rako'n-tûr'

2006-11-23T08:48:00.000+05:30

{birth}

2006-11-21T21:33:00.000+05:30

n.

The first and direst of all disasters. As to the nature of it there appears to be no uniformity. Castor and Pollux were born from the egg. Pallas came out of a skull. Galatea was once a block of stone. Peresilis, who wrote in the tenth century, avers that he grew up out of the ground where a priest had spilled holy water. It is known that Arimaxus was derived from a hole in the earth, made by a stroke of lightning. Leucomedon was the son of a cavern in Mount Aetna, and I have myself seen a man come out of a wine cellar.

{ - Devils Dictionary | Ambrose Bierce }

.Madhushala. Born of 3 men. (ok....2 men and a boy..)

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ambassador

2006-08-22T12:27:00.000+05:30

this is one i've been dreaming of a lot!
a lot, lately.
driving across india in an amby....
lazy feel, bulky curves;
dig, dig, dig!

these pictures are from raghubir singh's 'a way to india'
till i come up with such a collection....
doze dazed on that backseat!

dylanmirrorserendipity

2006-08-18T15:15:00.000+05:30

it happened today;
this morning,
wet morning,
without notice;
as is wont,
but he won't,
stop making sense;
perhaps nevermore than today,
wet friday today.

when you wake up in the morning baby look inside your mirror
you know i won't be next to you, you know i won't be near
i'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
as someone who has had you on his mind...

the songmaker

2006-05-30T17:55:00.000+05:30

he comes
sits with me for a while,
and then we walk away.

like strangers always do,
on a railway platform, or
like in the movies - a park.

but this time,
you are not on the giant wheel.
you are not visiting, again and again
that old, aged scene, with assured familiarity.

because this time
we walk away
whistling a new tune.
together.

# washerman tales from the godavari

2006-04-27T16:57:00.000+05:30

# another day in paloncha

2006-04-27T16:23:00.000+05:30

# bayline bombay

2006-04-27T15:02:00.000+05:30

the road show

2006-04-25T20:37:00.000+05:30

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life goes on,
the road don't end.
or may be it does
end for you;
when, you are not on it anymore.

meanwhile,
we are all hurtling headlong;
this narrow ribbon,without a map.
riding hard on heresay,
or just drifting along.

i can see your car, i can see its colour, its make;
but i dont know what music you are playing,
can't guess what you are thinking about,
can't stop to have cofee with you.

when? where? who? will crash into whom?.... is speculation.

speculation of the celestial kind.

# besmirched

2006-04-18T17:24:00.000+05:30

to the one who cares

2006-03-29T00:40:00.000+05:30

vanquished nobility and cotton-clad warriors,
vegetating in a moffusil village;
have lost their identity cards
the pretenders and masqueraders
with their pussycat baby-dolls,
prance aplomb in our temple.
and then there is the new monolith
a new religion in riffs,
has the kids flocking to it.

i stand alone, and wonder:
"is this what the scales have to offer?"

if you can find me
smell some familiarity in the dust of my sandals,
walk along....
let us test the promise of tomorrow's land.

# to the one who knows

2006-03-28T17:05:00.000+05:30

# on the trot

2006-03-23T09:45:00.000+05:30

the picture is from one of my 350 nonstop rides......cruel andhra sun - got sunburnt :(
nevertheless, its infinitely rewarding to be on that black seat....leisurely munching up miles, no thought of the destination, stopping to have some chai or even riding slowly behind a schoolbus with kids waving wildly at you :)
and one more thing - its good to ride alone.......its a greater learning experience.

# headlong

2006-03-22T09:56:00.000+05:30

bombay-pune expressway

does it gives a climactic experience in referring to bombay as mumbai?
or, is it just for the plain satisfaction of making things difficult for thousands across the world?
i do not know.
its just a new name.
and another new name!
mumbai, kolkata, chennai....

can we invite bangaluru please?

carry on, carry on!

prologue

2006-03-21T18:39:00.000+05:30

i want to say something about myself.
somethings rather...
things that interest me. things that i'll be writing about.

on my page, you'll find....
photographs pretending to be esoteric,
my wish to ride from dhaka to lahore on my bike,
why i love the royal-enfield bullet,
my thoughts on the indian music industry,
recollections of sundays centred around doordarshan shows,
my own jaundiced anlyses...
and several other ramblings of my mind.

i have no spectacular disclaimers, so please feel free to berate me whenever possible.

# saturday night shots @ bhadrachalam

2006-03-21T17:40:00.000+05:30

unnecessarily nostalgic hangovers

# silent commentary

2006-03-21T16:01:00.000+05:30

khammam station

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2006-03-21T15:17:00.000+05:30

this is,
the start.
a small declaration.

'tis here that
i turn down lanterns,
put pretention to test;
strike a match to light up
the images of the mind
and cajole capricious lullabies
to crown the dark evening,
for my friends.