A Gift for You…

This is a bird that one has drawn since childhood. The hand just moves to capture its stunning form and there are very few arts in the world that have not used its stylised version in some way or the other. So, when I crossed it in the morning, I didn’t think much of thse magnificient birds enjoying the open expanse.Image

 

As I tried to observe it unobtrusively, I had no inkling that I was in for the show of my life!

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The Peacocks started dancing with abandon to a very appreciative audience, in me of course, but also in the peahens that strutted about a little self-consciously. 

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In the beauty of this amazing bird, I found myself forgetting every thing. I don`t remember how long I stood there and how long it danced. Shimmering and turning ever so delicately, clockwise and anti-clockwise. Rustling and and shimmering its feathers in the newly awakening dawn. 

I have never been happier that I had my camera handy to capture these moments…moments when my breath caught in my chest and I felt a deep sense of peace at the beauty that is on our planet.

So these photographs are a gift to you…do take a few moments to note the precision with which this creature has been crafted…the way the huge plume is immaculate in its symmetry and beauty. And the colors…! OMG!

Have a beautiful day!

Morning Mania!

The Tree Pie is a gorgeous bird with a rather unattractive call. This mother and child were having a peaceful morning till I brought out my camera!

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Sensing danger, the mother got all excited and started cawing and coming closer to me to keep me away from her young one.

 

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Hearing her cries even the other birds, who I couldn`t really see, joined in the ruckus, including squirrels. A peaceful morning quickly degenerated into mayhem till I receeded back into my room and shut the door!

The solidarity in the animal kingdom is beautiful to watch…they let it be known, without any doubt, that it is ‘us’ they need to fear …..

 

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Here’s a Little Gift for You!

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These mega balloons are quite popular at road crossings and I have seen many a gleeful child beg his parents for one.

My thoughts always go to the person who will be given the onerous task of filling it with air :). The other thought that always comes to mind is how loud would the sound be when it bursts and if the little tot will ever recover from the fear of sudden loud sounds for the rest of his or her life!

When Micro becomes Mega :)

A Sunday morning stroll resulted in these…..

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The busy bee finds time to rest within the fragrant, miniature flowers of a delicate plant…

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The passion flower vine is in full bloom. Though mauve is a more common color, this brilliant scarlett also suits it very well. With its delicated tendrils reaching out to robust branches, the vine has climbed over the tallest trees. Who says ones weakness cannot turn into ones greatest strength!

 

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Just when you think you`ve seen it all….THIS presents itself…. 🙂Image

 

And then, THIS…Life is so colorful and beautiful with a micro lens. What I like about using it is that complete stillness surrounds when one is using it. Withing the magic unfolding in the view finder and ones holding ones breath to steady the shot, there is no thought… Its a beautiful place to be in…over and over again..

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There was a time when I believed that the most fun and intresting things will happen when one leaves home and goes to a different place. Now I realise that though that might be true, there is too much within the ground and the shrubs and the trees that is largely unexplored by us. Amazing things are happening underfoot but they seldom inerest…every change of season brings with it delightful colors and creatures. To be enthused by that and excited to observe and notice adds a beautiful dimesion to life…. 🙂

Maati…

Maati…

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The wheel is rotating at a breakneck pace and on it my pile of clay is dancing a merry, uncontrollable dance.  I clamp my wet palms on it firmly and angrily in a futile bid to get some shape out of it. I already know that it’s a wasted effort. Yet something in me just cannot let go, I am becoming as stubborn as the errant clay on the wheel. The instructor is watching me calmly and intently, seeing the visible disconnect between me and what I am attempting.

She urges me to find the balance and centre between the clay and the moving wheel. I change pressure according to what my hands tell me. They understand more about `centring` than my eyes do so I close them and let my hands talk. Slowly but surely, I feel the clay become more balanced and apparently, weightless. I am astonished at this change. It’s almost miraculous. When I was fighting it, then the clay had a rebellious life of its own, but the moment I understood it, it became pliable and happy…ready to yield its secrets…

There are so many times that words like balance, centre and equilibrium are used and forgotten. Yet, everyone has felt that beautiful feeling of lightness when there is harmony within and a feeling of being connected to who we really are. Every day one fights to reclaim the calm that it brings with it and often it just seems like a hopelessly lost battle.

The time I spend kneading the dough and understanding it, are life lessons for me…I learn that starting well most often results in ending well. I learn about balance and coordination, both physical and mental because the moment either one wavers the results are altered dramatically. The lesson of patience is not forgotten either, there is a path that one needs to follow, every time. No worthy creation happens in haste. Finally, `maati` reminds me that looks are very deceptive. Just like an unassuming piece of clay hides the most beautiful pots within its centre, there is some magic that everyone hides within themselves. Only love and understanding  can bring that to the fore…  

Photo credit…. Anonymous
 

 

STREET Smart

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The quaint bird seed shop..ten rupees per plate of assorted bird food 🙂

Such shops fascinate me, the barber under a tree with a makeshift chair, a cobbler with his tools also under a tree, on some sidewalk. The ubiquitous tea stalls with their trademark bread pakoras and samosas 🙂 They provide livelihood to thousands on the streets of India.

I admire their grit and determination…I think of the lost days of work, spelling no wages when the monsoons hit. I think of them joking and laughing as they go about their work in the sweltering summer heat.

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It’s the streets that sustain them. The streets with their unending flow of traffic..and it’s demands of quick solutions. Be it in the form of pirated books or mobile charger leads 🙂

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These unexpected shopkeepers have more of a hand on the pulse of what people need than those holding positions in high offices… 🙂

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