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M.O.T.H.

2009-06-12T00:16:00.000+05:30

Mangoes on the highway

Tracks

2009-06-12T00:14:00.000+05:30

Scenes at a railway station

End of the world

2008-06-20T10:46:00.004+05:30

Switzerland

2007-09-04T19:55:00.001+05:30

Peddling away dreams

2007-08-10T17:46:00.001+05:30

Matador

2007-07-23T10:23:00.000+05:30

Innocence

2007-07-09T17:48:00.001+05:30

The Script

2007-07-09T17:28:00.000+05:30

On one of the Shimla treks. This is how all horror movies start.

Omnipresent

2007-06-19T14:08:00.002+05:30

On a sleepy street corner on Indiranagar 100 ft road (in Bangalore), there is this space where labourers sit for a cup of tea. Actually just a plot that has not been constructed upon.

I clicked this picture there. I still cannot imagine who scribbled the master at that place. Best of all. When did he/ she do that? And how? (You would have to pretty much sit in the mud to inscribe that, there). Were they thinking of this? Or more likely this? (the story behind the second 'this')

Pecos

2007-06-11T09:47:00.001+05:30

Plenty of beer, and Bob Marley. Sunday afternoon with a dash of silence.

Sunday Morning Jaunt

2007-06-11T09:32:00.001+05:30

Brigade Road, Bangalore

Javacity, Church Street

2007-06-10T22:45:00.000+05:30

I do not use Javacity like the water hole that lots of people use it as, but I love losing myself on the jazz weekend evenings. I love the energy that the band, and the regulars create in such a tight crammed place. Nothing formal, no build up. They just rip, and create magic. Had been meaning to carry a good camera inside for ages. I did today, but the results were not really to my satisfaction. Problem was a) Too less light inside. b) People move hell of a lot! After clicking at least a hundred and fifty pictures, I am posting a few that I liked.

Outlook

2007-06-04T10:30:00.001+05:30

Elephant tracks

2007-06-04T09:32:00.000+05:30

This is on the way to Cauvery Fishing camp. The road (if it can be dared called that) was totally broken, with large stones, loose gravel and most of all dangerous sand. Two of the three riders fell down. Both the pillions got down at separate times because the tension got too much. There was a steep fall to the river just on the right. The left had a vertical stone face. It required so much concentration to ride, every single stone to be watched, every single inch on the road ahead to be seen, and thought, how would that react under the tires. I was sweating soaked. And not really from the heat!

When I got back on to asphalt on the main road, I laid down on the road to celebrate being alive. As a recent ad says "Jhooth bolte hain wo jinhe dar nahi lagta."

The best ride ever.

The early worm

2007-06-04T08:47:00.001+05:30

(this has to be seen in the original size. Click it)

Waking up early has it's charms!

There is an old joke that went like this. "It is true that the early bird gets the worm. But what about the early worm?"

Crash

2007-05-22T18:18:00.000+05:30

Affairs in tarmac

2007-05-22T18:14:00.001+05:30

Another one...

2007-05-22T18:13:00.000+05:30

...for the bike series

Bandipur National Park

2007-05-22T17:56:00.001+05:30

Objects in the rear view mirror

2007-05-22T17:54:00.001+05:30

From the cockpit

2007-05-22T10:47:00.000+05:30

Respect

2007-05-22T10:28:00.001+05:30

Commercial Space

2007-05-22T10:13:00.000+05:30

Vice Versa

2007-05-15T23:25:00.000+05:30

This mannequin sits in the centre of the Levi's Square, Brigade Road, Bangalore. She (it would take some effort to call it it, as you can see) sits on a seating space for enough seating for other shoppers as well. The clothes are kept deliberately next to her, as if she is in limbo, just taking a breather from the shopping.

The best mannequin I have seen in my life, till date.

(Ah, and the shop assistant immediately came over to mention that taking pictures is prohibited, as soon as I clicked this!)

Straight Jeans

2007-05-03T23:36:00.000+05:30

The new ad for Lee Jeans in Bangalore. This wouldn't have cost more than two thousand bucks per showroom. Creativity to draw attention, at it's best.

The Unicorn

2007-04-06T17:08:00.000+05:30

After about two years, and about fourteen thousand five hundred kilometers all driving across the crazy distances of delhi, my first bike, the Unicorn would be sold soon. UP 16 J 36 42 (chattis bayalis for the parking guys).
This above was taken on a crazy evening below a street light. The red helmet, the drives across Noida to Mayapuri, those late night freezing drives to Gurgaon and back, this baby still always started on the first kick.

I'll miss you. For your name, for sure.

Drunken nights in delhi

2007-03-25T01:44:00.000+05:30

Couple of clean glasses, a cd of jazz and blues. A crying guitar. Thoughtful philosophizing.

Rajinder da dhaba in green park. A parking place. 9:55 pm. Just enough time to get one last bottle and coke and ice. Conversation just flows.

Apparently, so does a lot else :)

The Daily Commute

2007-02-08T00:29:00.000+05:30

I have been playing a lot of NFS Most Wanted (Black edition, if you have to know) lately. It is a stunning game, and extremely enticing for a person who cannot spend extended hours at playing his games. Twenty minutes a day is what I spend in a race, and then the next day smile when I see a Lexus LS400 at a parking, even going around to saying, "Baby, you were great last night".

But well, this post is not about NFS. It is about the stretch of road from my home to my office. My daily commute. At night when I am playing NFS, I routinely come across tracks like this.

And then, in the morning, I drive across this.

1.3 kms stretch of a magnificient fort on the left along the road (takes me a minimum of 30 seconds to whizz past). Screeching turns, a drop which you can imagine a Porsche jumping over, a red light whose existence NO-ONE ever acknowledges, and the slow unmindful traffic drudging along.

I cross Tughluqabad every single morning, and it is a pleasure unparalleled to be able to turn your bike at high speeds through the corners. And the feeling of grandeur that I mention here is humbling at the same time. Where in India can one hope to be part of such history every single day of one's lives? These pictures have not completely captured the grandeur of what I am trying to convey here, more because anyone with a camera in delhi around 26th January clicking pictures is presumed to be making a plan to blow up the place soon. So one has to be careful about those sensitivities. These though might help.

To Haryana

2007-02-03T03:33:00.000+05:30

Point of view

2007-02-03T03:16:00.000+05:30

The Doors

2007-01-05T00:35:00.000+05:30

Life's plan B

2006-12-25T00:24:00.000+05:30

Dirty Rain

2006-11-05T00:10:00.000+05:30

Unlocked

2006-09-14T12:40:00.000+05:30

Life

2006-09-14T00:03:00.000+05:30