Monday, November 3, 2008
Happy Diwali to all of you. If someone could tell me how best to capture the flame with a normal digital camera ( I have a Sony Cybershot W-110), I would me highly obliged. I kept trying for almost an hour, but this was the best I could come up with.
Friday, October 31, 2008
The moon, framed between the two hostels was breathtaking as we viewed it standing on the mess lawns. I was initially trying to capture just the moon. Subhash taught me how to frame this one along with the buildings and a bit of the lawn.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
One of my favorite earrings. Just got back from dinner and was taking the earring off when I just clicked a pic of it. Then,focal black and white did its magic. Im in love with this pic (yes yes, narcissism). I think I'll make a header of this pic for the blog.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Took this pic when the bus crossed the railway track. It came out clearer than I expected it would.
In this special place, not known for such things
It was on that morning on these tracks was born
a love still gives my thoughts wings
I’ll always recall, even now that our time has passed
That pre-destined moment in God’s perfect plan
When through the spring rains, I chose to hold your hand
And my beautiful journey with you, began
Found these leaves curling up against the wall, in the garden. They seemed brimming with life and playfulness.
The leaves had a wonderful frolic.
They danced to the wind's loud song.
They whirled, and they floated, and swayed.
They nodded their green heads and sang along.
A honey bee perched perfectly on one of those little yellow flowers that look like baby sunflowers.
The first time I went to Pushkar. I was so overwhelmed by the sheer variety of activities that went on within the confines of those narrow roads. A water lorry was bulling its way into a thick crowd of people that were oozing towards the Bramha temple. It seemed like a surreal wave of Indian kitsch.
Multitude, solitude: identical terms,
and interchangeable by the active and fertile poet.
The man who is unable to people his solitude
is equally unable to be alone in a bustling crowd.
A glimpse of stacked cane chairs under the sun, got me whipping my digicam out before the bus could move.
I look'd, and I long'd, and I wish'd in despair;
I wished myself turn'd to a cane-bottom'd chair.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
I was having a coughing fit in the bus, and there was this kid on the front seat, offering me a bottle of water from between the crevice that the windows and the seat formed.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I love Brinjals! And sitting in a farm, relishing fried Brinjal and watching the brinjal produce being sifted through was a wonderful experience indeed on the way to Osiyan.
Bout 19 different ways.
Sometimes I just have it raw with Mayonnaise.
We reached the Osiyan Mata temple at Osiyan - a two hours bike ride from Jodhpur, in the afternoon hours. The sandstone architecture did leave us in awe. A pity indeed that we could not stay until sunset.
through prayer and song
Show me your strength and faith
ten pillars strong
Monday, July 7, 2008
Motoring a speedboat on the Vembanad lake, I was complaining about how the wind was messing up my hair, how there was too much coconut oil in the food, etc. My cousin pointed out this apt reply to my whining. We could not stop laughing. Almost like God himself was flipping me for whining about 'his own country'.
it points to the sky
I thank god for giving me
everyday to raise here
They sided their rowboat to let our boat pass. We were heading to the Vembanad lake through one of the many canals. Our resort was on the banks of this canal. We were quite intrigued by the idea of saying ' take left at the 3rd canal on the Vembanad lake, its the fourth house to the right.'
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.
The green foliage and the bright flowers of Kerala just after the monsoon, bought out the nature freak in me that had gone into hiding living in Bangalore and the deserts of Rajasthan.
Their calypso tones, you know very well;
With petals of exaggerated pride,
And self-confidence, does within them dwell;
For their Latin roots are not brushed aside
The number of battleships and the ship building yard at Cochin are worth a stop. Take the boat ride out into the yard for a tour of all the ships they have.
Come like a giant from a haven broad;
And lustily along the bay she strode,
Her tackling rich, and of apparel high.
`I’ve come ashore this final time.
Because I have no choice.'
Was it from an oceans floor?
Surging upwards through the tides
To end on this rocky shore?
Deep down within your scented heart, fair flower,
Enfolded by your soft vermilion robe,
Amorous of sweets, for but one perfect hour!
something in your boating rigmarole
something that seems to
surround your rowing pole….