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Delhi is too cold for me.

I like it hot.

So I decided to take some sunshine though the sun was too cold for me this morning just as it has been for quite some time.

But some interesting photos I got as I stood on my balcony reading a novel...;


Monkeys come and go. As usual.


But one monkey gets the other to bow down.  To stoop low.  Too low.  That's Delhi.  That's administration. That's human life.  That's life...


Then the deal is settled.


Once the deal is settled, we look the other way.  For the next prey!?


And life goes on
in Delhi
or anywhere in the world of men/women


PS: Believe me, each shot above was taken in the same sequence as given here.  Only the text was invented.




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  1. Deepesh CJanuary 7, 2013 at 6:15 PM

    :-) lovely symbolism :-)
    But, the truth u show hurts. Hope we can see effective change...

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 7, 2013 at 7:14 PM

    I think that's actually Mohan Bhagwat's wife touching his feet.

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  3. Deepak KripalJanuary 7, 2013 at 7:48 PM

    That's an interesting and relevant story woven into beautiful sequence of photographs.. Good One.

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  4. AmitAagJanuary 8, 2013 at 11:53 AM

    You say '...only the text', I say Yes It's ONLY the TEXT which has made this monkey business into a brilliant post!! Very smart:)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 9, 2013 at 10:56 AM

      Monkey life can be as interesting as human life, isn't it Amit? Thanks.

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  5. mandakolathurJanuary 8, 2013 at 12:00 PM

    Of course the text is invented! Do you know the story that given enough tme, a monkey sitting in front of a typewriter can produce a work of Shakespeare (just a question of probability!), merely tapping the keys? Obviously that did not happen here!

    I am curious whether the two monkeys were of opposite sexes; you finished the post with a mysterious "men/women"!

    Please take in the most light-hearted spirit the comment is intended.

    RE

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 9, 2013 at 11:01 AM

      Raghuram, one of the things I've noticed about these monkeys is that they always pair in opposite sexes. There's no homosexuality among them, apparently. But is the monkey prostrate before its pair male or female? I don't know. I couldn't make out. I zoomed my lens to its maximum potential to get the shot.

      I've heard the story about the monkey at the typewriter. But in the version I read the conclusion was that the probability of getting a poem from such a simian labour was minuscule.

      My post was also in a very light vein.

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  6. Easwar ArumugamJanuary 8, 2013 at 3:19 PM

    Nice text and pictures

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  7. provoqdJanuary 8, 2013 at 6:02 PM

    Hi,

    Indeed, there is a complete story which is unfolding on our roofs and terraces and we're oblivious of them. You have patiently captured each action as it was happening. Great sequence of photos. Loved the text from your end. :)

    Regards

    Jay
    My Blog | My FB Page

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 9, 2013 at 11:02 AM

      Jay, it's really interesting to watch the animals and birds; they behave like us (human beings) sometimes. :)

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  8. Sunil DeepakJanuary 8, 2013 at 6:25 PM

    Nice script Tom, can be made into a movie! :)

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  9. ekta khetanJanuary 9, 2013 at 2:28 PM

    Lolz...good one...look forward to more such balcony photography n balcony story!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 9, 2013 at 4:48 PM

      Hey, don't provoke me into trouble... :)

      Balcony shots are dangerous. People will think I'm poking my camera into their privacy. Thank my stars I have not been dragged into too many controversies yet.

      Yet this is life.

      Thank you.

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  10. KcalpeshJanuary 10, 2013 at 10:12 PM

    Nicely narrated. Without the story, these would have appeared just like few good captured photos of monkeys!! Interesting POV.

    Pixellicious Photos

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  11. AnonymousJanuary 13, 2013 at 3:19 PM

    Maybe he was proposing and was rejected, :)

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  12. Expressions of HeartJanuary 23, 2013 at 9:19 PM

    Its fun to guess what birds and animals must be talking to each other..their gestures actually match with ours sometimes!! Nice observation! loved this post!

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