My :partially successful: Trip to Kinnaur and Spiti PDF Print E-mail

Robert Frost , The Road Not Taken :

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

 

Way to Shimla

Shimla

Reckong Peo / Kalpa

Chitkul

 

Will write an elaborate account of visit soon.

 
You are all cordially invited to our exhibition at DW 103 Nirvana Country PDF Print E-mail
Written by Anando   
Saturday, 30 July 2011 20:56

Last Updated on Saturday, 30 July 2011 21:03
 
The Nature's Bounty PDF Print E-mail
Written by Renu   
Wednesday, 08 June 2011 21:36

Its 4.40 AM and I cannot find my 'ever so loved' lost sleep..she is playing hard to get . So, i decide to wake in the wee hours of pre dawn and settle down with a freshly brewed steaming cup of tea. And here I am in all my ernest trying to woo your attention once again to my so called amateur writing. The reason that I woke up today is unknown to me, maybe a collective force working against me to deprive my senstivities of my beauty sleep. And what could they be? My ever rumbling tummy which is a dumpyard to my whimsical eating, 'Kagaz ke phool', the movie I saw y'day night which set me thinking, my inner demons killing into me...Ya ! All of them put together ! But, the biggest reason today was my desire to go for my early morn walk . Ya, thats the reason I am here too , to share of how I feel bout the solitude of my experience with the nature.

The typical Leo that I am , I normally like to be surrounded with people with all the frivolous posessions and attachments of the materialistic world. But deep inside there always is a lurking desire to seek solitude of a different kind. something that fills me with awe and inner peace. A smile that lights up my face on seeing the bright glowing moon , the wintery early morning orange sun which I can directly gaze into, the patterns that clouds form in the sky, the dfferent hues that the sky takes ...Aah! Its all so lovely , so beautiful, so peaceful. Some of my friends here would come up and question my sanctity which is something I dont have enough to boast of surely, but innate desire to put these thoughts into words wouldn't be futile here .

When exactly were the seeds of apprecaition of nature sown into me is something beyond my pea sized brain. It could be an influence of my grandfather whom I would see very little of in the whole year. The summer vacation in Jaipur where he lived and where he coaxed his little grandchildren to come along in the wee hours of morning for an early morn stroll to "Ramnivas Baug" was something all of us would be waiting with abated breath not because we so looked forward to become his entourage, but the whole idea of waking up early wasn't our cup of tea then. But his desire to show us the nature in its undisturbed state might have stayed with me and thats what is surfacing in my unbridled senile mind. And ofcourse genetics working overtime would not be an understatement. I still distinctly remember the early morning hours of the then desert land of Jaipur. The chirping of birds on the Peepul tree, water being filled in brass and earthen containers, the cool breeze of the desert dawn, and later the ever buzzing flies on your face and the sun that shone with all its intensity on my face forcing me to be up and about (fills me with nostalgia now) but, wasnt something that I'd look forward to then.

The other thing would be my walking habit. Something, that I picked up 10 yeras ago and am still going strong with it . Music is soul to me, My Ipod gets mercilessly peeled off from their heavenly abode to hear the chirping of the birds, the rustling leaves, the peacocks uproar for mating during monsoons, the butterflies making a beeline for the flowers, their array of colours in full display with their fancy free wings. The sounds that are otherwise unheard of are all just an earshot away, just waiting to be consumed in all their finery. I soak myself in all those beautiful sounds and its only when the human clamour of the day begins that my headphones find their rightful place.

Yet another exposure would be my formative years close to the sea. I am a Bombay (as i would like to call it) bred girl , have grown up hearing the sea roar and rumble and peacefully flow . All those sounds were minus the humdrum of airconditioners of these days. I would sleep like a baby with the huge sound of the uproarious sea. I could watch the sea waves breaking against the shore for hours, the sun setting in the panoramic view of the mammoth sea was a sight I always long to watch. And I got abundunt of that luxury to soak into. Alas ! All taken away ! My vacation to Bombay is incomplete if I do not wake in the wee hours of dawn and lap up all that serenity nature has to provide. Can sit there for hours oblivious of people or activity around, fills me with a sense of peace which normally I do not experience otherwise. Even while writing I can be casted into a spell engulfed with that feeling of peacefulness.

Why do I then look out for external stimulants and seek happiness? Its all there around me, its all inside me, I just have to open those closed doors and soak each and every moment of those awe inspiring moments. Only if I could learn to settle with such simulations... Oh! to be a human !!!!!!

Last Updated on Tuesday, 28 June 2011 13:41
 
Laughing men of vanity PDF Print E-mail
Written by Anando   
Wednesday, 11 May 2011 09:11

 

Vibrating threads of Sanity,

Laughing men of vanity,

Walking around with blind eyes,

no better off as men than mice

 

Scampering along in their little lives,

infinite oppurtunities pass them by,

pause not to think nor ask why,

what binds them is not what they tie.

 

Money mongering whores the very lot,

waste the efforts of the ones who fought,

fought to make a difference for the right,

all they search is vanity and might

 

Stealing from their brothers!

You children of better fathers?

Walking around with blind eyes

no better off as men than mice.

 

Last Updated on Wednesday, 11 May 2011 09:19
 
Elder Scrolls : Skyrim PDF Print E-mail
Written by Anando   
Thursday, 17 March 2011 14:26



I dont think I have waited for any game with so much anticipation since half life 2 but right now I am dying for this game so much I would have someone freeze me in ice so that I can wake up on 11/11/11 simple to start gaming. (ERIC CARTMAN STYLE WOOT! )

If this game is even 25% better than what Oblivion was then it will be nothing short of absolute genious and sheer epic in its true form. A comment I read on youtube "Bethesda does not make games, it tailors universes" . I couldnt describe it any better. When I was playing Oblivion , I forgot where I was , what I was doing and who I was. That game was everything, my life my freedom and I expect Skyrim to be the same. Skyrim is a state above Cyrodill where "dragon born" our new protagonist will have a fantastic adventure.

I will bid goodbye to all my loved ones for a week and buy three crates of beer and a weeks ration of chips and just game and not come out of my room till I have finished the game 110%. However if Bethesda screws this up, they will have a massive enraged fan following who will inturn probably set fire to their head quarters but knowing Bethesda they will not. This is easily the most anticipated game of this year (closely followed by Doom4 , Diablo3 and Crysis 2 ) but still no match. In the name of the NINE please fast forward the time!

Last Updated on Thursday, 17 March 2011 14:46
 
When Darkness falls PDF Print E-mail
Written by Anando   
Monday, 07 March 2011 00:30

When darkness replaces hurried light
so dark it becomes in the night
that absense of light seems to glow
and dark deeds seem to flow

what men have not scurried in it
gathered in their own misdeeds and burried in it
mercy is begged to carry away
thoughts of endless dismay

Shattering walls of conscience mind
replaced by everything unkind
no reason sought no reason found
in misdeeds one must drown

Last Updated on Monday, 07 March 2011 00:36
 
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