Thursday, July 20, 2017

My evening dose of joy


A beautiful view this evening..


My phone has been acting up quite a bit.. Love the photographs I can click still..

An Ode to a Stale Upma

I remember that smile
The one that lit up your face,
A face half illuminated
Unfortunately, unforgettable.

I look for it in the recesses of my brain
and search as I might, I remember the smile,
I remember your joy,
But nothing else..

Like the taste of a year old delicacy,
Your thought haunts me today.

Delicious yet stale,
Nourishing yet poisonous
Complete yet sans closure.

The mists of time, I curse them
and I embrace them
Neither act of any use.

You disappear, but you never go away.
I do not forget, but neither can I ever forgive.
I can just mourn what was.
I can just savor, the stolen moments
before I catch up with myself
and pull me away from hopeless day dreams.

Liberty!



The lady i fell for in March, did come from France. Here she is standing in the Luxembourg gardens, majestic and confident.

Eye of the beholder


I love gardening. Used to have a garden in the house i lived in and really sat in the cool grass and wondered about life. Not too long ago. I miss that garden at times.

This flower shop in an unknown corner of the world, brought a smile to my face. The possibilities and what I can maybe do some day in the not so distant future, make me happy and hopeful.

Location - Paris

Le Nouvel Homme

Well, obviously I loved looking at this poster. I couldn't resist clicking a picture, though it has not obviously come out too well. :)

I remember cursing photographs a few days back and I think I have to take that back now. :)

Location Paris, Grand Lafayette

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Conquering the skies


Another nook in Paris. A flying horse and a man with aspirations to conquer the sky. I would like a flying horse. I think it will be fun. An invisible one, so i dont have to worry about it being seen. 

Sound of music




Palais Garnier - Napoleon's contribution to the Paris landscape. It was said that there was a lot of resistance when the building was built and later the Parisians fell in love with it. :)

I loved this statue on top of the building. The way he was looking down at me with that serene look on his face. Looking at some pictures, takes me back and makes me wish for a change in place.

Who are you?


I saw a similar statue at the Getty Center, the place I actually fell in love with art. I was quite surprised to see the exact same statue outside the Louvre as well. Who is this woman? I have no clue at all! I tried searching for this image online but I did not have enough luck.

I love her poise and I love her attitude. I wish I could pull off a balancing act like that!

Canine Love


The fact that I am absolutely crazy about dogs is quite well known. :)

In Paris, we made friends with this doggie in this cafe. He was quite friendly and kept waiting under our table for scraps and for belly rubs. Three dog crazy women were his heaven I guess.

Place de la Concorde


I forgot who this was. There is a square in Paris called Place de la Concorde. It has a slightly gory history, but you can see a very different angle of the Eiffel tower from here. I dont know who this lady is that I captured, but i loved the skies and the view of the Eiffel tower from this spot. This was my first glimpse of this monument and for that reason, it is very close to my heart. 

Perspective


We did a couple of walking tours in Paris. We had an amazing guide and he took us to this corner and asked us to stand in a certain spot and observe the building. What seemed liked random streaks of paint became a very beautiful shape when viewed from a certain angle.

Given the crazy state of mind I am in now, I feel this was a message. Perspective can completely change what we are looking at. Whether we want to accept it or not. :)

If you are ever in Paris, check out discover walking tours. It is a very nice way to discover the city. 

Gateway


A beautiful view of Paris from the top of the Eiffel tower. Right there is the Arc De Triomph.. A friend told me this looks like India Gate, well.. :) 

Saturday, July 15, 2017

The famous trip



I decided to spend my 30th birthday in Paris, the city of my dreams. I really loved the experience. I picked up the best photos from the trip today (ones i looked awesome in) and I am hoping to make a scrap book filled with those pics tomorrow.

One of the pictures that will definitely go in it - this image of Drama (I guess I can call it a sculpture) that is on the outer wall of the Palais Garnier (named for the architect who built it). I liked the one on poetry and dance as well, but drama is my favorite, for the emotions in the face of the lady and for the guide who explained it to me, so beautifully. Paris, mon amour!

Friday, July 14, 2017

Flying without wings



I spent last Saturday night making a scrap book (Of all things to do on a Saturday, but then I am not someone who enjoys going out on Saturdays). On the very first page of the book, I put up this picture I had taken in Feb this year. The picture taken on the very day I jumped off a plane (it wasn't really a plane, but creative license and all that)

Its funny how I enjoyed doing something so cliche. This picture has become symbolic to me for a lot of reasons. Experiences I never thought I would have, which coincided with times that changed me as a person. Oh blue sky, how I loved you and how I really badly want to do it all over again!

Poser

Saw this one in melkote. What a poser!!

Familiarity

I have made a few lifestyle changes in the last few months. One, I never thought I would make, even a year ago. Life has funny plans for all of us and while at a certain point, everything seems transient and annoying, you realize, hindsight is definitely 20/20. I have also come to accept that the fear of something is any day far worse than the thing itself. Probably because I have an active imagination and a lot of time in my hands. 

I look at all those things that are familiar today and I realize that they were unfamiliar and even unknown sometime ago. Fear of the unknown does control me to some extent. But then, the known is itself unfamiliar sometimes and then, I wonder, isn't the unknown at least new? 

Yesterday, I did something that is scaring the hell out of me. I am not ready to talk about it in a public forum yet, but the more i think of the cocoon of familiarity i am letting go of, the braver I am becoming. A friend told me, life becomes about failure only if you look at it as a report card. If you look at it as a giant experience, it becomes about the beautiful experiences you go through and the lessons you learn - from the seemingly unpleasant ones and what you find out about yourself. I am no longer fully familiar with this beast called Harini. :) Getting reacquainted now. 

Bittersweet

Sometimes, you get what you want after some time of wanting it. But then, there is this bittersweet feeling when you get your hands on it. it is like giving away clothes you wore - you know its not the right fit any more, but you remember the good times. Not when it did not fit and was causing you a lot of discomfort. You remember that dinner you went to and looked gorgeous in.

Photographs don't make it any easier. You look at a pic and it is a composed version of your life. What you want others to see and what you want to remember. Not what was. The places the fabric tore into your skin will never show up in a picture. I wish technology can evolve and capture the mood of people as well in a photograph. I would be eternally grateful.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Curious watchers


I stay in a high rise now. Look at how Zoya tries to peep out and watch the world go by.. :)

Monday, July 10, 2017

Ruling the world


My new steed. I am hoping I exercise more often and cycle around where i live. People have told me it is too girly for me. But I wanted this cycle as I loved the basket and how comfortable it is. 

Monet in my backyard



I go for a walk every evening in this lake near my place. Yesterday, since I was planning on coming back home late, I went for a walk in the morning. The lotus, which is usually closed then, was open and looked so beautiful I could understand why Monet kept painting his garden.

Tuesday, July 04, 2017

Bee in a beehive


An overview of so many lives from the vantage point of a temple.. Melkote on a Saturday noon - beautiful!

Monday, July 03, 2017

Korangu Kaila Poomala


I went to Melkote on a spur of the moment trip. Look who greeted me when i entered the temple.

Happily eating flowers. I have never seen one eating flowers so unconcernedly. Prayerful fun. Jai Human!