A window I opened

There's some thing inside me that attracts me to the Wilderness. It just takes me high and it's all so trippy  when I'm out there. It's magical in a way. I'm a HUGE fan of Mother Nature and so I present to you my favourite photographs that i clicked at the right, perfect "high" moment. Hope you enjoy browsing through!

Fight! Fight! Fight!
Location: Khajjiar, Dalhousie.

Din mein taare!
Location: Khajjiar, Dalhousie.

When in Elves' land, do like the Elves do. (Whispering to the trees)
Location: Khajjiar, Dalhousie.

The Forest Is My Throne.............(Satyricon)
Location: Khajjiar, Dalhousie.

Colours of my Dreamland
Location: Khajjiar, Dalhousie.

Sunset or Dawn?
Location: Khajjiar, Dalhousie.

An eternal sight

Freeze!

Yes, these are the scary fingers beyond your curtains at night.
Location: On my way to Dalhousie.

Welcome to my world
Location: Khajjiar, Dalhousie.

Parched souls of the land
Location: In the train, via Rajasthan

How many sunsets are enough for a lifetime?
Location: In the train, vie Gujarat

Some kind of a water trick.
Location: At the foot of Matheran

No, that's not a gun.
Location: At the foot of Matheran

Mirror mirror , no not on the Wall.
Location: Wild side of Matheran

Stairway To Heaven
Location: Matheran

The Cold Mystical Mountains
Location:  Matheran

In The Mist By The Hills.........(Satyricon)
Location: Matheran

This is not a painting,, 3D image or a set up of a movie. You can very well go there too. :)
Location: Khajjiar, Dalhousie.

No Sunset as golden as mine.
Location: Last Lane, Bangur Nagar

Meadows Of Heaven
Location: Up into SGNP, Thane-side.

Thank you.

The Ballad Of Semmerwater

Here's a poem I've always loved since it was taught in school to me as a child. I could recite this one well, even now. Somehow it just stayed in my mind all these years. It's a fascinating poem by Sir William Watson (1858-1935).

Deep asleep, 

Deep asleep, 
Deep asleep it lies, 

The still lake of Semmerwater 

Under the still skies.

And many a fathom, 

Many a fathom, 
Many a fathom below, 

In a king's tower and a queen's bower 

The fishes come and go.

Once there stood by Semmerwater 

A mickle town and tall; 

King's tower and queen's bower 

And the wakeman on the wall. 

Came a beggar halt and sore: 

"I faint for lack of bread!" 

King's tower and queen's bower 

Cast him forth unfed. 

He knock'd at the door of the eller's cot, 

The eller's cot in the dale. 

They gave him of their oatcake, 

They gave him of their ale. 

He has cursed aloud that city proud, 

He has cursed it in its pride; 

He has cursed it into Semmerwater 

Down the brant hillside; 

He has cursed it into Semmerwater 

There to bide. 

King's tower and queen's bower, 

And a mickle town and tall; 

By glimmer of scale and gleam of fin, 

Folk have seen them all. 

King's tower and queen's bower, 

And weed and reed in the gloom; 

And a lost city in Semmerwater, 

Deep asleep till Doom.

Under A Blanket of Stars

It was two months ago that I was having the "not so good" times of my life. The world was topsy turvy and I was paralysed and frozen, eventually. They say, when you are sad, life loses all its colours, leaves on the trees sway no more, the birds no more sing sweetly to one another and it seems like a pandemic gloom. Well, in my life, the trees were all bright, sparkly green, the birds sang all over the place and in my head too. I could feel every colour; every reflected and refracted ray of light hitting hard into my eyes as if i were photophobic. Well, all you emo people that's something new for you eh? Anyway, sorry to disappoint you this is no wrist slitting, sanguine teared and black and white striped story.

Insanity is a thing you can't run away from, it grips you and then once you are bitten, you begin to see. So I set out to meet it. I would visit the Coppersmiths, chat with the Bulbuls, stare in wonder at the Robins and cherish the memories with the Golden Oriole. Then I wanted to meet The Stars and, yes I did. I met them one fateful night. There was this great bloke called Orion. Seemed like some hunter to me. He'd hunt for chicks, no not those belonging to the hen. They say he wooed some of them, The Seven Sisters living in the North. Quite a sight he was that night - with a sword at his waist and a huge shield in the hand striding proudly to the North. The sword I saw, had a fascinating hilt. It shone brightly yet was like some hazy white cluster of light. A closer look and I was all head over heels! ;)

On walked Orion to the North and suddenly came a bull, so red with anger in his Eye, literally! The eye is known as Aldeberan. He called himself Taurus. I don't think he had quite a liking for hunky romeos who sired beauties of the skies. Well, that's all I know about Taurus. Oh yes! He's got really huge horns too! I can say his favourite pass time is intimidating creatures coming across him.

As I gazed into the dark sky, there was a faint wisp of twinkling light that my eye caught. And there they were, The Seven Sisters together merrily shining and gathering admirers from all over the Universe. They were all eternally happy but one. The faintest one of all, she hid herself under her delicate veil. Perhaps all sad and ashamed of her love for the mortal Orion. Maybe regretting or repenting her actions all alone. Merope was her name. Here's a picture of the Seven Sisters AKA Pleiades. Merope is the one with a spreading hazy     light all around her, more swirling downwards.

How can one forget the brightest star in the sky? Say hello to Sirius, the Dog Star. So, what do we know about a dog? Yes, it's a man's best, loyal and "Follow where you go" friend. That's what I saw Sirius did. He looked on at the Northward walking mortal Orion. Aptly called the Dog Star, Sirius is the first star visible at twilight. Indeed loyal to the star gazers. :) That's The constellation you see. It's called Canis Major in technical language and ofcourse the brightest of them all is our Sirius.

And there were oh so many more stars I met. But I really don't remember them now. Alas! I fell asleep, cold and hungry. Well, things don't always go very great for me. I seem to have some affinity for trouble. So here I had one. It was nothing more than a teeth chattering, spine tingling cold along with its ally, The Wind. I lay quivering on the cold ground, craving for some good night's sleep. I made myself a nice soft bed of fresh red soil and some old newspapers. Tried hard to be contended with it. And then I also had a blanket, full of a zillion stars embedded in it! Yeah, but I really missed my warm blanky back at home. :D

In The Moonlit Forest

Dream away little one

Your adventure has just begun

A place that fits you the best

Right here in the Moonlit Forest

Lose yourself among the conifers

And lose those whose opinion differs

Gaze into the starry sky above

Forget the urban Push and Shove

Dance away little one

Not long will be the Sun

So come sway, this way and that

Amidst the silvery gleam, owls and bats.

Come along,

Whispering to the trees

Here you belong,

In the woods; you'd never freeze.

Drift away little one

Like a maniac you may run

For this brings magical mirth

Only this Fanatic can tell you its worth.

Wander into the mystical fog

Sense the enchanment like a dog

This is Ecstasy, costing not a dime

It's soundtrack is called "Dark Medieval Times".


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=20ZDkA-rYIs

Dhoklaland

Welcome to the Dhoklaland

Life here is never bland

Always spiced up with extra ajwain

But for the citizens here it's Just fine.

They love to groove to Hip-Hope

And when you witness it, you'd wish you were doped.

It's the Americans they love to ape

Posing wearing glares they claim they love to Rape.

Here comes Miss Khakraben Theplabhai Patelli

She's totally into literature; no really.

You wouldn't have seen a bigger Edward fan

At an English movie she'd protest the subtitle ban.

We are now in their Partyland

Where they measure fun only in "grands"

Life to them is all about brands

Beejness is their only stand.

Here ends the tour in this very hole.

I hope on you hearts, it doesn't take a toll.

You've seen the picture on the whole,

Gather now there's snakes four ole.

Theynks!