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.
Just a couple of weeks ago when temperatures were touching 46o C a dust storm came up to settle scores with the blazing Sun (and my sinuses 😉 ).
It was quite a sight to catch a glimpse of a Sun as cool as the Moon, only rounder and unblemished just before it retired hurt for the day.
The banana tree bows in homage to their Sustainer and Provider.
Or does it have ambitions of swallowing it up while it is down and out?
Hope you enjoyed these shots of the summer sun. I am happy to be able to contribute something to one of Cee’s photo challenges after a long time 🙂
Three things cannot be hidden long: the sun, the moon and the truth – Buddha
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
The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge this week is Lines. And guess what suddenly all I can see are lines 😀 I had to draw a line at the number of photos I dumped on unsuspecting visitors 😉
Let’s start on a high note okay?
Lines of wine bottles and delicacies to soothe the sugar cravings
Night lights and lines in a typical Indian Metro city. Any guesses as to exactly which city? Nope not Mumbai or Delhi 😉
Petals lined up in a neat circular pattern. That reminds me, enough of interiors! Let’s get hot and dirty.
The bare branched of the Plumeria or the Frangipani trees draw intricate lines in the hot summer sun.
One such tree though not of the trees which whiled away the time drawing lines 😉 This one is busy shooting lines at impossible angles that are in the process of being smothered by a green rash 😀
These Canna leaves have such interesting lines and am enjoying watching them blossom and grow with each watering.
This caladium leaf could easily be mistaken for playing host to a giant pink spider. Don’t you think so too?
Not just in life but in death too the leaves leave messages for us. What do you think it’s trying to say?
I think it is saying C you Soon 🙂
Have a wonderful weekend unmarred by any lines on your brow 😀
Don’t forget to pack it no matter where you go and even more importantly keep it handy – like your mobile.
Hmm not exactly what I was trying to portray, anyway
Yeah this is more like it 😀
Err how about an ice cream or two?
This one was too good to pass up 😀
Very creative dont you think? I just wish I had known about this a week ago – while attending a one week intensive workshop on how to save the world. Or something like that 😉
Before I sign off with these pearls collected from the internet and forwarded messages (i.e. none of these are mine) here’s a notice which may be of interest to at least some of you 😉
SUMMER CAMP FOR MEN
Evening classes for men. Starting this month!
Note: due to the complexity and level of difficulty of these contents, each course will accept a maximum of eight participants each.
How to fill ice-cube trays and why to fill water bottles before putting them back in the fridge.
Step by step with slide presentation.
Differences between the laundry basket and the floor.
Pictures and explanatory graphics.
Learning how to find things, starting with looking in the right place instead of turning the house upside down while screaming.
Health watch: bringing her flowers is not harmful to your health.
Graphics and audio tape.
Real men ask for directions when lost.
Is it genetically impossible to sit quietly while SHE drives?
Learning to live: basic differences between mother and wife.
How to be the ideal shopping companion.
Relaxation exercises, meditation and breathing techniques.
How to fight cerebral atrophy: remembering birthdays, anniversaries, other important dates and informing when you’re going to be late.
Admissions are open.
Which one do you think is most important or any that may have been missed?
Oh wait! One final tip…
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?