left to some administration.
From the street it is not possible to know that such a beautiful place is there.
After the entrance time has stopped.