Saturday, December 31, 2005

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.

Friday, December 30, 2005

blogthis - My new job.

blogthis - My new job., originally uploaded by _quasi.

blogthis - My new job.

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Utsav in Motion

utsav in motion
22nd-24th 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, ...

Wednesday, December 28, 2005


blogthis, originally uploaded by _quasi.


Thursday, December 22, 2005

Eve O' Utsav '05 !

photos with the SE K750i

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

Sunday, December 18, 2005

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.

Friday, December 16, 2005

Thursday, December 15, 2005


me, originally uploaded by _quasi.

near madness

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

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.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Saturday, December 10, 2005


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

Friday, December 09, 2005


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