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Chasing the Blues

It's a stupid, sultry afternoon. I am sitting in the comfort of a fully air-conditioned office. So I shouldn't be complaining, right? Well, I am not exactly complaining, or fault finding or even griping. I am just ruminating...ah that sound so like a cow who is chewing the cud. I just finished eating dahi-bhat (hence the simile is apt) and now I am thinking of how if I was somewhere else (read...not in office) I would spend the afternoon in pleasurable pursuits. And, for me, that is either watching a movie, reading a book or just curling up and snoring away to glory. I haven't watched a decent movie in ages, or ate decent food in ages (I am exaggerating) and sleeping...yes I get my beauty sleep of 8 hours, but don't mind stretching it to 10-12 hours on a Saturday morning. But since I am stuck in office this afternoon, I can just visualise... Movies: I am an avid movie buff, but I have realised that my choice of watching films on an afternoon like this has narrowed d

Some more Pictures

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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.