From a visit to Nandi Hills in April this year. We missed the sunrise, but the view of the hills cloaked in clouds more than made up for it. A thick, pale-blue line that ran along the length of the horizon was a bit spooky though. It felt like it was made up of residual radioactive waste.
A visit there is due again. These hills must be beautiful right now as it has been here raining incessantly.
I took this picture before I had started using Twitter, yet Twitter is what it reminds me of now. Taken on Christmas at the Dastkar Mela in Delhi. Same place as these dolls.
I am feeling very nostalgic at the moment. The feeling is mingled with a good deal of sadness. Sadness at things passing away. Sadness at being a mere helpless spectator. The Barista featured in the picture above used to be my favorite place in the world. The sunlit, tastefully-done, quaint building at St. Mark’s Road, is now a Hard Rock Café. It is dark, dingy (even on a bright Sunday morning) and soulless.
A Gulmohar tree – again on St. Mark’s road – was felled this weekend. It was huge – with its canopy reaching the other side of the road. I don’t know if it came down on the account of heavy rains here or was chopped down for yet another harebrained expansion of the road. It was a source of joy and strength.
All this makes me want to run away from Bangalore. Problem is, where will I go?
Taken somewhere in Hampi some 3 years ago. Most of these figurines are missing an arm, a hand, a leg or a foot. I can’t help but marvel at how much more life-like they would’ve been, had they been left unmolested.
Clicked in the light off a Nokia 6070. I think the overall effect is somewhat interesting (disconcerting?).