My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. William Wordsworth
“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.” – Thomas Merton Another gem IN the wall: #WordlessWednesday 3:12 P.M., 1 October, 2018, The Beatles Ashram, Rishikesh, India Floored by the myriad wall art that adorned the crumbling, moss-covered walls of the Beatles Ashram, I went on a “capturing them” spree. These are a just few of those images that left me mesmerised and intrigued. The calmness of the Ashram was punctuated by the gushing Ganges…
“And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders For well you know that it’s a fool who plays it cool By making his world a little colder.” – Hey Jude (lyrics), The Beatles 1st October, 2018, 2:20 P.M. Did you wonder why this post has been titled Hey Jude? Of course, it’s the Beatles song. But then why Hey Jude and why not Here Comes the Sun, Let it Be…
“Some women have a weakness for shoes. I can go barefoot if necessary. I have a weakness for books.” – Oprah Winfrey The Generous Book Lover 6:14 A.M. , 10th October, 2018 Backstory: It’s Wednesday yet again, and I have begun to love my Wednesdays more than before. And why not? My #WordlessWednesday post goes live, I get to read some exclusive ones in the linky, and go for my early morning walks with my…
The Saffron Clad Sadhu 7:04 A.M., 2 October, 2018 I’ve always been intrigued by the Sadhus of India. Some Sadhus have a mystic charm, some a sly, scheming modus operandi and some just puff their souls to the twirling smoke of chillum***. In India there are different sects of Sadhus; the much in news; Naga** Sadhu or the naked sadhu) and the Aghori Sadhus who actually feed on dead human flesh. Bizarre, don’t you think? On my recent short…
the road less travelled 7 August, 2018 What does this picture tell you? A lone traveller on a deserted road? A path where the flora towers over mankind? Are we are mere inconspicuous beings? For me, this photo not just brought back memories of my awe-inspiring walk on the lone road, at Balur, Chikmagalur, South India; but also conjured up a medley of words in my minds eye, by my two favourite poets, Rumi and Robert Frost. “Beyond right…
ten things i Am grateful for on monday How did your Monday morning start? Is it Moan-day or Monday for you? Did you wake up with a spring on your feet, or did you bemoan the beginning of another choc-a-block week? Did you enjoy your coffee looking out of the window, and kiss the children a happy good-bye, as they left for school? Or was it a morning of frayed nerves with the alarm not ringing, and your…
La familia 29 May, 2017 The summer of 2017 was a remarkable. La familia took a road trip to the lush, cooler climes of Uttarakhand from Gurugram, where the summer heat was refusing to beat a retreat. One of our pit stops was my birth place; the stunningly, verdant Pantnagar University, before we headed out to mountains of Dhanachauli. This shot was taken upon our arrival at the captivating property where, we were put up. The cottage and the clouds…
Every time Ma sang Hickory Dickory Dock, I thought of Grandpa’s grand old clock. In my head a gigantic mouse would stealthily climb Grandpa’s clock. It would then twirl around in a tango with the little man playing the drums. Many moons have transcended time and tide. I’m back to Grandpa’s crumbling mansion. Grandpa ain’t around anymore, nor his clock. “Where is Grandpa’s cherished clock?” I ask the caretaker. “Oh! The British gifted Grandpa that clock. They claimed it…
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.” – Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar The Mighty Fig Tree On our arrival at Balur Estate, Chikamaglur this August, the first thing that grabbed our attention was this mighty beautiful fig tree. It really caught my fancy, as I’d never seen a fig tree. And…