Thursday, December 25, 2008

Snapshots from Satara

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Some patterns and other stuff clicked with my cellphone camera. From Satara. We were on our way to Kaas. We stayed at my cousin's cousin's place.

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p.s.
All photos clicked with the Sony Ericsson K790i phone camera.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Marathi Manus !



This is the land of Bal Gangadhar Tilak. Of Veer Savarkar.  Of Chatrapati Shivaji Maharaj.

All fighters.

All giving their lives in the service of the nation.

Today in this same land we have people bidding for the highest posts of public service.  Of others who pick on the weak and feel strong. Of the poor who kill themselves because they cannot even feed their young.  Were are we going ?  Have we all lost all the fighting spirit which makes this land special ?


Do I have the moral right today to stand up with pride and say
Vande Mataram !! ?

Monday, December 22, 2008

devrukh: misc stuff

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the navratra lights

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'aalu' leaves and house

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kaka's tea shop

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a 'bhel' stall

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Shreenivas. A fellow photographer I met here

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Me. As seen by Shreenivas

Sunday Flower

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from Devrukh, Ratnagiri.


“Religion is something left over from the infancy of our intelligence, it will fade away as we adopt reason and science as our guidelines.”

~Bertrand Russell



p.s.
late again. :) was travelling.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Four mosquitoes and a marriage ceremony.

the full moon and the tree and the electric pole
the full moon and the tree and the electric pole


The old fool was game to go for a marriage. He is not the type to attend marriages, but a night in the foot hills with friends added to the good deed of attending a marriage led him to believe it would be good to go. There was also some added responsibility of carrying a few fellow fools along - especially the baby fool and the fat fool. To come to think of it, even the fat fool is a baby. hmmmm.

So, as is the custom of fools, they all gathered over the whole afternoon. It was only a delay of about 6 hours so they headed happily towards the distant hills. The host decreed (albeit late) that we had to procure our own comestibles and feed our own hunger. The crazed fool led us to some good food on the way, especially the 'dabba ghosth'. That done, we headed on. The night was fresh. It was cooler here than in the ugly city we left behind.

We arrive to find that we have to look after ourselves. It was a beautiful night and sitting there on the road looking up at the full moon, it was not worth worrying about a few comforts. The bulk of the MalangGad was silhouetted against the sky... And there was a lot to contemplate. hehe. A few wise dogs from the nearby settlement paid us a visit to see what mischief we were up to. Seeing that it was only the fools on a foolish errand, they let us be in peace.

Then folks retired into the cars for some forcefully caught rest. The old fool was restless as the mosquitoes tasted and liked his sweet blood. So he went around randomly clicking some photos of the silently lit night.

Morning came. Old memories appeared to unsettle the old fool, but he stood firm. Ha. He has gone beyond. The fools were joined by some smartly dressed fools who arrived in the morning. They all danced in font of the horse with the man on top. Then they got the man off too, to dance in front of the horse. It was a weird thing about the horse.

Well, It was a good ceremony. At least for the two people it was for. As is with the fools, there were up's and down's... but anyway what's a journey without trouble, I ask?




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the beyond: the red carpet misleads one into a sense of happy bonding where the 'happy' has to be in context the bars. heh.


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the stage for a change of life
the stage for a change of life


the fan and the choking spanner
the fan and the choking spanner.


night life
puny suns


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Blue pipe and a red tap. I wish a yellow liquid had come out.


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how it all looked bright


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the speaker with the pots

Sunday Flower

Wildflowers, from Kaas.


"Life is the flower for which love is the honey."
~Victor Hugo



p.s.
A day late. :) I was in Alibaug with the beer

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Sunday Flower

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"Expect nothing, live frugally on surprise."
~Alice Walker

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Wisdom of the ages.

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Mhatre looking at his life. (a day before he left for the US)

What I Have Lived For

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a great ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.
I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy - ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness--that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what--at last--I have found.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.

Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate this evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.

This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.

~ Bertrand Russell (1872-1970)

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

'Common Man'




A scene from the movie 'A Wednesday'. Hats off to all involved in the making. People, lets get inspired !