Happy New Year
Wish you a Happy New Year. May the New Year bring you joy prosperity and a lot of colours If you feel there are far too many colours already, let the New Year bring a new kind of colours.
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Merry Christmas
This is the crib made at Premdaan, a Mother Teresa home at Bhatti, New Delhi Wish you a Merry Christmas
Symbol
Do the symbols people choose reflect the level of their civilisation? Note the level at which the sword is held... the body language. Does the body language reflect the mind, the attitude? [Photo courtesy The Hindu, dated 23 Dec 2010]
Heights to Conquer
There's a whole heaven to conquer Whatever the obstacles be on the earth The heaven beckons Ceaselessly
Neglected Art
Economic concerns are so overwhelming today that art is likely to be relegated to the wilderness.
Harmony 2
When man's creativity blends with nature's beauty, Harmony is born. [For Harmony 1, please see below]
Pilgrimage
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights... [T. S. Eliot, 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock']
Man beneath the costume
Beneath the motley of the clown, we are just ordinary human beings like you. The costume is only an appearance, a professional hazard. Blogger's note: These two persons, whom I met on the arterial M. G. Marg in Gangtok, were promoting Sikkim Tourism. When I turned my camera on them, they posed happily and voluntarily for me.
Relic
"Full many a flower is born to blush unseen And waste its sweetness on the desert air." Thomas Gray
Patient Waiting
The morning broke to a drizzle The clients are yet to arrive So, you will wait Patiently Until Globalisation will come and replace your cycle rickshaw with a Maybach!
The Moon and Romance
Shine There's so much darkness around us. At least, you keep shining. And bring some romance into our life. Real Romance.
Empowerment
Can you empower yourself with the energy from those electric lines? "Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?" Robert Browning
Innocence
Ready? Go ahead, don't bother about me. I'm just an intruder with a gadget. Yeah, that's it. You are a newborn calf. You believe my words. Soon you will learn not to.
Monkey Business
The monkey clambered up the wall and looked around. Then he [let me assume that it was a 'he'] caught hold of the DTH dish. He shook it vigorously a number of times as if to ascertain its sturdiness. Having ascertained the sturdiness, he sat down leaning against it, majestically.
We need salvation from certain kind of Religion
The phone rang just as I finished my breakfast. It was my sister calling from Kerala. “Do you remember that professor who got into a controversy with a question he had set for an exam on Muslims?” asked my sister. “Yes, has something happened to him?” I asked with a sense of foreboding. “He was attacked by a group of people this morning and his palms have been chopped off,” said my sister who lives quite near to the college where the professor teaches. I switched on the TV. A Malayalam news channel reported that about eight persons intercepted the professor’s car as he was returning home from church. They were carrying weapons like knives and axes. They also attacked the women in the car though not fatally. My thoughts raced back to J. S. Bandukwala’s article in the latest edition of Outlook which I read last evening and the interview with Salman Rushdie in this morning’s Literary Review of the Hindu. Both Bandukwala and Rushdie are Muslims who think that there is som
Darjeeling
The Tung railway station between Darjeeling and Kurseong. It is at a height of about 3500 feet. The railway station is just a small office on the roadside beside the residences of ordinary people. Every signboard in the Darjeeling Hills carries the name Gorkhaland, though Gorkhaland is yet to become a political reality. A view of the toy train. One of the many charming life-like stuffed creatures in the Natural History Museum in Darjeeling. The Kanchenjunga Peak - two views. For the text related to these pictures, please log on to: www.matheikal.wordpress.com
The Gift of Kupup - 2 (Bunker Mandir)
The bed of God Harbhajan Singh in the Mandir dedicated to him at Kupup, 16000 feet high on the Himalayas. Gangtok - Kupup: 60 km. But that road is closed right now. Take a 130 km stretch from Gangtok by a private tour operator and voila you're there at the Mandir which fulfils all your wishes! This is supposed to be the room used by God Harbhajan Singh! Quite a few decades ago. There are quite a few army trucks making their way up and down the 32 hairpin bends almost every day. Any day one of them could have transported a swivel chair. A cell in the Bunker Mandir, also known as Baba Mandir. The entrance to the Bunker Mandir.
The Gift of Kupup - 1
The road to Kupup - with its 32 hairpin bends which our co-driver was keen on counting at every bend. Tourism is the chief, perhaps the only, industry in Sikkim. A yak with its calf. Our driver was very keen that we shoot the calf. "Shaitan [satan - mischief incarnate]" he said, "that's what the calf is." The hamlet of people living at an altitude of 16000 feet from sea level. Is ordinary Indian life any worse than life in the Indian Army? If you see the Indian Army's quarters in Kupup you'll think it's better to join the Army. Indeed, that's whay the Indian Army has a huge human strength. The bunkers on the frontier. This frontier right now is accesible for tourism. If China attacks India, it may be a different story.