In the lift.

In the lift., originally uploaded by _quasi.

In the lift.

Small metal box.
A grey haired lift man who ask's me everytime which floor I got to go.
Sometimes he comments that it is rather hot.
Rarely gives me a toothy half grin.

My new babe.

My new babe., originally uploaded by _quasi.

My new babe.

Hope she doesnt let me down. (no pun)
hehe

Stuart of Cleartrip

Stuart of Cleartrip, originally uploaded by _quasi.

Stuart of Cleartrip

Captain Hrush

Captain Hrush. http://www.cleartrip.com, originally uploaded by _quasi.

Captain Hrush.

Cleartrip

Planning to go where few men (if any) have gone before ...

My new babe.

My new babe., originally uploaded by _quasi.

My new babe.

love

from a tree next to 'C' building, Campus.

Can you really believe some people actually write crap like his ?

love

love is freedom
     love is to set free
love is the sweet river
     love is the salty sea

love is not to ask for
     but everything to give
love is death
     love is life anew

love is a butterfly
     we the flower
love is weakness
     love is the power

love is blindness
     love is divine sight
love is darkness
     love is the inner light

love is harmony
     love is strife
love is the bandage
     love is the knife

love is the hangman
     love is the rope
love is the leap of faith
     love is the ray of hope

love is agony
     love is ecstasy
love is soft passion
     love is you and me

26^th Nov 2004

Update Oct 2025 - Now this poem has an audio song.

In the train.

In the train., originally uploaded by _quasi.

In the train.

X

DSC00325, originally uploaded by _quasi.

I am sure I am one of life's few chosen ones. I may not always get I want, but I sure get all I need.

And sometimes all you need is a bamboo up your ass.


Jim Morrison sings a beautiful song ..

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger’s hand
In a...desperate land

...

It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

Happy birthday to you dude.

Happy birthday to you dude., originally uploaded by _quasi.

Happy birthday to you dude.

The Seller of Peace

He sells peace. Or death. Or whatever. Or he is just trying to keep everyone happy and survive. Or he is just another clog in this huge machine and has no real control as to what he does.

But he does sell peace. Everything has a price, even peace. And the price need not be a tangible commodity. Heh.

Writing.

My neighbouring kid Akhalya E, from Campus

Instead of being the regular escapist and just posting arbitrary photographs, I am going to write in every post from now. Heh. But the photographs still remain arbitrary.

Matheran.

Our mountain refuge.


The philosophical photographer.


The end of another day.


Irshal, as always, stable, robust, solid, proud. Standing.


The beginning of another day.

The cycle continues.

Foula @ Kala Ghoda Arts Festival

My friend Sanket's group Foula was playing at the Kala Ghoda Fest. I smuggled myself out of office, went like the wind to the NGMA, shot these photos and then got back like the wind to the office to continue with my duties. Heh. Life in the Fast Lane (tm).

Matheran

Washed away railway track

DSC00284, originally uploaded by _quasi.