Monday, August 14, 2017

Call of the mountain



You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain;
I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care.
As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown,
I have a world apart that is not among men.

- Li Bai


Though these Ladakh mountains in the painting are brown, the essence of the poem still stands. Li Bai touches a cord with his innocent words.

Read more about this ancient Chinese poet on Wikipedia

Friday, May 05, 2017

Woven



While life is yours, live joyously;
None can escape Death's searching eye:
When once this frame of ours they burn,
How shall it e'er again return?

~ Mādhava Vidyāraṇya
musing over the Charavaka philosophy.

Monday, April 10, 2017

Moonshine



The return journey was long. The travellers were tired. The baby traveller had braved the hours of drive well but was now nearing the end of her patience.  We stopped at a corner of the winding Pasarni Ghat. The traffic moved along twisting and turning on the side of the bare hills. The moon, shining in its full glory, gave us some food for thought.

Full moon over Wai. 

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Waves of Happiness

Diveagar Beach


golden sunsets and serene beaches,
crispy mornings and the mountain reaches,
peaceful days dancing in the sea,
the long roads twisting and turning with glee.



Watching the sun go down near Arvi Beach


Arvi Beach


Thursday, March 09, 2017

Hanging box




Got out the Minolta 50/1.4 out after a long while. I used to love this lens. It was always on my Dynax 5 in the film days. The naka photos, the Dombivili Fast photos, all have been shot which this one.

Friday, February 03, 2017

Of two cups



It is so sad that Microsoft killed the Lumia series of phones. I love my 1020 – the camera on it has a feel to it unlike any other. This one is edited with an app called 'black'.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

The new babe



The Royal Enfield Himalayan.

Finally I went for an RE.  Because this is unlike any previous RE. Because they designed for a purpose.

Sunday, December 04, 2016

Sunday Flower



What is it we are looking for?

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Red Flag



Goa

Friday, November 25, 2016

Cockeyed Metal Pig



Peeping through the wall.

Serious Observations of a Funny World

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Reading



.. in the dark.

Friday, November 04, 2016

Play

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Mumbra Hills



Oh so long ago we came here with Errol D'Douza to learn rock climbing. Me, Vivek and Shabbir. We started with the nursery at Kanheri. Then did the slab there at 34. Mumbra was harder – there were lots of loose rocks around.

It must have been sometime in '97 or '98. One early morning we travelled from Kurla by slow train to Mumbra station. We had to go towards the right - towards Kalva. The slums were not as widespread as now but we still had to navigate them. Errol told us of the Nutan (film actress of old) bungalow which was perched on a ridge. It was a famous landmark at that time. From our spot we could see the railway line below us and the water body beyond. Errol was a super fun person with amazing stories. He was also a kickass teacher.





A few years ago I went to stay at a friend's friend's place in Kalva. We reached very late and partied all night. In the morning when I woke up and looked out of the window, lo behold our old rock climbing spot right outside! The buildings have taken over now. Everywhere.

Saturday, July 02, 2016

Approaching Monsoon

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A pink blush late in the sky.

Thursday, June 02, 2016

High ground



I so wish to be walking these footpaths..