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Golden Temple (Tibetan monastery) at Kushalnagar, in Madikeri district. There's a big Tibetan colony here Prasad at Nalkanand Palace, Coorg Deer in Kabini jungle   

Picture Diary

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Kabini Jungle Lodge is known for tuskers. Spotted quite a few. Alas no tigers! Sun sets at the Kabini lake. Loved the gorgeous colours. An artiste's colour palette! This is the jungle lodge we stayed at. Lush greenery. Sit on the clouds and float away into nothingness. Or perhaps pull out a few wisps and gobble them. This is so ME. Always hungry.

Moments in History

This is not a blog post. But, I felt I had to say something about the recent movements for Democracy in the Arab world. First Egypt and now Libya and Bahrain. Time's up for dictators? I surely hope it is. The iron-fisted rules can't withstand the twitter attack....

Sisters!

Sisters can be pest, Sisters can be best! I know it's a BAD RHYME and not even a verse. But that's what sisters are - pest and the best. I was a pest for my elder sister. We both love chocolates and as a kid I was always searching her bag for toffees, chocolates, Dairy Milk in secret zipped pockets and finishing them up. I was always prying. I was always nosy. I was her shadow. She is elder to me by 9 years - a decade apart. No wonder I was like a spoilt brat rather than a sister she could depend on. Whatever talks I had with friends have told me that one sister is equivalent of a samurai army, ready to slay the person who troubled their baby. Am I glad that I NEVER had to face a class bully or 'well-meaning'  teachers never came in my way! But I wonder what happens to the eldest girl? Whom does she turn to in difficult time? I never bothered to stop and think until today. Whom did my sister go to when she needed to sob or ached for a pat on the back? For me,

All Ears

I don't eavesdrop as a rule. I think it's slimy and creepy. But sometimes when you hear some interesting tidbits, you don't turn away, right? I have reproduced some tidbits with extra spice. All ears? A not-so-old lady (despite what she says): OMG.....I am soooooooooo sorrrrrrrrrrry dear. Sooooooo sorry to let you down dear. I keep forgetting...old age. I will get in touch after I am back from my holiay. Ta-da! A woman (girl perhaps) wearing a plain, lose salwar suit. Hair unkempt: You know what...the other day... xxxx channel aired the interview I conducted with of Shankar-Ehsan-Loy. My uncle called up after he watched the broadcast and said, " Tuzhe sasarkadche sahishnu ahet bagh. Bagh...mahercha adnav lavayla manai karat nahit. Sahishnuch te!" All this about the sasar ....and not a word about the interview, Hrrrrrrmph. Roving Eye: See, here comes the 'Company Clown'. My God...she is so FOOLISH. Thinks no end of herself. But, humein andar ki baat

Aai's garden

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These photographs are of my mother's garden - her favourite flowers, trees and her final resting place. This is how it looks like in her absence. I have tried to capture various corners of the garden.

Missing Ms Jingle Jangle

Is it Saturday today? Why is there a pin-drop silence then? The usual background voices/sounds are missing...and I have realised it now. I can't see Miss Jingle-Jangle's head bobbing over her work...nor have I met her at our favourite destination – loo. Our paths cross there almost every time of the day when I go to relieve myself. Our paths cross...but we never ever smile. In case I miss meeting her, I can always tell if she was there before me – the overpowering fragrance of her perfume and spilled water near the washroom. Reminds me of Archimedes's 'eureka' experience. (I am being wicked!) Well....Miss Jingle Jangle's braying irritates me most of the times. She is forever on call. “No....no. I need you to book Mr....X and Y on this flight. He will be returning back on...” Her favourite topic though I can guess sitting on the other side of the aisle is, food. “ Nahi..nahi sweet dish toh jaruri ahe. Hum log neeche gaye 5 min, 5 min karte rahein. Humnein t