Grand plans

Weekends come with a happy punctuality, and inevitably make me draw up ambitious plans to get out and about; to see a bit more of the city I am living in; and to come up with some wonderful ideas for a nice, long blog post. This one was no different, as I made plans to…

Ephemeral

  There is a moment in time, filled with fleeting happiness (or sadness), here or there, when you are young or old, that makes you realise nothing lasts for ever — all things are ephemeral. (For the weekly photo challenge)  

Between books

And that about sums up my weekend.   This post was inspired by Italo Calvino’s ‘If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler’, that incidentally I finished reading over the weekend. Cheers!

Welcome

Welcome to a world where it is always 6.43 – never early, never late, suspended between dusk and twilight, maybe. Welcome to a world where time stands still – pushing you away a little further, or prodding to bring you a little closer, a time for dreams, maybe. Welcome to a world that is what you want…

A world-in-between

Light below, lies a man-made world of fantasy. Darkness above, whose reality competes with the world below. The stars flicker and the moon stays hidden, their light too feeble to match those on earth. As I sit dreaming, a whisper in my ear wakes me, the wind that brought me to this paradise — a paradise…

On the move: Wanderings and a city

Wandering takes you places. Wandering takes you to streets Wanderings reminds you of childhood. Wandering make you think of priorities in this world Wandering lets you meet people; some inviting, some guarded, others too engrossed in their lives to notice you pass by, It also makes you aware of time, Wanderings makes for stories. Of being. Of curiosity.…

Let there be light

There stood a bakery once, Greasy chips and sweets for the taking. But they cleared it to make way for a underpass and an overpass Or a combination of the two, I cannot say, for what does it matter? On its ruins, there sits a man now; Making conversation with the flower seller a few…

Nights and beyond…

There I lay in a forgotten sleep, drenched in long shadows of my forgotten past, the flame of my life floating by on the water, repercussions multiplied a thousand times over. They rang many bells and spoke many words, brought out the night to fade my blunders out of this world. Yet more prayers and journeys later, I was still present in the…

The wait.

“Through the long shadows and the dark blue nights, As the house falls down, crumbling to dust around me, I remain folded in prayer, and wait for him to come.”

An ordinary life.

“Threadbare jeans, worn out flip-flops, Canned food and plastic chairs, Fallen signboards and mouldy green paint, An overused verandah..and boredom.” Feeling pretty blah at the moment. And I guess if I look into a mirror right now, I would see on my face the same expression as worn by the dog in this pic. Ah well. Until I find…

Up is down… (or wherever you want it to be..)

“A thousand voices, amplified to a million more, United in theory, yet screaming to be distinct for the heavens above.. Of music and songs, prayers and preaching, Of the buses and trains, ferrying people to a distant dream.. To the cries of children and the sounds of play.. Life suspended in time, yet in constant…

A taste of India _Part 1(Chennai)

This is the start of a photo series on India, its places & its people. To kick start this are some photographs taken in the Theosophical society, Chennai.  It is one of those places less frequented, but then again, that is its charm..a place to be away from the maddening crowd.. Key features of this…

Birth…

“Nimble fingers for the sense of touch, the bent back, a silence of the soul. The ticking clock to bring it to life. And something is born, my bundle of joy.”

Contradictions..

The series of photographs below seek to illustrate the contradictory nature of many aspects of our city, the coexistence of the old and the new; sacred & the profane. In focus, is the city of Chennai (Tamil Nadu, India).