psycle

naidu from somewhere near burma
been cycling around the world
for 6 years, 11 months and 25 days
clocked 1,18,679 kilometers
on a cycle that weighs 80 kilos (without baggage)
sports a wide grin at all times.
godspeed.

#102

an old favourite
for an old favourite
for it's an even number
for in a week's time
i will be gone
to bhutan and hopefully beyond.

rs 10.50

sometimes you miss the old haunts. the memories. and the ridiculous amounts of money you paid for those memories. rs 10.50 for a movie ticket not too long ago as compared to rs 150 now is not indicative of inflation. no. it's something else. it's perhaps the death of an old way.

a strawsky

"the shadow of the dome of pleasure
floated midway on the waves"

ughughwanderlustughugh

rangaswamy's got a gun

not a 'pretty shot' i'll admit.
but serendipitious timing, you'll admit.
old man. older gun. took its time firing.
shutter up. capa proud.

les reverse angles

so i dug out some really old pics. my first shutter experiments really. embarrassing history. (but as goethe put it... those who do not remember their past are condemned to relive it)



and that there is my wonderful dog. odie.

morehustories

"gali gali mein shor hain
hu jintao chor hai"



"hu jintao kuttha
maro jootha"

tibetans (or displaced tibetans) screaming hindi slogans is always a blodie good trip.

hu

"hit it brother yo.
we're going to have a soulshakedownparty tonight"

and 300 momos.

handmedown

ok. goatherd fascination. catching up again.
give me a blue whale any day.

aana

stand up man.
and be counted man.
keep your handshake firm man.
like a man, man.

small mirror moons

so i saw a thousand me-s.
in a thousand mirror moon-s.
while her song and her sister's.
broke through splashing oar-s.
"ko oh ah oh ash
sang she with panache".

mother of pearl

pearl has flown.
we wish her luck.
and a strong wind behind.
to carry her past the roof of the world.

मेरा नंबर कभ आएग़ा?

dear hindi people.
please tell to me i spelt it correct.
i am to be seeming to say sad things in happy ways.

b’chtsch

b’chtsch.
n. the thin, high-pitched ringing of a snare drum.

with the war won
the earth stuck
one proud middle finger
to the bloodied sky
b’chtsch b’chtsch b’chtsch

bedsheet bob's back

"more fried than the greasiest fry. more bombed out than afghanistan. is it a bedsheet? is it a popsicle with hair? it's (drumroll) bedsheet bob."

later this evening, our inimitable superhero, bedsheet bob flutters back into town. it's going to be a big wild party. i promise.