Posts Tagged ‘Images


Residents, visitors and other beings extraordinaire! 3

“Even the dullest bird or face becomes interesting when you give it a good look in the wild/flesh. The way the shadow drops across the cheek, the light hits an eyebrow, etc… there are many more angles, positions etc. than you can ever imagine. My heart always makes a little jump when I see things in birds or faces that surprise me.” –  Siegfried Woldhek

The more I gave birds and other creatures ‘a good look’ and moved away from their spectacular markings, colours and behaviour; the further I found myself concentrating on their bodies and limbs.

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Residents, visitors and other beings extraordinaire! 2

 “I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.” –  Emily Dickinson

I once read somewhere, that, ‘there is nothing like attracting birds to a birdbath……It’s also great to watch birds at feeders, but there’s something particularly exciting about watching birds splashing away or sipping water from a bath.’ However, the bird baths that I have, draw more birds than the feeder, and, there are certain bird species that do no use the feeder at all. And yes……………………..a pecking order exists!

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हमेशा की तरह

ज़हन में बसने वाली
बहुत दिनों बाद
झुंझलाई सी
आई, और
धम्म से
तुनक कर
बैठ गयी;
और मैं
हमेशा की तरह
निहारता रहा|

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The screaming from the


perforated the thick grey

walls and

enveloped itself

around quiet corners

of my being.

Vaguely familiar faces

with loud, open mouths,




towards me;

waiting to be


desperate to get under

my skin as I

try to remain

sane in

the midst of all



एक हक़ीकत यह भी!

“मैं हँसी के जाम में, ज़िंदगी का ज़हर पीता हूँ,
फेंक कर पतवार को हाथों से नाव खेता हूँ.”
“मैं क्या हूँ? कहाँ का हूँ? कैसे बताऊँ?
मैं – एक वह हूँ, जो मैं समझता हूँ मैं हूँ
एक वह हूँ, जो दूसरे समझते हैं मैं हूँ
असली मैं, इन दोनो बीच कुछ हूँ.”
– कुछ पंक्तियाँ कविता संग्रह ‘क्षण घूँघरू’ से (लेखक: स्वर्गिय प्रोफेसर रमेश कुमार शर्मा)

जिंदगी की ‘जेब में
इक छेद क्या हुआ,
सिक्कों से ज़्यादा
रिश्ते सरक गये.’

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Shadows of a Haunting

“Each leaf that brushed his face deepened his sadness and dread. Each leaf he passed he’d never pass again. They rode over his face like veils, already some yellow, their veins like slender bones where the sun shone through them. He had resolved himself to ride on for he could not turn back and the world that day was as lovely as any day that ever was and he was riding to his death.”  – Cormac McCarthy, Child of God

Where do people go when they disappear? I mean, what happens to them? How do they disappear?

I know a person, whose mother-in-law, once walked out of the house, supposedly to buy something – and disappeared. Simply vanished. The family is fairly rich and they spent a huge amount in trying to trace her. The police; private detectives; advertisements with photograph in all major newspapers……it has been over twenty-five years now and no trace of her. Nothing has been found. Not even a body. Such an amazing situation. Where did she go? What happened to her?

How wonderful would it be to disappear? Just to go away from everything. But, technically, you cannot disappear if you are still in some one’s mind? When does one stop being remembered? How does one make memories go away somewhere? How do I make my ‘memory’ disappear forever from somebody else’s mind?


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My heart nearly stops

beating at each

clashing ring and the

guts coiled

tightly threaten

to painfully push their

way out.

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Having torn pages

from my life’s notebook,

I want to recreate passions

from the past.


The churning of images in

my mind,

only magnify the sounds of

a rustling sheet.

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Believe it or not…

Curling my toes to grip the ground further

I stood with the stars and awaited

the assault.

As the lustre was sucked-in slowly

a bright shadow glowed over the mercurial

flow that surged towards me with a roar.

Balanced on the silvery surface,

I stared out a fierce defiance

and in the distance the flickering lights

winked their silent


I am very sensitive to environment and the hostility permeating from this place was obvious to me from day one. Not a single tree, bush, flower or building had music. Initially planning to write something scathing about the place where I was for over a month… but, there is really no point…and this episode supersedes everything. It is intense enough to even boggle my senses and I do constantly try and rationalize everything. However, once again I have no answers and the reader is at a liberty (when aren’t they) to dismiss this post as delirious rendering.

Technically, six people should be able to connect a link as this post has to do something with my life, but, I think only three are going to really react in their own ways. The others are not even aware that I have a blog.

And so….what you have here, this time is a re-construction of images and voices.

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22° 29’N; 73° 32’E

If a building makes us light up, it is not because we see order; any row of file cabinets is ordered. What we recognize and love is the same kind of pattern we see in every face, the pattern of our life form. The same principles apply to buildings that apply to mollusks, birds or trees. Architecture is the play of patterns derived from nature and ourselves. – Jonathan Hale, ‘The Old Way of Seeing’

Tranquil and silent in time – more or less protected by its sudden abandonment nearly 500 years ago – Champaner is the name of the settlement adjoining the volcanic hill of Pavagadh that rises an odd and abrupt 800 m amidst the sweeping  plains of Gujarat. It is a hill range that has yielded pre-historic tools, cave paintings and probably still conceals further layers of history – from the Puranic to a Rajput; an Islamic to a Maratha; and, finally a British.

The complete hill is one amongst the oldest stone formations in India. Due to its igneous rocks that contain high amount of Rhyolite, the entire hill gives an appearance of light yellow with tinges of red.

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August 2020