Omnipresent

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')

Drunken nights in delhi

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 Doors