More pics
>> Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Vrundi n me at Universal studios,Orlando
Swatu,Vrundi ne me at the GIS lab,Clemson.
Rains!!
>> Monday, July 11, 2005
Rains.frown.sound.wet.coffee.green.irritate.pure.shiver.warmth.blue.
hot.cuddle.window.thunder.smile.soil.relief.him.colours.silence.walks.
shelter.rythm.music.breeze.puddles.headlights.mood swings.breathe.
mess.longing.water.drench.rainbow.desire.umbrella.nourish.Tarpaulin.
drops.traffic.fierce.dark.calm.sticky.clouds.passion.together.swollen.
numb.floods.gloomy.restless.serene.flow.comfort.washed.clean.Rains.
River Sutra
>> Friday, July 08, 2005
Geeta Mehta in her book River sutra captures the Narmada as a breathtakingly beautiful river, most feminine in her movements as she rises in Amarkantak and slithers through the thick jungles and deep gorges in the Vindhyas.The book weaves a set of stories around the myths,folklore and legends associated with the river and reflects the very many cultures, religions and traditions that continue living in the Indian subcontinent.The enchanting tales of love and desire vividly depict life along the banks of the holy river.
Amidst all the political tension that surrounds the river,the everyday stories about the anti-dam activists and the government; it was more than a pleasure to read a very different perspective of Narmada. Of Narmada the river. Narmada a living entity,Narmada a mystery.
Was a delightful read.
No Love?Know Love!
>> Thursday, June 16, 2005
I know not what they call love..
Love's not magic, not a whim, nor a delusion,
It keeps no secret, it needs no guise.
It is joy, Its a bliss, Love is longing, Despair it is,
Love's Pleasures and smiles, pain and cries.
Love my friend, is the night most enchanting,
The Tiny bright stars, the vast dark skies.
I know not..
>> Tuesday, June 07, 2005
"I know not what they call love..
Every emotion,each passing sensation,I nurture,I tend..
A new meaning, a new discovery..
And into the unknown my thoughts transcend.."
"Speak to us of Love."
>> Friday, April 01, 2005
Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love." .......
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips
-Kahlil Gibran(The Prophet)
Why did I post it here today?
Bas Yunhi....
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