A busy beedi morning
The Wine Glass
Taken at Lansdowne, India
Musings by the Ghat
Taken at Rishikesh, India
On a hot, late summer afternoon in Hyderabad, the skies burst open to reveal heavy drops and hail stones onto the parched earth. The unprepared world went helter skelter with joy as the relief poured down.
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
When you start the year with one of these, you know that you’ve got some real good Karma gunning for you.
Tropical Blast and authentic plain Vanilla, at Cafe Noir, Bangalore
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?
Afternoon Discovery
Now that’s what i call free time transportation. When Mumbai reminded me of the streets of post WW II Italy.
This photograph, for me, out of all the things i feel for it, is like a crossroad for Hampi where the lives of the inhabitants crosses that of the visitors. The sensational sky couldn’t charm both roads equally, though.
They found us when the sun was bidding its goodbye and then led us home. Reminded me why I was fascinated with a shepherd’s life as a kid and why Mr. Coelho chose one as his protagonist in The Alchemist.
For once, ‘following the herd’ was better than finding our own way. :)
The Tagless Two
Each sunset she went down
Her favourite part of the day.
When the river told her its secrets
And bare, she before it lay.
The friendship thrived
In the nest of trust
of namelessness.
A relationship, tagless; no musts.
The blueness of a clear, winter afternoon sky in Delhi. So resplendent, so perfect. It could bring you down to your knees.
“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.
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Sip the warmth from your mug, grab a cushion, and turn down the music - there is much to be said.
