M.O.T.H.

Mangoes on the highway

Tracks

Scenes at a railway station

End of the world

Switzerland

I loved Switzerland. The air was so fresh, the place was so clean and aesthetic. Every nook, every block was a picture out of a postcard. I walked a lot during my days in Switzerland. I never imagined I could walk so much and my feet hurt each night. I didn't have my fav foot massager to ease out the pain at night. But then, I walked again the next day. Walking is a great way to see a place. You can really absorb.

Peddling away dreams

Matador

Innocence

The Script

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

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')

Pecos

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

Sunday Morning Jaunt

Brigade Road, Bangalore

Javacity, Church Street

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

Elephant tracks

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

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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

It's raining outside and I don't have "the good umbrella". I will stay in tonight and catch up on all I have to watch.

Affairs in tarmac