Sunday, November 22, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
The first sounds I ever heard were those of falling rain.
- starting words of Alexander Frater's 'Chasing the Monsoon'
It rained all day - slow and steady like a gentle shower. Put up in my home, all I did was to lay lazy and read Frater's Chasing the Monsoon with some calm rain songs and enchanting ghazals playing in the background.
The climate was just perfect to read the classic. And though I read it many times, it still evokes the joy I had while reading it the first time.
In this travelogue while following the monsoon all the way from Trivandrum to Cherrapunji, Frater brilliantly portrays the essence of the monsoon in India. He amuses the readers by introducing the local people, their humorous activities in their busy life.
Overall the book is a great pleasure to read and abundantly informative.
Easily recommended for a rainy day reading.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Still waiting for my favorite season of the year - the monsoons to set well. The rain God's did arrive on their dark chariots accompanied by thunders and lightning. But no clue about why they are blessing with less rain. Anyway, happy that they are still hovering above. Hoping there's something big in store.
The monsoon's `will it-won't it' game
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 01, 2009
Workers of the world, awaken!
Rise in all your splendid might;
Take the wealth that you are making,
It belongs to you by right.
No one will for bread be crying,
We'll have freedom, love and health.
When the grand red flag is flying
In the Workers' Commonwealth.
- Joe Hill (IWW songwriter)
Friday, April 24, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
- Started just as a fun, the blog completes an eventful year. But all credit goes to some really good photoblogs I have been following for the last couple of years, that made me take photography more seriously. As a result upgraded my camera from the Kodak KB10 (film camera) to a Canon digital. So a big thanks to all for inspiring me. Looking forward to celebrate more pictorial years.
- Wishing all the malayalees and followers a very happy and prosperous Vishu.
Monday, March 23, 2009
It was strange to see grandpa sitting in the short, plastic-stringed chair. He never used to sit in this.
The man always used to sit in his long-armed teak chair. Every morning he would settle himself with a huge glass of tea and newspaper with his legs spread across the wooden arms. In evenings he again settles in the wooden wonder and watches children play in the courtyard. He watches them so keenly may be reminiscing his own childhood days.
Even when the man was absent from the chair, everyone gave great respect to it. Little children were afraid to go near the wooden piece.
But don't know what happened to the old black-polished chair that the man adored. He now sits in a shorter version with no long arms.
The Death Of My Grandpa And His Rocking Chair.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
It was a brief meeting with Raju. He was sitting under a tree and painting a scene in front of him for his project work.
I asked him if I could take his photos. He approved and continued his work without minding me. Immediately clicked a few snaps and asked his email for sending him the photos. Sad, he wasn't having one. No problem I thought. I can meet him any time.
Raju is a Fine Arts student in Andhra University.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
It was a happy relief for me today for the two holidays that follow after a very hectic, restless office schedule this entire week.
And a very sad day due to the transfer of two of my very close colleagues. The simple sendoff party arranged for them has been almost a tearful experience for me. But bravely kept a smiling face with a lump in my throat.
Thanks to this wonderful journey of life. It really helped me find some very nice, helpful persons. Though it does present some bitter moments on the way. But at the end of the day it is those beautiful feel-good moments spent with some nice people that makes life worth living.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.
Song of The Flower by Khalil Gibran