Monday, December 24, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
he hissed and spat and bit off chicken heads. petty kings and marco polo stared on in awe. kandakarnan was master of all.
today, for a god he is exceptionally accommodating. the occasional duck to avoid an overhead telephone cable. the local red party boss is taking his time over an other cuppa. kandakarnan whose fury of yore could burn your house down now has to twiddle his burning thumbs.
temple drummers work up their usual frenzy. ball of fire follows ball of fire. whoops and cries and a golden sickle to brandish. in god’s own country, when the kids don’t sleep, mothers drop kandakarnan's name. move over gabbar.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
winter is in the bones. and i remember a year ago at drukyel dzong. bhutan's last outpost that in medieval times fought away invading chinese millions with a handful of sharp archers.
in their frocky khos, archers lined up behind drukyel dzong's baked walls and aimed and rained arrows on the hordes. that was many centuries ago. today the walls are crumbling under the weight of one too many indian tourists' graffiti onslaught. i love you rani. kemcharan das, patna 1996.
one year later i'm still besotted. with 3 days in paro. when paradise briefly relented a peek. in bhutan something strange touched me.
and it continues to itch.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
i am dundee.
itch in my shoe. it's that time of the year again. and there are so many many chains. woe.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
but as with the rest of the dreary world, i too need to find support for my head. and worry about rin soap and the children's homework and the maid who's been shirking. after this barnumesque show, i too need to return to colour television.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
the road tax is too damn high
i dont want no big mercedes
even a small ta-pow will also do
but i have no car
here the lion god
give you one fulltoo car
in red blue yellow magenta pink sepia sepulchura
it even has tyres
on a good day
my fulltoo car moves on engine power
no pushing shoving spluttering engine oil leaking
chinese music playing
shuang shuang yan
here is my air horn ok please
echoing through hills and valleys
creating public nuisance
my fulltoo car will run over tamil goats
and you too.
happy birthday yo! A/C no hand signal.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
oh yes. it's been a while.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
in a country far from here, nestled in towering mountains, two little girls with strawberry cheeks giggled as only little girls can. and pulled at each other's hair. looked at me from their mountain walls, whispered little nothings into each other's ears and continued to giggle. here's hoping that they are as happy as i found them. :)
Monday, July 30, 2007
having stumbled down the slopes of taktsang, the air's a little thicker. from the log cabin's chimney the smell of thukpa and wai wai hold out a steaming promise of a well-deserved meal. beer bottle caps pop in the background. a prayer wheel on a mountain stream measures its every runaround with a peal from a centuries old bell. a hundred birds hurry home and the furry black dog paws the soft earth hidden away under a throw of pine cones. and the woodcutter marks time with his axe. in slow arcs his old weak arms work a fallen log. an unfailing rhythm. the wind blows taktsang's holy dust into the many folds of his face. his handmedown jacket flutters in surrender to the evening chill. little chunks of pine fly off into the sky. he stops for one moment. time stops with him. all of time is slave to this weather beaten woodcutter in a handmedown, by the thukpa, wai wai log cabin. and when he smiles, the world smiles with him. for he is the grand old man of paro.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
i've nurtured a fascination for HDR (high dynamic range imaging) for quite some time now. but that annoying psy-debate that plays out in your head between classical and modern thought, for most part in my case had classical thought triumphing. but now i've seen enough. HDR is the new benchmark and i've decided to take the plunge. while my first experiments are just that - experiments, the future seems bright and promising. clear blue skies and vivid foregrounds. the first step was the software - big thanks to recho here. next up is a lot of clicking on auto bracket. i dredged up the only bracketed pics i could find immediately for these results. and they might not seem all that amazing. but watch this space. it's a whole new world.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
that part madonna part harlot, happy sad evil laugh will echo in my one functional ear forever.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
predictably he proceeds to decimate the pigs, swallowing bullets and dodging sword swooshes all the while finding the time to mouth more cult classic dialogues.from bus conductor to record breaking marquee fame - basha, the boss, padiyappa, the names are many, but the truth is one. as 'lavanya auto stand friends' will swear, there is no other like rajni."sollitte!"
Monday, May 28, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
all over, perfect squares of red, green, yellow and white mark themselves out against a blue sky. cheap block prints by the millions sending out prayers into the universe. riding on himalayan winds. the almost murmur of prayer flags fluttering in mountain air is a most becalming sound. second only to a pedal type sewing machine.
to get carried away in buddha country is fairly easy. a strong gale, sudden idealism, inexplicable feelings of belonging - the possibilities are infinite. faced with that, some of us weaker souls hang on. desperately to whatever we've known and most importantly - rationalism.
i'm a believer.