The Bombay Connection

How I keep going from you ..............away.
Once to Vizag, and then twice to ......Chennay.
But I'll keep coming back to you
my dear, my love - My Bombay.


                       It rains here like it does nowhere else;
The clouds casting innumerable........Magic spells;
                      a cup of Cutting................................... Garam Chai,
accompanied by Pakode..................- deep fried;
                      A long walk along the.........................Marine drive;
Get drenched in the rain and then....get dried;
                      Its sheer awesomeness gets me........Petrified;
I hear the wind whistle and listen to it cry.


Flood in the monsoon, 
sweat in the summer it may.

               I'll keep coming back to you - My Bombay.

Veggy Owls

We all know the (K)night Hunters for a host of striking features, like their huge eyes, Noiseless flying and maneuvers, as rodent-eating scary birds and for their Awesome Flexible Neck. Other reasons being their role in Harry Potter series (his pet owl Hedwig), and in the movie Legend of Guardians


I wanted to show these misconceived(to some extent) birds in a new light. Their bright colors, wide sparkling eyes, colorful beaks and vivid feather strokes. I used thick brushes and repetiive brush strokes in order to fill in the white space and give a fade effect.(best displayed by the green hills).
The owls and owlets waking up in the evening sky, getting ready and spurring into activity~ collecting berries, eating and feeding them to the young. Veggie Owls don't prefer giving  regurgitated feed to their young
(I thank my roommate for letting me use his laptop to update this post )

To Save Private Ryan or not to...

Same old thing about a Green Diwali that comes up in the Papers, but of which people don't give shit about.

This note is very Diwali-centered. But its got a lot to do with other important things too.

What happened was that I just commented on one of my friends' Diwali greetings a couple'o days back: About causing less air and sound pollution, especially in the name of Diwali festivities.

And pat came a comment from some random guy, who just felt that we people are free to burst as many crackers and cause as much noise as we can, for the sake of Diwali, as this is what the tradition talks about.

My friends, the Tradition doesn't ask us to cause the undesired pollution, neither does it ask one to disturb ones neighbour, be it human or animal.

The aforementioned Random guy's reasoning goes somewhat like this: The automobiles and the industries, cattle, noisy jets and nuclear reactors are causing enough pollution; and celebrating Diwali as one likes wouldn't make a milligrams difference to the present scenario.*period* It  will!!

This is the kind of attitude we should be wary of. We should consider taking even the small steps towards lessening the chaotic pollution already taking place.

So here it goes again:: Burst less crackers, try causing minimal amount of any kind of pollution, and have a very safe, Prosperous and yes, a green Diwali :)

Old Wood and Young Shoot

What does this picture,....................in your mind ring?
just the blue, green and brown..........of another spring?


The old and wise wood,....................trying to stay alive as it could;
embracing them in its tender shade,...those lively li'l everglades.


It rises, like its will,........................against everything that tries to kill;
it sacrifices its life,.........................to protect its green children from strife.


The old accept their demise as...........the young spring up and rise.

Weeds, we aren't talking about,
only the trees whose trunks are stout, they who feed so many a mouth,
the chirping bird and the humming bee, all find shelter under the branches of the tree.


The gray-bellied clouds betray,...........allowing the scorching sun to flay;
the soil, of its green;........................and the grass, of its sheen.

Sea Dreamer gone Sky Diving

As I soared above the clouds,
just short of touching the sky,
I peeked down in between the clouds,


I was flying above ocean-blue.
From this height I couldn't fathom
the sky-sea barrier nor the ocean's bottom.


From thirty thousand feet I jumped,
with no tether to hang on to life.


The earth and the ocean loved me so much,
they pulled me into an embrace.


Without further ado, I plunged into Ocean-Blue.
Heights turned into depths,
clouds turned into swells of water,
the feather-light feeling turned into lead-weighted pressure,
the feeling rushed in,
the moment I crossed the Horizon.
I thought that now, I did sense,
what they called  Transcendence...

Your mark of Distinction

As I come to think of it which everyone usually does sooner or later at this point of their lives, what do I want to do after this..? 
You have a bachelors degree in your hand. All you think of is about doing a masters abroad or landing a good job. All said and done. What next? Where do you see yourselves after all of this. After you get your preferred degree or get your desired pay packet what will keep you busy? You hope you find your soul-mate and settle in a city of your dreams. You'll have your dream job paying you your dream salary, your soul-mate and your dream children and their welfare. Is that all that you've thought or planned of? What next? 
All you ever planned of will turn into routine. Some might feel satisfied with that. Simple happy life .~full stop. What catches your imagination? Remember being a child? Got any memories? What have you wanted to pursue as a child? All of which were deemed off-limits by the people, society, the events of the later years. Start realizing those dreams. Enjoy your moment by living those dreams. They'll render the painting of your life in a different dimension. A mark of distinction.