Just a little bit of what goes on in my head, the world through my eyes and the things I do. Come to think of it, most of us live out nearly 90% of our lives in our heads! Maybe living a little outside our head will make our lives fuller, more creative. This is my little effort at living "outside" my head and sharing what's going on inside it!
Thursday, December 07, 2006
The Runners - Trivandrum, Kerala, India
Monday, December 04, 2006
The "Samrat Yantra", Jaipur, India
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Designer "Mehndi"
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Palayam Mosque, Trivandrum, Kerala, India
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Neelakurinji flowering - September 2006
Neelakurinji flowering - September 2006. Rajamalai Hills about an hour's drive from Munnar in Idukki district, Kerala, India. This region also forms part of the Eravipuram National Park that is home to the Nilgiri Tahr, a protected species. When the Neelakurinji flowers once in 12 years it carpets the slopes of these hills turning them a violet-blue as far as the eye can see. We drove up the hills specialy to witness this once-in-12-years natural phenomenon and we wern't disappointed! (see some of the photographs we took at Neelakurinji Flowering 2006 )
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Onam Week Celebrations 2006 - 1
King Mahabali makes an appearance !
Legend has it that King Mahabali of Kerala appears once a year, during the Onam festival to bless his people.
This Onam I saw him at the entrance of a hotel in Trivandrum I was about to enter! Resplendent in his colourful royal attire, and holding a traditional palm-leaf umbrella, he looked grand and dignified as he welcomed people with a smile to the "Onam Sadya" (feast)! I lost no time in snapping him with my Nokia 3230 mobilephone camera before he disappeared!
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Coffee Table Miscellanea
Looking down at the coffee table
besides my armchair
I see this collection of assorted things.
All useful in their own way,
denoting my tastes, style and flair.
Writing Implements
Draw, doodle, scratch or scribble
Sign, tap, or even nibble
These are tools with which you write
Sketch, mark and sometimes copywrite*
(*as in copywriter)
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
The Lone Palmyra, Kovalam, Trivandrum
*Avoid the reeking herd,
Shun the polluted flock,
Live like the stoic bird,
The eagle on the rock."
- Elinor Hoyt Wylie
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Beaten-silver Skies
We had heavy rains lash Trivandrum all night last night and it was overcast wheh I left home a little before 6 AM for a round of Sunday morning golf. But after the first 9 holes the skies cleared and there was a cool, refreshing breeze. Our three-some sat down for a cup of hot coffee near the club house when someone remarked about "beaten-silver" skies. I looked up and saw this incredible sight - fluffy clouds high up in the sky, pushed into an orderly array by the winds. Hoping the light was right I pointed my Nokia 3230 phone camera towards the skies and came up with this picture. The gloom of the previous few days was gone, body and mind feeling refreshed and uplifted. It is amazing how a change in weather and the scenery can change one's mood! (click photo to se full size)
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Leafless in Trivandrum!
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Tree in bloom, 6th Green, The Trivandrum Golf Club
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Antique Postbox, Perumbavoor, Kerala, India
I recently traveled to Perumbavoor, a town about 30 kms from the city of Cochin in Kerala, India. At the Government Rest House there I saw an antique postbox of the erstwhile Travancore State. Painted red and black with touches of golden yellow on its crown, the postbox is made of cast iron and on its black base is written "Massey & Co, Madras", most probably the manufacturer of these postboxes.
There is an embossed inscription that says "Cleared by Travancore Anchal" in English ("Anchal" means "Post" in Malayalam) and another inscription in Malayalam, the language spoken in Kerala.
The box has the Royal Emblem of the State of Travancore along three sides of its top. The design of the post box reminds one of the postboxes in the Victorian era. While no one was at hand to tell me how old the postbox was, I would think it would be at least pre-1950, if not earlier.What impressed me was the solidity of the construction and how well-crafted the box was - each detail still intact even after all these years - almost a work of art. (click on the pictures to see them full-size)
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Atria
Atrium. A large open space
in a building, usually topped
by a glass roof, sometimes
containing elaborate landscaping and ponds.
Atrium. One of the two
smaller chambers of the heart,
form the curved top of the heart, above the larger ventricles
beating out the rythm of life.
Each atrium consists
of an open space with recessed walls.
Each a space to let the light in,
for vision or for enlightenment.
(Click on photo to see it full size)
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Just Imagine!

Does art imitate life or is it the other way around? If you can imagine a thing then does it already exist? Put another way, can we imagine only those things that already exist? Is the universe a closed set of ideas that are floating around waiting to be picked up like radio waves are picked up by antennae? Are the number of ideas finite? Or are they finite only for each level of intelligence? Just imagine!
The question really is, what is "new"? What's a new idea? A new invention? Or are there just new discoveries? Are discoveries finite? - I mean one could go on discovering newer and newer things. But ideas, inventions? Would their number be limited by the level of our intelligence or by our imagination? Is our imagination limited by our IQ? (I know people with humungus IQs but who have little imagination and even less patience with those who have it!)
Albert Einstein once said "Imagination is more important than knowledge" and Bertrand Russell said that "Science may set limits on knowledge but should not set limits on imagination."
No limits! Just let your imagination free...but, like with every freedom exercise responsiblity for, to paraphrase Goethe, nothing is more obnoxious than imagination without taste.