The end of logic as we knew it: Nov 8 2016 anniversary special

I would be remiss if I didn’t write about what the anniversary means to me personally and try to project what I think it SHOULD mean to people of the two countries in the world I relate to tangibly. The projections may be utterly inverted, as clearly I have failed to understand the majority of…

Lily pond

    These lilies are mainly all I photographed in my  last trip to India. A small digression: I took the train from Delhi to Kolkata (HIGHLY recommend: Rajdhani Delhi- Howrah AC 1st class over any flights). As we entered West Bengal I saw tens of lily ponds from behind my window glass and despaired…

Best remembered trips: Ayahuasca in the Amazon rainforest

I return from various trips and plan to write about them, I get caught in routine things or wallow in the vanity or vacuousness of anything I can ever write, those tales find places in the crevices of my mind. Some of them will stay in hiding forever no doubt. As this year end approaches,…

Feeling Safe in the unpredictable world of United States

  First a poem on this. It is not a good one but does gun toting require or inspire good poetry? Denial   Nothing ever charmed us more Than feeling safe   We send our sons and guns  ashore Then send our missiles, jets and drones To make it safe.   We crossed out  maps…

Glue: another poem

Glue   Did you ever break Something you could not lose, Did you ever make Something you could not use? Do you know the frame The one atop our hearth, The one we left behind When our ‘palace’ kissed the earth. I saw it landing where Our sisters’ dolls had wed, That is where I…

Simple perfection

I have often tried to recall if there was a first scene in a movie that has stayed with me. Nothing comes to mind offhand, and there I used to think I had a great memory. But, yesterday I think I filled in the blank with the first scene of a movie (that I haven’t…

Brown pelican in b/w

Some days I just want to hide within me too. But I probably won’t look this good in black and white.

Did you know- a poem

Did you know..   There are parts of me that love you There are parts that fell in love There are parts of me forgotten And parts, that float above. There are parts of me for others Those parts for smores and mothers. For every soul I conquered There is a part, or so I…

Souvenir printemps

Had a bunch of these emperor and fringed tulips flower in my garden past spring. I didn’t post these photos anywhere and as I tumble along my 35th year, fall is around the corner already, only mists of spring in my memories and it will be a year soon, since I  planted their bulbs. I have…

Coral present: The Andaman and Nicobar islands (part 2)

Our next stop in the Andamans, from Port Blair, was Havelock, a promise of a lot of water activities, snorkeling, coral and colorful fish. Also, the day my mom needed her anti-rabies booster, after being bitten by a feral dog three days before our trip began. Siddharth, our tour manager, had said we would have…

Coral past and present: The Andamans (part1)

If you are an anthropologist, or if you are a student of colonial rule and its effects on the natives, or someone into scuba diving, or maybe someone in love with corals, or simply someone who likes the wild and untamed: the Andaman and Nicobar islands archipelago must get on your radar, if it isn’t…

Rain trance

  We went back to Trinidad after 5 yrs and stayed at the Asa wright nature center, Arima, again. A lot of things have changed there in 5 yrs, all of it for the better at the center. One thing hadn’t changed much, the dance of pleasure of the white-necked jacobin, in the rain. I…