Tuesday, June 30, 2009


test, originally uploaded by quasi's mobile.


Serious Observations of a Funny World.

Monday, June 29, 2009

daily peace

daily peace, originally uploaded by _quasi.

Every day is a good day. I say.

Serious Observations of a Funny World

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Into nature

Into nature, originally uploaded by _quasi.

Alone I walk into your realm...

Serious Observations of a Funny World.


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just wanted to see how it looks with a frame ...

Travelling to Ranthambhore

in the moving train in the night

It so happened that a friend convinced me to go to Ranthambhore National Park with their gang. It was foolhardy to invite a seasoned fool. They take these people out for excursions commercially. I have always dreamed of going to a National Park more elegantly, but hey that's fools for you.

They booked me second class (my request) on the Jaipur express while the rest had gone ahead by AC. I was on a combined ticket with some other people I had no clue about. And I did not have the ticket. All I had got was the number of the booking agent...

After several tries he managed to pick up his phone and assured me that the ticket was in the safe hands of a Mr. Chotani, who was a regular traveler and would board at Borivalli. I got Mr. Chotani's number but he refused to pick up.

So there I was, on the day, on the platform waiting for the train at Borivalli. Like a fool with no ticket. A careful examination of the xerox of the ticket, which I did have BTW, revealed that Chotani could be traveling with a young male and a middle aged female. Son and wife, most likely, I decided. The train was late and so as the crowds built up I studied them to see if I could spot my ticket holder. Lots of families with kids. But my eyes kept going back to a short feller who was as round as he was tall. He was wearing a sleeveless baniyan, showing chest hair, shorts which came up to his knees and some fancy sandals. He has luggage like he was running away and a wife and a kid.

Well the train came, I rushed into the compartment. Disappointingly he got into another. That got me praying that whoever was holding the ticket should come soon, before the TT. I found my seat and waited for anxiously. Minutes passed and, to while the time, I got acquainted with my 2 other neighbors. Young types from Poona on the way to Jaipur. I was almost ready to jump off as this was the first time without ticket and I am not used to the situation. *grin*

Then the train left with still no sigh of ticket man. I was busy imagining 100's of escape scenarios where I jump off the train. Then the TT came and asked for the ticket. I told him that my 'friends' got into some other compartment and were on the way. He gave me a look, suggested I go look for them and went on. Shortly he came back again. I told him that I have a xerox and will it suffice. He said no and started looking at me very suspiciously.

Just at that moment ticket man (Chotani from the ticket) comes in with wife and son and luggage and tells the TT grandly that I am with him. He is the same guy from the platform. Armani (now that I was nearer) baniyan and all.

He came in with some luggage having left part of it somewhere else. He went and got it. Apparently he knew every employee of the train from the TT's to the motorman to the kids who sold news papers and cold drinks. He talked non stop, a smart talk which dispensed sundry wisdom all around. His wife paid noble attention. He would ask her for a bottle of water. Then hand her the bottle cap and instructed her to hold it. Drink the water and then gave her the bottle back and instructed her to put the cap on. He would make a wise crack and look around with a smug smile of the knowledge that he was wise. He was just curious, I guess, if we 'got' it. But funny as he was, he seemed a nice guy. He was not arrogant with the hawkers. He was friendly with his co-passengers. He was soft spoken, though instructive, with his wife. He was very patient, though strict, with his son. He spent a lot of time playing with him. They had got packets and packets of 'farsan' and food etc. which they shared open heartedly with all around in typical Indian traveler fashion. After dinner he gave me a knowing smile and got out a small bottle of 'Number One' from his laptop bag. He offered all his male fellow travelers the drink declaring that we could procure more in the train if required.

He was a nice family man who kept on repeating that life and the journey were to anjoy.

Next afternoon we all got down at Sawai Madhopur station while the train continued to Jaipur. My first time in Rajasthan.

Sunday Flower

from the Maharashtra Nature Park

"The goal is not to change your subjects, but for the subject to change the photographer."

Saturday, June 27, 2009


Incomplete, originally uploaded by _quasi.

A tiny white light suddenly appears
exposing my incompleteness
unclothing the interdependence
of my existence

Serious observations of a funny world.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Monsoon clouds gathering

Monsoon clouds gathering, originally uploaded by _quasi.

The low dark clouds.

Serious observations of a funny world.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Sunday Flower

Bouganvillea, Maharashtra Nature Park, Mahim

“Philosophy is a study that lets us be unhappy more intelligently”
~ Anonymous

Wednesday, June 17, 2009


One Rainy Evening
One Rainy Evening


When the rain comes,
the heart hums.
The birds wing,
and the frogs sing.
The grass is green,
and the streets are clean.
The sky darkens,
the light weakens.
With a yell of joy
into the rain I fly
to dance
and to prance
'cause when the rain comes
the heart hums.

~ quasi, July 2001

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Sunday Flower

from the Maharashtra Nature Park, Mahim

“The essence of philosophy is that a man should so live that his happiness shall depend as little as possible on external things.”
~ Epictetus

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Sunday Flower

Chafa, Maharashtra Nature Park, Mahim
Chafa, Maharashtra Nature Park, Mahim

“The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.”
~ John Muir