Brew

Photo : Linda Baptista

Morning dawns...

And I scramble

Like an addict looking for her fix.

Light up the flame

Whip out the milk

Leaves from the hills

Whose freshness I yearn

Maybe it's their energy that I crave.

The mountains are calling

And I must go.

Life is waiting

I must wake up,

Look at it eye to eye and say,

'Take a hike with me.'

That mild sweetness in my cup

Bees that have rambled and traversed

This dying breed I seek.

No ties and shackles of slumber

The cup that I drink from world's left behind

From ventures anew

My daily fix...this morning brew!

Feeling Fat?

Feeling fat?
Work out!
Feeling lonely?
Call a friend.
Depressed?
Create Purpose.

But we love to convolute matters...

Feeling fat?
Lower self-esteem
Buy Nike, Puma products to walk the dog on his evening poop.

Feeling lonely?
Spend hours online, alone.
Liking, posting, stalking
Virtually envying people's vacation pictures most of which are from the years gone by
Go from lonely to depressed in less than 5 minutes.

Now splurge on shopping
or that new bike / car which makes you look 'cool'
But financially, feel miserable.

Is money always part of the equation?
If yes, then drop the money bag and think 'below the poverty line.'
If you didn't have that car, you'd walk, get tired
But not feel fat.

Is it that simple, really?

The Girl in the Red Dress

I'm hooked on her, ogling more than the male patrons. She seems to see the eyes glancing at her but doesn't look back at them. 'I don't care for what you're thinking,' she seems to say. 'You're here but you don't exist.'

'Couldn't you find a safer job?' I'm judging anyway. 'Sure the money's good but something safer maybe?'

It takes courage to be the girl in the red dress.

Good Morning 02

At the end there is hope. So make it to the end.

Good Morning 01

All things steel lying stagnant in the rains rust! Probably why ‘Real Steel’ was not shot in the monsoons except the scene where they find Atom, dirty, old, rusty and discarded. All it took is a child’s belief.

Thrills for free

Sunday evening and there's a buzz of energy all around. The families washing and drying their clothes, bathing their children at the tiny pockets of water between the rocks. The couples that have claimed their space for romance. The foreign tourist who is venturing out with her DSLR towards the waves. All others who choose the comfort of the promenade over the unevenness of the rocks. Clicking fake pictures with their IPads, digital cameras, DSLRs and mobile phones. An elderly man tries to capture his wife through his iPad and is driving her all over the place for a perfect shot. There is litter around and we have left it there, we're comfortable with it and it is part of our scene. All of this is me.

Picture Perfect Pawana

Photo Courtesy: Vasant Salian

She makes it seem as easy as breathing. Fearless and fourteen she wades off without a sound, except for that of our egos shattering with shame. Each one secretly knows the apprehensions they hold inside.

Snapping from this humbling realisation we swiftly hop into the kayaks. Straight out of a movie, except its real. Reflection of the setting sun, silhouette of blue mountains, storks flying...an experience so serene that we'd rather tire rowing than turn back.

'Right is left and left is right' were the instructions to row. And we quickly figured it out just to experience the awesomeness of lake Pawana.