Weekly Photo Challenge: Between

Lord Vishnu in the “Kurmam” avatar Between the Devas and the Asuras … The depiction of “Samudra Manthan” at Suvarnabhumi Airport, Bangkok, Thailand.

Samudra Manthan

Samudra Manthan

The Manthan scene reflecting off the roof of the airport.

Manthan Reflection.jpg

Between, Day and Night; Between, Land and Earth – Twilight through a plane window.

The lovely hues of the sky - through the window of a plane.

The lovely hues of the sky – through the window of a plane.

 

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Split Second Story

Indian Railways are a legacy of the British Rule in India and today besides being the core of Indian Public Transportation system, they are also the best means to view the beautiful landscapes of this vast country.

Over the monsoon water engorged Kaveri

Over the monsoon water engorged Kaveri

Monsoon is the season of joy in India! It washes the dust of the summer away and brings new vitality to the country. A shot of the birds enjoying the splashing waves of Kaveri captures the enjoyable moments of a good monsoon!

Enjoying the splashing waves

Enjoying the splashing waves

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Letters

During our recent trip to Thailand we came across this shop called “Sistema”. They wish to preserve the culture of Thailand by creating silver jewellery and show-pieces, reflecting Thai tradition.

I was fascinated by this necklace with Thai numerals in silver…..

Thai Numerals in Silver

Thai Numerals in Silver

The card at the back read ….

Description of the Necklace

Description of the Necklace

A little research made their meaning clearer – Thai letter 9 is pronounced as “gao” which sounds similar to “Kow-nah” meaning progress or moving forward.

Considering that most numbers are considered lucky in one culture or the other … wearing the whole lot makes one super lucky?! I would like to believe so ;)

 

In Loving Memory

Days go by in the continual boring routine of sleeping, waking, rushing to office, eating, sleeping, and so on and so on … days merge into weeks, weekends rush by and soon months just pass away without any perceptible difference.

But not today. Today there is an sms on my phone: “We lost her last week”

Today a flood of memories engulf me – of my first time away from home, in a new environment and new people, my first time away from a sheltered life – graduation college. My anchor in this whole new chaotic world – my new roommate. She was the elder of two sisters, her father worked overseas and HER anchor in this new chaotic world, her friend and confidante – her mother.

Her mother – this hardworking lady, who though brought up in a conventional traditional home wished more for her daughters; this lady who would fight with criticising family members to give her daughters the freedom and choices that she never had for herself; this lady who handled my tomboyish ways with indulgent reproach; this lady who let me into her home and played gracious host to a number of pj parties for our girls’ gang; this lady who meant the world to her daughters.

“We lost her last week.” said the sms.

The labours of daily living would soon force my mind to the mundane routine of everyday life, but not today.

Today I want to relive those precious gossip sessions and discussions that she presided over; Today I want to bow down to the staunch resolve she always had for doing right by her daughters; Today i want to rail against that dreaded word “Cancer” that broke her resolve.

Today, I just want to spend a few moments in isolation, in loving memory.

 

Mental Judge

the pains of getting used to new place and new people

the pains of getting used to a new place and new people

Anton Ego: “Since you’re all out of perspective and no one else seems to have it in this bloody town, i’ll make you a deal. You provide the food, i’ll provide the perspective, which will go nicely with a bottle of Cheval Blanc 1947.” – Ratatouille

P.S.: On a related note of “negativity destroys all” do check out this lovely series at ZEN PENCILS here.