COB: Off Beat Clicks

It’s time for Cee’s odd ball challenge – with full license (well more than usual [if that is possible]) to play as we like, with whatever we like, no questions asked. So here are a bunch of odd photos that I hope will enjoy browsing.

Aquarium

Caught this one showing off her (his?) lip job πŸ˜€

CrowA tea drinking crow! Photo courtesy my lil sistah

Fan

A fan from yester years.

Cutlery holderAn ultra modern cutlery holder

Girl WindowI was trying to capture the window when this girl came by – I thought it looked cool. Do you think so too?

Pose odd

This has to be my favorite COB shot πŸ˜€ All those people posing to catch the tip of the Vijay StambhΒ  which if you remember I had showcased in an earlier post. The contortionist photographers were also quite a sight to behold. No wonder all those langurs were out in hordes. πŸ˜€

Thanks for stopping by – any personal favorites? Do tell.

WPS: Hello Anyone There?

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Photo from Google Maps

Hello Anyone There?

Words 150

 

β€œDad please!” They gheraoed him.

β€œNo.”

β€œWhy ever not?”

β€œBecause it’s my house and I say so.”

β€œBut Dad,” said the eldest with a quelling glance at his sibling, β€œthink of the advantages.”

β€œOver my dead body.”

β€œDaddy,” his daughter too chipped in, β€œselling the house would sort all our financial troubles.” She sniffled. β€œMa would have also liked you to…”

β€œIf she were alive, I would’ve shifted.”

β€œBut Daddy, the house is falling to bits and it’s old fashioned, inconvenient for you…”

β€œI don’t care. I’m not selling.” He was adamant.

β€œDon’t be such a stick in the mud Shankar!” Exhorted his friend. β€œSell off this prime property and buy a sprawling bungalow with a marvelous view of the lake, sunset…”

β€œI don’t want a big house.”

β€œWhy not? Isn’t it cramped and inconvenient here?”

β€œPerhaps.” Shankar said in low voice, β€œBut at least I get to see them.”

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Written for What Pegman Saw – a story in 150 words or less based on street view from Google Maps. Thanks to K Rawson for hosting the challenge. To read the other stories inspired by this week’s destination – Terni Italy the birthplace of St Valentine, click here.

 

 

 

 

The Alphabetical One

It’s tree time and time for one who had made a brief guest appearance in an earlier post to make her grand solo debut πŸ˜€ To refresh your memory, I saw this neem tree from one of the gorgeous windows of the City Palace, Udaipur.

Open WDoesn’t she add four moons to the palace? πŸ˜€

City treeOn a closer look she looks even more impressive itching to tell loads of stories – can you not see the alphabets? I can see L, I, O, U, X, Y, V and P. What can you see? I do love the leaf pattern of the neem tree, and especially the reflection in the palace window.

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And look at all the scars and wounds she wears on her sleeve quite unconcerned of what people might think. Or perhaps she is showing off leaving a message for anyone who cared to read her:

no matter

what happens

keep going

and

never stop

reaching

for the

sky.

 

 

What do you think she is trying to say? Thanks for stopping by πŸ™‚

 

The Perfect Place for Murder

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Photo (c) JS Brand

The Perfect Place for Murder

Words 101

β€œLove this place,” she snuggled close. β€œNot a soul in sight.”

β€œThere goes your solitude,” he pointed to the couple bobbing in a boat.

β€œHoneymooners?”

He shrugged. β€œWho else would come here?”

β€œMurderers?” She suggested. β€œThe perfect place. No one would ever know.” She clutched his arm. β€œLook! He’s strangling her.β€œ

He squinted. β€œNonsense.”

β€œOh do something!” she cried.

β€œMe?!”

β€œSave her.” She divested him of his jacket. β€œGo before he kills! I’ll never be able to enjoy my anniversary!”

Agonizing minutes later he squelched back to dry land.

β€œIs she dead?”

β€œNo. You are.” He bit out. β€œThey were smooching.”

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and JS Brand for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by the prompt, click here.

CWW: Fortified Paths

After a really long time it’s time for Cee’s Which Way challenge. As I mentioned I had visited Udaipur with the explicit purpose of replenishing my dwindling photo archives πŸ˜›

Oh well anyway here are some glimpses from this historic seat of Rajput pride and honor Maharana Pratap Singh who refused to bow to the mighty Mughal emperor, Akbar despite all odds and the famous Haldighati battle (fought on 18 June 1576) with over a thousand casualties. It is interesting that the local guides and Wikipedia reiterate what I have suspected.

Haldighati is often claimed to have been a battle for Rajput or even Hindu honour against the Muslim Mughals. However, interestingly Akbar’s commander-in-chief was Man Singh I of Amber, another Hindu and Rajput to boot. On the other side, Maharana Pratap’s army was also served by Hakim Khan Sur’s Muslim Afghans, and hence any arguments concerning religious conflict have little credence. And quoting from Wikipedia “Honor was certainly involved. But it was the honor of Maharana Pratap at stake, not Rajput or Hindu honor.”

But enough of history (never a favorite subject) and let’s go touring!

HghatiThis is the famous Haldighati pass that we all read about in school. Ghati all along I thought meant a valley but actually (in the local language) it means a pass or a narrow neck. This was the only way for the Mughals to pass over to the other side where the Rajput army was ready and waiting to cut down the single file entry of one person at a time. It was only when they used explosives to blow up the mountain were they able to pass through successfully and go on to win the battle and then lose to Maharana Pratap at the Battle of Dewar. Oh well that’s how it is usually with battles isn’t it? Win some lose some. And another interesting bit before I leave – Haldi (or turmeric) is the color of its rocks which, when crushed, produced a bright yellow sand. And hence the name Yellow pass.

Haldighai fort

The view of the entry to the Maharana Pratap’s memorial. And if you can see in the distance a horse, that’s Chetak, Maharana Pratap’s famous, and equally brave and revered battle companion. He is believed to have saved his master’s life and jumped over an elephant and a wide gorge at the cost of his own life.

PratapThat’s the way to the Memorial of the brave and upright warrior Maharana Pratap still much loved and held in high esteem.

GhatiCan you see the way? But actually I wanted to show you this because as a child I imagined the battlefield of Haldighati to be something like this rather than that in the first photo πŸ˜€

FortTime to move on to a real fort – the Chittor fort or the Chittorgarh one of India’s largest forts. It sprawls over a hill 180 m (590.6 ft) in height spread over an area of 280 ha (691.9 acres) above the plains of the valley drained by the Berach River. The fort precinct has several historical palaces, gates, temples and two prominent commemorative towers. Some of these pictures I have shared in my earlier posts. The fort was built in the 7th Century it was the stronghold of Rajputs. From 13th century onwards several attacks were made on the fort including that by the Turk king Allaudin Khilji, Bahadur Shah and Akbar. And each time the defenders lost and their wives committed jauhar or burnt themselves in a pyre to avoid being captured. Yes, this fort is of Padmaavat fame and I visited the jauhar kund as well but didnt feel inspired enough to take a picture. This particular section of the fort is in ruins.

StairsBut at some places, I liked the placement of the stairs.

Stairs2Stairway at Meerabai’s palace. Yes she too lived here married to Bhojraj, the son of Rana Sangha the powerful king of Mewar. But her devotion to Lord Krishna led to her being banished to the servant section.

Stairs3Fascinating isn’t it? I wonder how they climbed these stairs or was there some other structure beside it?

VijayThe Vijay Stambh or the victory tower at another section of the Chittor fort. It was built in in 1448 by Rana Kumbha to commemorate his victory over Mahmud Khilji. So they did win some battles! This tower is dedicated to Lord Vishnu yet the topmost storey features a Jain Goddess Padmavati while the word Allah is inscribed nine times in the third storey and eight times in the eighth. Where are all those people, those days, those philosophies?

TreeI couldn’t have a Cee’s which way challenge without a witch tree could I? πŸ˜€

VeiledAnd finally at Rani Padmini’s Summer Palace. This is one of my prized photos of how despite deeply ingrained traditions Indians effortlessly adopt modern technology regardless and oblivious to any conflict or what the moment. Did you get my point? Raise your hands before I elaborate. Sure? Got it? No?

On the near right is the photographer hired to click a group photograph of the visitors more than half of whom are completely veiled. I left them herding them into position and urging them to at least shift the ghunghat (veil) a bit, muttering in a long suffering tone: how will you know who’s who?

Thank you for visiting and a special thank you to Cee for inspiring me, freeing me and letting me get away with it πŸ˜€

CFFC: Y? But Then Why Not?

Yep! That’s the challenge this week – Letter Y – Needs to start or end with the letter Y or in the caption for the photo β€œWhy” needs to be present. Cee’s Fun Foto Challenges are getting funner and funner πŸ˜€

Let’s see what I can come up with πŸ˜‰

Smoggy cloudyA smoggy or is it foggy winter morning at 9.30 am! Thank God the worst seems to be over but it’s already time to brace up for the heat and dust πŸ˜‰

skyComing out from being cooped up in the office the whole day long, I snapped a quick pic of the sky where the feathery clouds had been busy painting it white.

20180206_175342On another day, when a demonstration turned a 10-min drive into a 30-min one I made the most of my time clicking pictures sure that Cee would certainly give me an opportunity to display them sooner or later πŸ˜€ Yet, I couldn’t get what I really wanted – off the birds flying home in beautiful formations. But don’t you think the sky looks lovely? Okay! Enough of skies for now – lets move on to something else before you accuse me of repetitive stuff.

YellowAn exquisitely hand carved temple. Can you imagine the vision, the planning and the workmanship that went into building such a marvelous piece of art so many centuries ago? I could simply look at the perfectly designed symmetry for hours and hours. Couldn’t you?

YonderCan you see the yellowing leaves on the yellow-brown path? Actually I wanted to draw your attention to the yonder tree πŸ˜€

ShimmyIt was a very interesting and exciting tree (like most trees!) See those roots dropping down – just something Tarzan would love to shimmy down right?

YogaWait! There’s more. The roots got tired of just standing around so one particularly antsy one decided to indulge in some yoga on the way down πŸ˜€

ButterflyA yellow butterfly from our garden at home captured by my sister.

WhyWhy? Well like I said Why Not? This photo was shared by my friend Svkuki while on her trip the States and has been crying for some screen space for quite a while now. Besides surely you can see the Y created by the shadow and the cacti in the background?

Oh well, fine be that way…

The Veiled One

Veiled brideDoesn’t she look like an old lady who is hiding behind her ghunghat (veil)? Probably inspired by the ghunghat culture prevalent in Rajasthan where this picture was taken. πŸ˜‰

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees

Redrawing Battle Lines

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Photo (c) Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Redrawing Battle Lines

Words 100

β€œHello Guddu,” Khushi helped her son down from the bus, β€œhow was school?”

β€œWhat’s for lunch?” He asked his favorite question.

β€œChicken curry and rice.” She pulled him into a quick cuddle.

β€œMa’am said we shouldn’t eat meat.”

Khushi sighed. Another battle.

β€œBut darling you need your proteins. How else will you grow as tall and strong as your father?”

β€œAnimals have feelings too. They hurt when…”

β€œOkay fine,” Khushi capitulated, β€œso you’re fine with no Maggi, no chocolates…?”

β€œNo Maggi?”

Khushi shrugged. β€œPlants have feelings too.”

β€œI don’t want rice and chicken.” Guddu insisted. β€œI want a chicken burger.”

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt, click here.

Thanks for reading! If you like you can read my other Friday Fictioneer stories here – indexed, with snippets/teasers and color-coded recommendations πŸ˜€

WPC: A Loving Family

The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge is dearly beloved. I was rather stumped until I remembered capturing a precious family which would nicely fit this challenge.

TreeNo! The focus is not on the tree (not this time at least πŸ˜€ but on the residents. Well did you see them?

newbabyMamma nurses her precious baby while she chomps on some ill-gotten gains from some generous (or hapless) visitor.

Baby2Fed, the little one emerges from her mother’s arms while they continue to gossip. The other lady looks a bit displeased at her friend’s poor hospitality skills – but then she’s nursing – she consoles herself. Don’t miss the tail. Even the baby’s tail is longer than it!

TwoAt another place, two friends sit in silent contemplation of man’s vagaries and idiosyncrasies.

FamilyThe entire family obligingly posed for a group photo against a spectacular background. But they had their conditions – only the right profile please πŸ˜‰

These photos were taken at the Chittorgarh fort near the Vijay Stambh. As a bonus I am re-sharing the langurs captured at the Amer Fort, in Jaipur a couple of years ago.

Jaipur1Waylaying unsuspecting visitors

Jaipur2inspecting the confiscated goods before starting of on yet another raid πŸ˜€

That’s it from me for this challenge – do share your thoughts πŸ™‚