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Look - Alike..

It was a usual Thursday. Nothing new but something interesting. I was commuting to office on this sweltering hot afternoon. Glancing outside the window every now and then I kept observing every little thing that fell in my sight. Some lost in their own world - while some busy bees who do not know what world actually is - walking down the road. Every motorist tending to burn up the road and the speeding cabs turning to their own set traffic rules, a limping dog trying to cross the road and what not.

After a while I switched my attention to the song running on the radio. And all of a sudden our cab driver Babu  pointed someone in a special attire on the road. I was shocked to see this so much so look - alike of our Mahatma Gandhi. And my immediate reaction was to scream and next thing to click these pics to share with you.


I was astonished and guess so are you.

An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind. ~ Mahatma Gandhi.

Comments

Jack said…
Ashwini,

Resemblance is quite a lot from distance, specially attire. You were quick to capitalize on this opportunity. Still no rains?

Take care
Rachna said…
Yep from far there is a resemblamce.
@Jack: Yeah right from far he resembled quite a lot to Gandhiji.

And rains - parts of the city has been getting drizzles from last two evenings. Hope to see more action in the coming days...

@Rachna: Right!
KParthasarathi said…
If he were here in real,he would have been a square peg in the round hole.The world has long forgotten the values he stood for.
Memories of Mahatma came gushing in.
Thanks for an entirely different post
Bikram said…
I have my reservations on Gandhi.. so will only say beautiful picutres

Bikram's
@KParthasarathi: Oh yeah it would have definitely been different if he was in real standing there.. Thanks for liking this stuff.

@Bikram: hmmm I respect individual opinion. Everyone has their own views and ideology. Thanks for loving those pictures.

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