And here I am with some more photos for another challenge hosted by Debbie at Travel with Intent. The prompt this week is Lines
So let’s see what I can cull from my collection – are you game 😉
Don’t you think it is appropriate to start this journey at the airport with its numerous airlines? 😀 Especially as the possibilities are endless. Care to join me and check out some noteworthy lines? After all someone has to make sure I stay in line 😉
A house arrested in time.
Once upon a time, I lived in one such home, just two doors away…
…where the once irrepressible dancing gushing Ganga now flows dull disapproving and unsmiling.
I am trying to convince myself that these trees were past their safety date…
The world’s largest sundial at Jaipur – the famous Jantar Mantar. I have always wondered about the steps leading to nowhere. Perhaps they were used by the astronomers to touch the sky to set the time. What do you think?
At the Amer Fort, Jaipur, even the mountains are aligned 😀
From the deserts of Rajasthan I now take you to the shore line 😀 I have almost grown up with this textbook image of the Shore Temple in my history books.
Since Indian weddings are quite in the fashion these days, a glimpse into the intricate mehendi lines. The neat orderly lines are in contrast to the…
Bindaas crazy lines 😀
Thanks for visiting and do let me know your favorite snap. Surely you liked one?
Recently I came across a really cool photo challenge hosted by Proscenium at Friday Follies. It involves submissions of any kind of sign, flyer, ad etc might or might not, be intentional or unintentionally, a mistake or could be interpreted the wrong way, misspelled, be a double entendre or just outright hilarious.
I have been sitting on just the one for such a challenge and here it is!
Sometimes it pays to be stuck in a traffic jam!
Umm but technically wouldn’t ‘make up’ be considered adding….?
Oh well. Just in case anyone is interested details are right up there 😀
Time for more photos! I am rather late for Cee’s Challenge Vibrant Colors but I still couldn’t resist playing along. Get ready to choose your favorite!
From a couple of springs earlier, old timers may remember.
Flowers from my sister’s garden in Dublin
Another one! Begunia I think.
The colors of fall in Dublin
When it was spring in Dublin. Nope I haven’t been there in any season 😀
China rose from India!
Slight change in lighting and voila! Both orange and yellow! So cool isn’t it?
The vibrant colors of dancers on the World Dance Day earlier this year. My niece is there too – the tallest one in yellow.
Thanks for visiting and don’t forget to let me know your favorite – surely you like something?
Have a super day.
Hola people! I am terribly excited to be participating once again in Cee’s photo challenges. I didnt know how much I had missed them until now 😀 Thank you Cee! This one is a black and white challenge on the topic of circles and curves. Scroll down to see what I dug out from my archives – up to you to find the curves and circles. 😉
Starting with a demon mask to ward off any evil eye 😉
Moving in on a stationary bike 😀
Some shiny musical curves
A choosy guitarist, surely you can find a couple of curves?
An English breakfast spread (from Dublin courtesy my lil sister and our friend)
A traditional Indian (more specifically Bengali) fishy meal served on a massive brass plate.
And here’s the original version at Rupali’s request! Did it help or worsen your craving? 😀
And end it with a finger-licking scrumptious butterscotch cake
Thank you for visiting! Do let me know which was your favorite shot. Have a super weekend.
This week’s photo challenge is about showing something twisted. So let’s see how twisted one can get…
Twisted metal rods that dot the rural landscape
Fed up with the twisted eyesores, nature takes things into her hands – when you can’t beat them, join them!
“Just a single cord is enough to be tangled” ― Munia Khan
“The reality of the other person is not in what he reveals to you, but in what he cannot reveal to you. Therefore, if you would understand him, listen not to what he says but rather to what he does not say.” Khalil Gibran
Once upon a time, I lived my life in this ‘green room’. Only the bed is missing.
“Man struggles to find life outside himself, unaware that the life he is seeking is within him.” Khalil Gibran
“The snow and the storm destroy the flower; but its seed they cannot kill.” Khalil Gibran
“You may chain my hands, you may shackle my feet; you may even throw me into a dark prison; but you shall not enslave my thinking, because it is free!” Khalil Gibran
A massive beauty for Becca’s Sunday Trees.The lady gives a perspective of size.
“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky, we fell them down and turn them into paper, that we may record our emptiness.” Khalil Gibran
For this week’s Sunday Trees I have a really bindaas one 😀
from top to toe
They cry foul
As they do
a deaf ear to
the unpleasable world
take a leaf
to your song
as you like
This week, I have this really tall one for Becca’s Sunday Trees
the young uns
rustle and strain
eager to also
with the sky
buffeted by winds
in icy silence
send a whisper
on a leaf
is just as far
as from there
it is not about
how high you are
it is about how
deep you are.
This week for Becca’s Sunday Trees I bring one that has probably witnessed history that continues to hold significance today – from the precincts of the famous Chittor fort. I have previously shared several visuals from this place earlier as well but this particular tree overlooks the Sati sthal on one side and Jauhar kund on the other. I could not bear to take photos of the place where women burnt themselves along with the dead bodies of their husbands or jumped into it for fear of rape and slavery by plunderers and victors of wars.
Hark! She Speaks
I can tell you
tales of brave
Sending off their men
to wage battles
of honor and pride
Fasting and praying
for his victory
his long life
They were but
If he died, she would
burn with him
if he lost, it was Jauhar,
and her children
As the spoils of war
it behooved her
to embrace death
to protect her
dignity and honor
of failing to protecting her.
Times have changed
The world has progressed
They educate her
pamper her and
cheer for her as she shatters
One glass ceiling after another
But under the sheen
lurks a beast
that seeks to
subjugate her with
attitudes and mentalities
that are passed off
as our culture and
All said and done
it is still her duty
to uphold their honor
And his right to defile hers
it is her duty to bear it silently
to shield their bestiality
so that they can continue to
hold up their heads in society
She is still blamed
Or be silenced
Since the beginning of time
hacked my branches
stripped me bare
And with cruel knives
carved out love notes
on my body
over and over
but did I die?
Did I hide nakedness?
Did I hide my face?
Why do you?
is my DNA
What is yours?
When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all your thoughts break their bonds; your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction, and you find yourself in a new, great and wonderful world. Dormant forces, faculties and talents become alive, and you discover yourself to be a greater person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be.
Patanjali (c. 1st to 3rd century BC)
Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees