The Rocky Pilgrimage
A mid-steep, barefoot climb of 600 odd steps up this big rock of a hill, called Vindhyagiri, leads to one to the serene, graceful, monolithic status of the Gomateshwara. The view gets better every 10 steps and unless you wreck the joy of it by trying to attempt it too fast, it can give you a bigger surge than the sanctum at the top itself.
- taken at Sravanabelagola, Karnataka
Yellow Pants in the Nook
My eye caught him while idling around awaiting my mom who was shopping in the streets of Mcleodganj. So well tucked he was into his cranny that most people missed him. Absorbed in his own world, he had a set of pertinent expressions, saw what we couldn’t see, mulled over things deeply, and clapped for a stage which none could see. At times, he seemed to be observing the speed of light as if it were in slow motion.
I spent well over 30 minutes just watching him across the street. He caught my eye twice, stared at me curiously and then went back to his universe.
That silent rendezvous is as fresh in my memory today as are those yellow pants. You just can’t miss ‘em, can you?
“Children aren’t coloring books. You don’t get to fill them with your favorite colors.”
Too often than not for my comfort I observe and hear about parents having very precise ideas about what kind of a person their child is. And will be. And they don’t like disagreements or diversions from that. I dare say, “Parents, you don’t own your children. You are the bow and they, the arrows. Release them you must, come back they should if they want to.”
Taken at Palampur, Himachal Pradesh and Chawri Bazaar, Delhi.