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.