Night pleasures

Night pleasures, originally uploaded by quasi's mobile.

Chai is over. Time to close. It is cold.

Serious Observations of a Funny World

Tense fence

Tense fense, originally uploaded by quasi's mobile.

The fence
was tense.
A strong gust
and it could bust.
The dogs peed
in the weed.
The buffalo could
break its wood.
One day a clown
would tear it down ...

Serious Observations of a Funny World

The bench

The bench, originally uploaded by quasi's mobile.

It is strange that sometimes something uncomfortable can be so comforting. Maybe because our ass is dumb...?

Serious Observations of a Funny World

Free

free

the storm gathering
in the abyss of your eyes
the thunder, the lightning
and all the cries

no one to hear
no one is near
rain cold on your face
above you plead your case

wind in your feet
you drag through eternity
blood on your nails
you scratch through uncertainty

deep within, the wail grows loud
outside, the fading sky
desperate and grey as the rain cloud
washing away the mighty high

search as much, the spark is lost
extinguished and extinct
the magic spell uncast
everything soon indistinct

on the lonely hill slope,
in the shadow of a tree
all you do is hope,
that one day you will be free.

~quasi 08 August 2003

Parked bike

Parked bike, originally uploaded by quasi's mobile.

Night-time. Solitary parked bike.

Serious Observations of a Funny World

Taljai devi mandir, Tikona

Taljai devi mandir, Tikona, originally uploaded by quasi's mobile.

You will find such on every fort. The protector, the goddess of the fort. The ancients had a trait not found much nowadays - faith.

Serious Observations of a Funny World

Tikona

Tikona, originally uploaded by quasi's mobile.

Am almost up the fort. There is a cold wind blowing. But I sit and wait.

Serious Observations of a Funny World

Tung

Tung, originally uploaded by quasi's mobile.

Pavna waters in the foreground. The wind is chilly. The sun's soft rays are so soothing.

Serious Observations of a Funny World

Tapri

Tapri, originally uploaded by quasi's mobile.

Our place of general time pass and some food. The ubiquitous 'tapri'.

Serious Observations Of a Funny World.

Orange Sun

Orange Sun

the wet grass of the morning
and the tiny flowers in the dew
the yellow rays of an orange sun
and the sky so blue
yeah yeah hmmmmm hmmmmmm
yeah, this is the place where I live

the mystic dance of the plastic bee
flower to flower as I watch in glee
the laughing brook with it's spirit so free
and the cool shade of the lonely tree
yeah yeah hmmmmm hmmmmmm
yeah, this is the place where I live

the joyous bird with his morning song
and the cotton clouds all along
the sultry noon with its silent scream
and the evening with its orange dream.
yeah yeah hmmmmm hmmmmmm
yeah, this is the place where I live

into the dusk of the dying day
the sparks from the fires start to play
hungry eyes and the meal is done
and again the dream of the orange sun
yeah yeah hmmmmm hmmmmmm
yeah, this is the place where I live

pale stars in the darkening sky
and then the moon begins to fly
right across this jeweled dome
on his nightly journey home
yeah yeah hmmmmm hmmmmmm
yeah, this is the place where I live

then at the crack of dawn
with the world awaking all around
the first rays of the orange sun
give life to every one...
yeah yeah hmmmmm hmmmmmm
yeah, this is the place where I live

~quasi Sept 2001

Cave

Cave

Inside the cave of my mind
where the thoughtful bats hang
nobody will ever remind
you, that your insanely humorous gang
has finally fallen behind

the cave is deep
and sometimes the cave is shallow
when the bats start to weep
even the rocky walls sound hollow

there is water in the cave
what a wonderful gift he gave
now we can eat and drink
and think
about what is to come
the whole world drowning in rum

at last! there is company for the bats
we are being invaded by the rats
if the insane humour goes from the eyes
you can see the stark emptiness that lies
in the vast void behind
called the cave of my mind...

~quasi 6 Apr 2002

Good Bye Mumbai

Time has come to go. Feels sad. This has been my home all my life. Kalina, Campus, The Naka, Cleartrip, Triveni, Palinaka and Carvalo's, Matunga Mughal Road ...

Dukkar, Chati, Coconut, Ajju, Peeyush, Sheerish, VP, Medha, Preeti, Amod, Sharvari, Nabs, Sarang, Pradnesh, Pappu, Shekar, Pakya, Zondya, Sugreev, Soham, Shadab, Shabbir, Shiva, Sandeep, Vinay, Vinu, Vasu, Mihir, Gore, Tyo, Trupti, Bakchod, Dojo, Hrush, Elvis, Happy, Sup, Vishu, Khobra, Dinya, Busty, Shot, Taklya, Mhatre, Percy, Milu, Chota, Chavri, B and G, and-anyone-I-missed -- salutes.

Matheran Dec 2009

EoY 2009

Percy and Harishchandragad

2009 has finished. It brought me peace.


Malshej Ghat


Dinya looking at the sunset


MTDC cottages


Chota and Dinya


3 Idiots


Pimpalgaon dam reservoir


Wild Flowers























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In search of the high grasslands ...

flowers and cactus

Sometimes one sees more of oneself, suddenly and without a mirror. Suddenly, because largely one is blissfully unaware and unconcerned of most of what or who he is. The realisation stikes like a lightening bolt, gifting you a moment of bright visibility.

Riding through the hills, looking for that faint memory of a vision of beautiful country which I had seen several years ago, I was a happy guy. Then in the biting cold of the late evening, what that bolt did was to light up the world and show me the many corners I have. I manage to bring out such extreme and sometime, uncharacteristically irrational, reactions out of people. Bringing out the worst in people is a thing I wish I was not able to do.

We rode out 175km to a small beautiful village called Brahmanwada in the hills. Ate a banana and headed back. The high pastures were there, spread thin over the bald hills. I had been here in October when the grass had been lush with the occasional late monsoon shower. We bid adieu to the Sun in the small ghat. A little before Malshej, in a village dhaba we had hot missal pav and tea. It got very cold. We had, predictably, like fools, had only one light jacket and one helmet between the two of us. All the way back up to Kalyan it was bone numbing cold. The windchill made the jaw muscles to stiffen and get a cramp, the head to go so cold that it started aching, the ears to feel numb with the cold going deep inside. I was wearing open sandals which added to the discomfort.

But such are the ways of the fool ...


white


thorn tree and a bed of flowers


tree


the hills and the grass


a beautiful small ghat


sunset amongst the hills


Malshej Ghat


Bhairavgad, Malshej