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?
the BEST, night or day
One of the connections my memories forged with the Bombay I saw after almost 13 years, centered around the ubiquitous BEST buses. Twice, they almost mowed me down, without any seeming reason to do. Not everything has changed in that city. :)
Love em or hate em,
you can’t escape em.
Red, rusty and smelly
They are out to get you
From corner to corner
Here and wherever you want to.
Never stop. Allow yourself to fall in love with the world.