Sunday, June 27, 2004

These are some more pictures from Goa. Its past midnight here and its Saturday night. I am in office, by choice, and was looking at some of the pictures of IAD 2004 at Goa. It was amazing for the people I met. I believe we all felt that way and took away a piece of something that needs to be described by more by photographs and the jokes and the feedback mails and general jing-bang.

 

Something in these pictures reminds me that life is passing me by and I am standing here, watching.

 

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This is a picture of the beach. In the higher resolution version of this picture that I have you recognize the people so far. I had walk further on that day morning when we had gone for a walk on the beach.

 

This is the top of the Old Goa Bom De Jesus church. Sometimes there are buildings that leave an impression on you. It was the third time I was visiting this place. The first time was with Vikhyath and Anand when we were at Goa for Vicky’s sisters wedding in the summer of 98.

 

This is a picture of JK and me. JK is Jayakrishan K, Director of Xtend Technolgies. JK is probably one of the only real mentors I have had. He is renowned for some of his old time hacks and his rather popular series of anti virus software which was very much in use in south India at a time when the internet was something we heard about only on TV. If you were around at that time, you might remember him for ShellSock.

 

The hands of a potter at the Park Hyatt. I remember how delighted Pooja looked at seeing him work.

 

There is Tracy Chapman’s ‘Fast Car’ playing right now. Sometimes I think I should invest in a digital camera of my own.

 

You got a fast car

But is it fast enough so we can fly away

We gotta make a decision

We leave tonight or live and die this way

 

I remember we were driving driving in your car

The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk

City lights lay out before us

And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder

And I had a feeling that I belonged

And I had feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

 

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