Gokarna – A Peaceseeker’s Retreat

Gokarna is for those who enjoy nature’s company. This is a place to go without an itinerary. Just sit back, enjoy the pristine waters of the Arabian sea, take naps, spot dolphins, meditate… simply unwind!

Street photography & me -1

This series covers some of my street photographs from various locations along with the stories behind them. The stories are largely based on experience with some part based on interpretations. Of course, when it comes to interpretations, there can be infinite possibilities to the stories. If these pictures tickle your imagination, feel free to share…

रविवार आणि ती – ३

बाहेर सुटलेलं पावसाळी वारं आणि ढगांचा हलका गडगडाट पावसाची नांदी देत होते. त्रिशाच्या चेहऱ्यावर विलक्षण समाधान विलसत होतं. आम्ही तिघं जेवणा खाण्याविषयी गप्पा मारत जेवत असताना क्षणार्धासाठी वीज चमकली आणि त्रिशाचा चेहरा त्या तीव्र प्रकाशात झळाळला.

रविवार आणि ती – २

त्रिशाचे डोळे परत चमकले. तिचा चेहरा अगदी खेळण्यांच्या दुकानात आलेल्या मुलीसारखा झाला होता… नवल, कौतुक आणि काहीतरी हवे असलेले खूप दिवसांनी गवसले की दिसणारा दिलखुलास आनंद तिच्या चेहऱ्यावर होता. तासाभरापुर्वी भेटलेली त्रिशा आणि आत्ता बंड्याला गोंजारणरी त्रिशा ह्यांच्यात विलक्षण फरक होता..

The knitting lady

A village nestled deep within the mountains Where the homes are made of stone walls and red roofs and lizards dwell in abundance… A village only accessible via a flight of stairs A climb down off the road which is steep and long enough To test your legs and lungs. In such a hamlet stays…

Travancore and Kochi – The treasury of God’s own country – Part 1

If I have to describe this part of Kerala in one word, it would be ‘RICH’. Blessed with an abundance of natural resources this is the land of the kings that ruled forever without losing their glory and gold. The richness in the architecture, art, food is so evident that we can only envy them. Kerala for some people is just natural beauty or backwaters. Only if they take interest in the history of this land and admire the tastefulness in every form of their art.. only then they will realize why they call it God’s own country!

एकटा जीव

Originally published on November 21, 2011   उरतात ते फक्त व्रण, आठवणी सार्‍या विरुन जातात व्रणांखाली लपलेल्या जखमा, अचानक भळभळू लागतात… अडवलेले हुंदकेही असेच आतल्या आत सलत राहतात लपवलेले अश्रू आणि वेदना हळूच डोळ्यांतनं झाकतात. लपवालपवीच्या खेळात कधी एक आठवण चकवून जाते सलते हुंदके आणि अडलेल्या अश्रूंना अलगद वाट करुन देते. उगीच मन लहान पोरागत…

रविवार आणि ती – १

दुसऱ्या दिवशी ती पुन्हा दिसली. त्याच जोमानं फेऱ्या मारताना. मला कौतुक वाटलं तिचं. ती तशी बारीकही नव्हती आणि जाडही. मध्यम बांध्याची मध्यम उंचीची, सावळी, केस अगदी मुलांसारखे कापलेले आणि लालसर रंगवलेले, नाकी डोळी रेखीव तरी डोळे जरा मोठेच वाटावे अशी ती समोरून येणाऱ्या प्रत्येकाला हसून अभिवादन करत होती.

Bombay – Mystical love -Part 2

Every new migrant that falls in love with the city is bound to fall in love with monsoons. Or one can say, because of the frenzy monsoons, people fall in love with this equally insane city.

Maharashtra & the struggle to preserve its heritage

Maharashtra is a land of paradoxes. Its heritage though extremely magnificent on papers is now nowhere to be seen in its complete glory. The forts and temples built by the ancient dynasties (Satvahana, Chalukya, Yadava etc) and later on by the Maratha empire were largely destroyed by Mughal and British east India company. Had the Marathas ever befriended the Mughals or East India company they wouldn’t have faced such wipe out situation ever. But Marathas were too proud to not be self destructive.