Sunrise on a Mountain.

At chowk. It was really chilly. My watch showed 13C. The windchill had our fingers numb. We sit and try to glean some warmth from the thermocol the old feller was burning.



We took the old ghat road. This is the Mandir I remember from my childhood when all vehicle used to pass this way on their way up. We used to lean out of the window to throw the coin in an effort to entice the Lord to make the journey safe. At one time I have spent 7 1/2 hours stuck in traffic here. Now the road is empty and almost abandoned. Times change.



Moon over the Express Street.



Dawn breaking over the expressway.



Khopoli in the valley still shrouded and smug in the darkness.







Early morning near Sahara Valley.



Panorama. The west view - from south to north.



Nice road. We had a wonderfull ride.



This is up to where we went. A small cozy tapri.



Dukes nose on the way back.



All photos taken with the SE k750i cameraphone.

stormy

Photo by Himanshu Mhatre

Have you ever been really really exhausted ? Every step a huge fight. Like on a trek or climb. You wonder when you will reach the top. The only thing which keeps you going is the hope that the top is near. I am at a similar spot. Emotionaly. I thought I was strong. I thought I never would need to fight for every step here. But I was wrong. Like many things.

How fragile we are. How easy it is for the apple cart to topple. How easy it is to stray. So what we are is mostly a collective effort of all the people who have anything to do with us (in varying degrees). So actually where is the I here ? What happens to it ? It's use is in, by the same logic, playing a part in defining the world for everyone it is related to.

We no live alone, We no can do
We no can escape the entangled mesh of emotions surrounding us.
Just find a balance in it.

The Chair

The Chair, originally uploaded by _quasi.

This is where Raju's dad sits every day.

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Kishor Gaikwad

Kishor Gaikwad, originally uploaded by _quasi.

He was singing sad songs, full of emotions, for my heart to cry.

Lesser Flamingo's

Lesser Flamingo's, originally uploaded by _quasi.

At the Shiwree mud flats we lay in wait... There are more birds of the human kind then the avian. We see large lenses and brightly colored colored chicks. It is cool to be bird watching.

The tide is way out. So are the scarlet Flamingo's. So we have to make do with their 'Lesser' cousins.

But it was good fun - all in all.

Nishikant Kamat @ DF

Nishikant Kamat @ DF, originally uploaded by _quasi.

Director of marathi movie "Dombivili Fast" .

Guitar Player

update - more photos:




Vijay, Raju's cussin brother. He plays leads for the band "The Alter Ego's" from Hydrabad. He came, he drank rum and water with us. And then he played Floyd. Amazing stuff.

One hell of a dude indeed !

25,000 km

DSC00003, originally uploaded by _quasi.

Me and my bike : 25000km together. I dont feel like selling it. There are very fond memories around it ... she used to sit there, sometimes, behind me.

Kishor Gaikwad

Stayed at his place yest night., originally uploaded by _quasi.

Stayed at his place in Nerul yesterday night. Doing a shoot with him with the new Sigma 90mm (and the 50mm)... Thought I would post direct from cellcam.. :)

boxes of light

boxes of light, originally uploaded by _quasi.

Boxes of light in the sky. Urban inanity.



Yesterday I saw "A Clockwork Orange".

A Clockwork Orange (1971) is producer-director-screenwriter Stanley Kubrick's randomly ultra-violent, over-indulgent, graphically-stylized film of the near future. It was a terrifying, gaudy film adaptation of Anthony Burgess' 1962 satiric, futuristic novel of the same name. This was Kubrick's ninth feature film, appearing between 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) and Barry Lyndon (1975). The luridly-colorful set designs by John Barry, costume design by Milena Canonero, the synthesized electronic score by Walter Carlos, the colorful and innovative cinematography by John Alcott, and the hybrid, jargonistic, pun-filled language of Burgess' novel (called Nadsat - an onomatopoetic, expressive combination of English, Russian, and slang), produce a striking, unforgettable film. Some words are decipherable in their contextual use, or as anglicized, portmanteau, rhymed, or clever transformations or amputations of words.

The controversial film's title and other names in the film have meaning. The title alludes to:

* a clockwork (mechanical, artificial, robotic) human being (orange - similar to orang-utan, a hairy ape-like creature), and
* the Cockney phrase from East London, "as queer as a clockwork orange" - indicating something bizarre internally, but appearing natural, human, and normal on the surface

The film's poster and tagline advertised its themes of violence in a police state, teen delinquency, technological control, and dehumanization:

Being the adventures of a young man whose principal interests are rape, ultra-violence and Beethoven.

vasu at night

blogthis, originally uploaded by _quasi.

it was late at night.

shadow vs. steel

DSC00156, originally uploaded by _quasi.

take me on

light

new year

self portrait by some folks on the naka


the new year comes
the dead one awakens
only to spit me in the eye
the world goes round
need to check my core
question mark on my soul
doubt on my reality

all I live by
all I care about
all my truth
all my faith
all my love
all in question

why do I still feel she will come to me?
is it faith
or insanity.

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What does one do when one's faith crosses path's with one's reality ?
When faith is put up against the wall.
Will it survive?
Is it important?
Or should one ignore it and go with the perceived reality ?