Sajal Choudhary - Photos

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Wed, 22 Jul 2026 06:51:55 GMT

food and other things

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Fri, 17 Jul 2026 06:57:30 GMT

Nature and Renewal

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Tue, 14 Jul 2026 14:28:02 GMT

On both occasions the weather was stormy when we (I) visited the crown bridge. There was lightning in and around us while we returned. It was fun talking about lightning striking people while we returned.

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Mon, 13 Jul 2026 18:28:27 GMT

Spotted at the beach today - musicians!

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Sat, 11 Jul 2026 21:48:59 GMT

In and around Helsinki

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Sat, 11 Jul 2026 07:30:34 GMT

Left the home early in the morning today. The city is different at this time, with mostly empty streets, workers cleaning the streets and so on.
I had a similar experience when we were going to Talinn. The sun had just arisen and there were bands of golden light across the buildings.

Helsinki Pride 2026

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Fri, 10 Jul 2026 06:30:25 GMT

Some pictures from the Helsinki Pride Parade.

A rainbow over chemicum

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Fri, 10 Jul 2026 05:43:21 GMT

Saw this just as we were coming up after completing our walk. I actually saw a man looking in the building’s direction first, then looked at the building to see what he was looking at. There was a lady removing the flags from the staff.

Day TwentyFour: Sport

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Sat, 05 Apr 2014 00:44:00 GMT

Day TwentyThree: Parallel

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Fri, 04 Apr 2014 18:19:30 GMT

Day TwentyTwo: Parallel

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Thu, 03 Apr 2014 08:04:24 GMT

Day TwentyOne: Sentinels of the Border

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Wed, 02 Apr 2014 20:55:26 GMT

Day Twenty: Fog

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Tue, 01 Apr 2014 20:55:32 GMT

Day Nineteen: People

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Mon, 31 Mar 2014 10:34:00 GMT

Day Eighteen: Metro

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Sun, 30 Mar 2014 23:00:05 GMT

The streets of Chandni Chowk, Delhi.

Day Seventeen: Tarmac

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Sat, 29 Mar 2014 21:27:08 GMT

On a highway to hell?! Or to heaven?!

Day Sixteen: In Death

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Fri, 28 Mar 2014 22:56:29 GMT

In death, he gets shitted on by pigeons! And well, not many of us get a statue.

Day Fifteen: Voice

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Thu, 27 Mar 2014 21:18:56 GMT

At the Golden Temple, Amritsar.

Why did we invent language?

To diminish boundaries, or the other way around?

All religion is serene;

It’s we the people, who’ve sort of forgotten

Why we created religion in the first place.

It’s us, always been us,

Who downgraded one religion, or the other;

Ours was always the better one.

We fought wars,

We conquered.

Day Fourteen: The Hungry Man/Dog

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Wed, 26 Mar 2014 21:37:07 GMT

He looked hungry.
He did.
But he had no money.
He could not buy.
He could not eat.
And so he sat, dejected at first
Then he grew in hope
As he saw others just like him.
Maybe worse.
Hope.

Then came the man, the big man.
He bought a pack of cookies.
Tasty cookies.
He salivated.
He slowly moved towards him.
It was difficult.
But hunger was worse.
And so he moved, and then sat
On the man’s porch.
He sat, looking. In anticipation.
The big man had the whole pack to himself.
All he wanted was one, maybe two cookies.
He wasn’t asking much, was he?
He was being reasonable.

Ask though he did not.
He sat there, looking. Waiting.
He grew tired soon.
The cookies.
He could smell them.
And so he began wagging his tail.
He did the best he could.
He spoke as nicely as he could.
He did all the little tricks he knew.

The big man noticed him now;
And threw him a cookie.
He grabbed it and swallowed it down.
There was no savouring the taste.
Then something happened.
He got another cookie, and then another.
The big man must be in a good mood today he thought.
Jumping around. Eating all he could.
Soon, others came. Others like him.
They had smelled the cookies.
There was some competition. But no fight.
They were all hungry.

There was one last cookie left.
The big man held it in his hands.
It was almost gleaming.
Others had left.
This one was for him. The last one.
And so he stood. Waiting.
The big man threw the cookie down.
And just as he approached it;
The man kicked the cookie, away from him.
He rushed not sure what was happening.
But the master was faster.
He kicked the cookie again.
And again. And again.
The big man was laughing. And kicking.
But he did not care. He wanted the cookie.
It was his.
And so he kept playing. Running.
Getting there just in time to see the cookie getting kicked off again!

Day Thirteen: Fall

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Tue, 25 Mar 2014 21:08:47 GMT

My infatuation with the university campus knows no bounds!

Day Twelve: The Lord in the Mountains

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Mon, 24 Mar 2014 20:24:40 GMT

He’s gone; the Lord
He has left.
He’s in the mountains, alone.
He’s not looking down, nor up.
Not right or left.
He’s looking inside. Looking.
He’s smiling.
He’s sad, and angry. But not happy.
He’s smiling, the Lord.
He has left.
He’s in the mountains.

Day Eleven: Washed

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Sun, 23 Mar 2014 21:07:00 GMT

Day Ten: Faces

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Sat, 22 Mar 2014 21:49:00 GMT

Day Nine: Reflections

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Fri, 21 Mar 2014 17:47:39 GMT

What do you do when you see your reflection;
Not in the water, or a mirror either. But
In a person.
Its almost like seeing a ghost.
What do you do then?
Reach out?
Try to grab it?
Talk to it?
Or do you scamper off in your closet? Scared.

Day Eight: Martyrdom

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Thu, 20 Mar 2014 18:30:34 GMT

They died here that day,
Died.
They did not do a noble deed,
No. They were not martyrs,
They were victims. Of some general’s desire
To implement, to enforce, to scare.
They were not martyrs.
Had you told them, they’d be killed for gathering in the bagh
They wouldn’t have arrived that day
I think.
I wouldn’t have had at least.

Day Six: Green

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Tue, 18 Mar 2014 18:31:00 GMT

The glorious fields of Punjab

Day Five: The Girl With the Bazooka

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Mon, 17 Mar 2014 21:39:10 GMT

That’s what you do on HOLIday!

Day Four: The Transporter

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Sun, 16 Mar 2014 23:22:13 GMT

Day Three: Spiderman

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Sat, 15 Mar 2014 21:30:03 GMT

Spiderman!

Photography Challenge: Day One

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Thu, 13 Mar 2014 17:08:47 GMT

Disclaimer: This is not an original idea. I ’m not sure if anybody can claim to be the sole-proprietor of it either.
So, what happened was this.
I was in the middle of my examinations; this was actually the second exam but since I’m in the final year and there’s like only three theoretical subjects this time around, I was actually past the half way mark, when I decided that I wanted to look at TED. You know TED Talks. Now, it’s not that I hadn’t seen any in the past; I had, quite a few of them infact. But exams do something to our machinery, my machinery. And so, at around eleven in the night I began watching these talks. It was during one of these, that I stumbled upon the Do something new for the next 30 days talk. Now, I had already been introduced to the concept courtesy a blog post/page by Mr. Emberton; but hadn’t really had the balls to actually begin with it. It seems I’ve grown a pair in time.
There are a few things that I need to do: quit rice, do yoga, write those thousand words per day and then some. But I was always scared. I mean come on! No rice for a month! Hell, I can’t even do that for a week! I still am scared. Looks undoable. And so when I stumbled upon this talk I sort of smiled a bit and thought: now that the reading challenge is already on; how about a 30-day challenge to complement it. Also, rewards and retributions suck. SO, this is something that I’m going to do, because well I want to, not because if I fail, I might have to taste dog food!
There’s another aspect to it. The satisfaction of actually completing one might be, I don’t know worth the, umm, well the work. I want to taste it. Smell it. Feel it. The satisfaction. And, so in order to get into a habit, I guess, in order to sort of have an idea about what to expect, I’ll start with a simple one I guess. The 30-day Photography Challenge. And to make sure, I won’t be clicking sefies and posting them here, there’d be just a minor condition attached to it all: there will be no photos of my home, or the gym, or the furniture, or the pet (even though I don’t have any!) Well you do get the zest.
Here’s the first photograph to kick open the challenge.

Phoneography Challange: My Neighbourhood

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Sat, 09 Mar 2013 09:05:25 GMT

taken with my BB curve 8520

Sorry!!

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Sun, 19 Aug 2012 09:43:59 GMT

Sorry mum!! 🙂

The Eye

sajal@sajalchoudhary.net (Sajal Choudhary) — Sat, 18 Aug 2012 16:24:38 GMT

The big bad wheel in a typical Indian Mela