Concert Alliance France

p.s. my website is mostly down, so I am posting photos on flickr and here.

These are from Raju's concert in June '05.

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Utsav in Motion

utsav in motion
22^nd-24^th dec 2005


Utsav, the high point of a year at Ruia. We swear by it. We adore it. We immerse in it.

This year was different. We were part of it, yet apart. Strangers in a familiar place. Relics from the past. Times had changed, so had people. Like warriors of old, we hung around, competing with the young brood.

But it had its toll. There was joy. There was dance. There was energy. But it was laced with sadness. Sadness that this must all end. Sadness that this is joy on loan. Sadness that this was not living the present but reliving the past.

The innumerable friends, all gone. The girls, the crushes, the inspirations, all gone. The belongingness, the innocence, all gone. All that remained were fading echoes from the past...


It touched the heart as nothing else. There were no tears on the outside, ...

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Senior Gavankar

Harsh's dad : he fed us good food.

Eve O' Utsav '05 !

Utsav

Last year of college. MScII.
Sumedh and Sujay are volunteers for "Infra" this year again. :) It's back to college for real.

run down

"The only thing constant in life is change"

Then, how or what, in this constantly changing world, are we supposed to feel a connection with ? Change has always been here. But the pace of change has never been so much. An intuitively vague thought creeps towards me ... hold on - hold on to something. Only the ones with strong anchors and protective coves will survive the storms ...

A very complex web of entanglements has me struggling for breath. The culling of trees planted with love's labour. How long does one carry dead bodies ? How does one know the body is dead ? Because it speaks to me. My hallucinations surround me. The law of nature is simple. The new replaces the old. Life goes on. The dry grass is burned to destroy the weak. Then the rain bring life again.

Coglin's Law "Bury the dead : they stink up the place".

I wish I were dead sure about the death of the dead one.

matheran chronicles

When I arrived at the Gavankar residence at Matheran, I was meeting Harsh's old man for the first time. He immediately put me at ease with his warmth. Dinner was ready and the old table with it's warped top planks was laid with large inverted white porcelain plates with inverted glasses on them.

The plain rice with the phodni che waran and ultra thin special matheran potato wafers to accompany tasted like the best meal I had had in a long while. I was tired from the long lonely journey from Mumbai and then the even lonelier long walk from the bike parking to the Gavankar residence. That was a good meal.

The next day Senior Gavankar made mutton, dry and with gravy. We had mutton pav for lunch and mutton rice for dinner. After a heavy breakfast of omlette pav me and Harsh went exploring. The late lunch was a feast. I have never eaten so much mutton at one time before. After lunch me and Harsh spent hours trampling through the odd sopts of Matheran. We were dead tired by the time we got back home for dinner.

Above photo : Harsh in post dinner contemplation.

nut

Photo by Harshwardhan Gavankar

At Matheran ...

me

me, originally uploaded by _quasi.

near madness

That Night

I reached at 2100hrs, after braving the darkened bylanes of Matheran, at the Sarasvati Vidya Mandir school. The old gate, the heavily wooded grounds, the climbing pathway, they all made me feel like I was entering some mysterious old castle rather than a school. In the diminutive light of my torch I climbed up as fast as my quirky knee would allow. As I reached the top, the sight of light put some heart in me. There was a single naked light bulb lighting the school varandha.

I called up. No answer. There was no one there. Like a moth, I squatted underneath that light. Outside was pitch darkness and weird noises. The funny part was there was no cell network under the light, but as soon as I walked into the darkened far corner and into the weird noisy night, the cell showed a bar. I sms'd a few who I assumed to be near. One never really knows. I waited for half an hour twiddling my thumbs and getting more and more restive ... then I unpacked the camera and the tripod and clicked a few. The one above is one of the school buildings. I could barely see it to focus.

Light

Irshal at midnight

... the longer you look, more details you see. If you are looking.

spur

I stand alone,
surrounded by such beauty,
free as a bird,
the whole world my
playground ...

back

Finally back online.
New place. New life. New connection.
Old me.

One Rainy Evening.

One Rainy Evening. That is the approach to my bulding. It was past sunset I think. It was a dull rainy evening. 8 second exposure on tripod with me and Mhatre to yap. Mhatre holding the umbrella over me and the camera. Fun. Then that time in Matheran when I mooned near the rock patch were Vishu got stuck. Then the other time on Irshalgad with Percy and Mhatre when we cooked amidst large quantities of red crawly insects. Then that time on Visapur with Percy and Milind running around jumping and the wild buffalos who gave us a scare and how the 4 of us slept in a 2 man tent with all the baggage and equipment and how the dogs pissed all around the tent.

I have had some really good times.

long back

Long back (so long back, that I dont even remember - but must be nearer 12 years ago) I took this one from the top of A bldg. The trees were younger then, shorter. One could see over and beyond them. That is the road to Kalina. :) This was a long exposure, arbitrarily, on the Zenith-E. Considering, it came out pretty well. This one is a scan of a 4x6 matt print.

I will be away till I get a new connection in the new place.

The Sitarist

My Salon Entry at the SP Forum.

After 4 J's we were sure on the edge. :) Raju and Adityo especially, they got involved in a very intense Guitar vs. Sitar jugalbandi. I dont even remember how I took these photos. It was my friends manual Nikon FM10 - a strange machine which did'nt like strangers either. The photos are at weird angles suggesting very weird positions on my part.

The Dream

Not long ago, in a charming dream,
I saw myself — a king with crown’s treasure;
I was in love with you, it seemed,
And heart was beating with a pleasure.
I sang my passion’s song by your enchanting knees.
Why, dreams, you didn’t prolong my happiness forever?
But gods deprived me not of whole their favor:
I only lost the kingdom of my dreams.
–Alexander Pushkin

[noticed on Sthitaprajna Jena's blog]

go

finally I set you free
finally I see
nothing in your eyes
for me

-x-

treasure your freedom
follow your dream
find your anchor
difficult as it may seem

you cannot run forever
you cannot pretend not to see
you cannot for long pretend
to be who you dont want to be

foggy

Where I come from seems murky. No, not murky, only shrouded. Shrouded in the distorted cosiness of the past. But sometimes that is beautiful.

life@29

in the evening the city moans
a cesspool of emotions gone dry
fleeting connections all around
too fickle to give time to try

in the simmering crowd
on the bustling street
the allusion of a thousand souls
there is no one to meet

fighting the daily battles
burnt and scarred every time
I fall into a wakeful sleep
as a solitary watch I have to keep

in the privacy of my hell
I make war with my daemons
like the moth with his wings burning
no glory, no escape to the summons

but soon the rain brings
new moths and new flowers
the ghosts and daemons
washed away by the showers

the cycle continues
distilling me every time
as I make my way
through the ancient doorway

the temple falls silent
the priest has fled
who is there, now that we are free
but you and me

zondya

My last friend in the Campus. Zondya. Nitin. A good feller.

Time has come to leave. Leave the childhood behind. We are shifting out of the place we have been staying for the past 20 years. The years of fun and frolic. School. College. My teens. The chor-poolice whole day. The football in the middle of the night. The fights. The parties. The night-outs. The TT mania. The "she is not for you". The place where I first fell in love. The place of my first heartbreak. The place where I used to take lots of walks in the rain with her.

One time, when I had finished my Std IV exams we visited a strange place in Kalina. We travelled from Tarkhad Village via Vasai. The occasion was the visit of the Haeley's comet. A large telescope had been put up on top of a large mysterious building. In the darkness I could see lots of mysterious people and children. The feller with the telescope showed us the comet. He also explained how to find it (it was not visible to the naked eye) with a pair of binoculars. I have memories of tracking it down and finding it. That hazy fluffy patch of sky seen through a 20x50 Zenith. I had always been interested in the heavens.

That place was the University of Mumbai Campus. That building was the LN Library building. Those children were to be my friends. That was the place we were to shift to, flat no.4, bldg. A, my father's newly acquired quarters, and to my new school before it started... That was March 1986.

One part of my life comes to an end.
Adios.

Ganpati Pule

Konkan Road Trip [day 4]

It was our fourth day. We reached Ganpati Pule (and civilisation again) quite late. The mood was very pensive. It had been a long day. Next day was last day of phase I. Sujay had decided to leave for Mumbai from Ratnagiri while we would continue.

We slept right next to the Mandir. With the sea in front, the moon above, and the wind around us. The security guards did not own the place, so we could do pretty much what we wanted. We did. We got spiritual on the beach in the stiff breeze late at night. We talked (only after dinner).

Birthday Greetings

My dear friend Prashant Achrekar's birthday today.

Happy Birthday dude.

Late afternoon at Janjeera

It was a mellow late afternoon at Janjeera. Mama is busy photographing the small sail boats which got us here. The old stone walls reflecting the soft light of the setting sun ...

Konkan Trip [day 1]

On the road to Vishalgad

On the road to Vishalgad. It was a bad road. Very bad.
Konkan Road Trip day 7.

happiness