Moving home...

Seven years and 250 posts later, I no longer blog here.
And thank you!

heartefacts

the collection of random artefacts at Albert Hall museum in Jaipur ranges from Japanese samurai doll, to Indian god head, through Greek philosopher bust.

the tourist guide

every fort, palace, mausoleum, temple, church and gompa in the country is best explored with a tourist guide. specimen in this picture with the flared pants, gave us a more colourful history of Ranthambore Fort than one tends to find in textbooks. in the early 13th century, Hamir Dev sheltered Muhammad Shah, a rogue general, formerly employed by Ala-ud-din Khijli. Khijli's begum was apparently "mating" wih Shah on the sly, when a tiger walked in on them. but the general was quickly up and killed the tiger with one fell swoop.

the begum was later "mating" with the sultan, when a mouse walked in and Khijli got all flustered. provoking the begum to remark, "here you are scared of one mouse, while your general kills tigers". Khijli immediately asked for the general's head, who promptly ran away to Ranthambore.

har har hazratbal

perched on one bank of Dal Lake, Hazratbal is Kashmir's holiest shrine. inside is a hair belonging to the prophet. outside is a bustling market with shopkeepers peddling meat, wicker baskets, breads and some suspicious looking sweet thing.

all my favourite trees

right at the top of anjanadri, hampi is one lonely tree. you'd think with all the monkeys around, there'd be more trees. 

where do old gods go to die?

apparently hereabouts, they never die. we're a country that would never throw away faded, peeling, broken, decaying gods. we only find a new resting place for them. preferably with a view. 

mon œil !

Apparently with no surprise,
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play,
In accidental power.

dai peter

spanners on a telephone line

tools hung out to dry. and a recuperating fuel tank.

kochi kat klan

fort kochi's cat collection.

forever loving bob

malus are quick to appropriate all manner of icons. we build football shrines with lifesize replicas of Argentina's entire football team. cardboat cut-outs of che guevara regularly compete for space in god's own country, with giant hoardings for jewelery. and now, we officially even celebrate bob marley jayanthi. in fort kochi.

scheming to jump

for some time now, have been plotting a move. from blogspot. and have finally got around to working on it. coming soon, the big shift.

UPDATE: After much procrastination, I've decided to stick around. Blogspot suits me fine.

windmill worries

"Something there is that doesn't love a windmill." Meanwhile I've just discovered Lightroom - yes yes have been living under a rock and all. Many thanks to KS Pradeep for showing me the way.

khasta kata baccha

deep fried thingies followed by some syrupy sweets for breakfast every day, keeps your cardiologist smiling.

the interpreter of masalas

to navigate the labyrinthine world of indian masalas and assorted knickknacks you'd best enlist a wise guide and an adventurous stomach.