Colours of India #1


I spotted these women garbed in colourful sarees, ready to return home after a day of work, cutting grass. When asked, they seemed happy to pose. I like the colors and varied expressions in this image backdropped by the Taj.


On a winter morning

DSC09261_1.JPGOn a winter morning,
midst zigzag branches
the sun reveals itself.
Like a light that guides
a wandering mind
through thoughts
scattered, unsorted.
Zoom in, delve in
and reflect.
Clarify the haze-
that’s the aim
for this day.
On this winter morning
let the mind race-
race itself, and win!

A Souvenir




Right now I am amazed at what I came across! One of those things you put in a box- mentally and physically, and forget about. I realize I am two years late with this, but all the shots (get the pun?) from the time brought a lot of smiles to my face and happy memories in my mind. At present, the realization is, how time flies!

Along the riverbank


Places prophesied in the past- Deja vu #1

Have you ever been subjected to a setting, seen a scene, felt a flick that seemed familiar, when memory says its never happened before?
I am sure you have, more than once. We all have our Deja vu moments every once in a while, more evident if we are seeing, not just looking- letting the mind take over the senses and do its magic.

The above picture taken on a lazy autumn afternoon has a similar meaning to me. Away from the city rush and honking sounds, far from the sight of all that makes up my everyday, this locale, wherein I have been many times held a special meaning and presented a never before noticed view- maybe because I never stopped and ‘saw’ before, what I saw then.
And soon followed the nudge that it’s a place from my early days- a fragment from the past. Hence came the inspiration to start this series. I was reminded of Malgudi days and my grandma’s village, both inscribed deep in the memory from my childhood. What does it represent to you?

This post is first of the many to follow in the sequence- to say my brain is a specially tricky one- associating every good view with every good feeling.

-at Poiya ghat, on the banks of river Yamuna, Agra.

Surviving waves of forgetfulness- Mehtab Bagh

Mehtab Bagh is situated on the opposite side of the river Yamuna, across, and parallel to the Taj Mahal, in Agra, India. It was built in the 16th century by the Mughal Emperor Babur, and reinvented by Emperor Shah Jahan as a moonlit delight garden, for viewing the Taj Mahal (and hence the name Mehtab- meaning moonlight). Ever since its restoration in the 1990s, the garden has been attracting a fair number of tourists each year.

Mehtab Bagh provides a beautiful view of the Taj, whether it be a foggy dawn, a clear summer afternoon, twilight with scarlet hue or a moonlit sky. It boosts a fair variety of vegetation and is a hub of colors year-round. Even so, it still remains an unknown site to most visitors and is struggling against a surge of ignorance, barely standing to sustain what little attention it captivates.








The sacred BASIL

Experimenting in the dim light of diyas, trying to capture the subtle emotions of  faith and reverence magnified midst the smoke of incense sticks , and stirring sound of prayer bells.

On the auspicious occasion of Dev Uthani Ekadashi, which is the 11th lunar day is celebrated in the Hindu month of Kartik (around october- november), when the gods (devata) wake up from their 4 month long sleep. It marks the end of Chaturmas (the period over which marriages are prohibited) and signifies the beginning of  Hindu wedding season.

On this day, many traditions are observed, one of them being the ritual marriage of  the sacred Tulsi (basil) plant with lord Shaligram (lord Vishnu). According to Hindu mythology, Tulsi (basil) is considered as the wife of lord Vishnu who is often worshipped in a rock form as lord Shaligram (sitting on the golden throne in the pictures below).







Lilies after rainfall

Summers in North India are usually very hot, leading to the obvious- drying out of most of the backyard garden. But then, there are some fighters everywhere, just like these tiny pink Crinum lilies.

A few days into monsoon, and these were back to their colorful form. I couldn’t resist but click them.DSC00187a

Dried leaf edges, though sometimes can be quite piercing to the eyes, can also, sometimes be objective in telling the tales of recovery.DSC00198a

Two are better than one- for sure!DSC00186d

Around sunset, when the sky is at its best, the land too reflects its colors most radiantly. I absolutely love this one, taken in the pre-sunset light.DSC00194a

This one came out while trying out different focal points.DSC00183c

By the time I was almost done, it was already post sunset. The hue of the night did leave a beautiful lavender haze in the pictures.DSC00191a

And then, I realized something. I hadn’t picked my camera for a long time- maybe I almost forgot in practice why I loved clicking so much. But today, it all came back to me. Playing around with pictures is what lead me to love it so much. Like, how small things seem so mighty, and how every small memory can be preserved forever. But somewhere along the way, I guess the seriousness was taking me in. The hunger to learn was overpowering the will to explore. I have always known that the best way of learning, is experimenting- the stage where I am at- and it does leave me with a lot of images, thus a lot of work in sorting out, but also, a lot of colors and angels to pick from. And the best part – your pictures are a reminder of what you saw and how you were the only one to see it that way. Thats why I love clicking.

The Shades of (her) Smile

‘She lit a spark by a mere smile,
when the light was fading away;
and soon I could see fireworks
rising from the shades of her face.’

They say a smile is worth a thousand words, and laughter, the best medicine. A smile is sure a weapon to shove in the face of fear and trouble, a tool to tackle the toughest of situations and an ally to help us through the rough times. Yes, in course of life, while fighting too many battles, we might underestimate, or even forget the real strength of this old friend. Those are the times we need to remind ourselves how dawn follows the darkest of nights and spring overpowers the winter- every single time. Its hope that will keep the ship of life running, and smile is the fuel of that hope.

Image“A smile is the light in your window that tells others that there is a caring, sharing person inside.”
– Denis Waitley

Image“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.”
–  Leo F. Buscaglia

Image“They might not need me; but they might. I’ll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.”
Emily Dickinson

“Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.”

– Mother Teresa

“Let my soul smile through my heart and my heart smile through my eyes, that I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts.”
Paramahansa Yogananda

“If you have only one smile in you, give it to the people you love. Don’t be surly at home, then go out in the street and start grinning ‘Good morning’ at total strangers.”

Maya Angelou

Image“Remember even though the outside world might be raining, if you keep on smiling the sun will soon show its face and smile back at you.”
Anna Lee

“Laughter is day, and sobriety is night; a smile is the twilight that hovers gently between both, more bewitching than either.”
Henry Ward Beecher
So here’s hoping we all smile at the face of hardships, and keep the flame of positivity alive in our lives through the roughest of times.

Rocks behind blooms

Rocks behind blooms

Veiled behind a sheath of blooms
that rush past the speed of wheels,
revealing the pride of two ancient rocks
that stand tall, though beaten and tired.
The only comrade they have is each other
seen all these decades together;
keeping still, calm through the storms
fighting the winds of change,
striving to preserve their being.
Smooth edges- eroded and weary
time is, but a measure of nothing,
like day and night are just rituals,
rotations in the ever-lasting existence.



The Taj Mahal, one of the seven wonders of the world is constantly threatened by a number of unhealthy practices taking place around it. One of these include pollution (from vehicles & nearby industries), that react with the tomb’s marble, turning its shade to yellow. Other threats are poaching, neglection of rules, and ignorance in taking care of this world heritage site. Though the authorities have taken several steps to guard the monument’s beauty, a hole in the system every now and then poses threat to this miraculous creation.

(Picture taken in collaboration with my friend Aishwarya Sharma.)

Govardhan puja offerings

Govardhan puja offerings

Govardhan puja is celebrated on the next day of diwali and is a prominent hindu festival of north India. Here in the picture, a child stares at the camera as adults are occupied in the prayer processions. Several food items are offered to lord Govardhan, an incarnation of lord Krishna (in the centre, made of cow dung- ‘govar’, which is considered ‘pure’ in India). The Govardhan hill is located in Mathura, India and has a great mythological significance.



Tilak said, “Freedom is my birth right.”
Having spent years in reflection,
I still can’t understand what freedom truely means.
They say, its absolute-
one is either free, or is not;
then what are we?

Our nation broke the chains of slavery
66 years ago;
and yet its citizens,
we the people, are bleeding-
as we lift the heavier chains
that enslaves us since birth.

The ignorant lives that are still living
in the protective shells of dreams-
the ones to whom reality
is a distant nightmare,
and illusion fills
their creative self-made world,
seem to be the only ones that are free.

In the realm of truth,
we are striving hard
to be rid of the ghosts
that possessed the past,
hovers over the present,
and haunts the future.

Though we struggle day by day
to satiate our hungry hearts,
the ray of hope which fills the present
is what our eyes constantly see,
not the dimmed glow of the past,
or the fuzzy future lights.

We stay strong, cause that is who we are-
Indians, who always smile
and rely on our faith to show us the way;
we never stop trying,
we keep fighting our own shadows;
we know one day we’ll conquer all.

(Due credits to my friend Aishwarya Sharma for taking the pictures in the gallery titled ’10’ and ’12’.)