day 5 14th feb

vaaaaaaaaaaaaaalentinesssssssssssss day....................................well it was more of a Monday then anything else, the fact that i am back from humpi and the tan will stay for ever is felling so inexpressible. uploading pics and admiring them( he he he am proud of my self, how funny is that checking out pics you have clicked and feeling proud of your self) anyways my pics i can do what ever shit. well it ended with a pizza , chocolava cake and some sprite oh yeah and garlic bread sticks... how much romance on a saints death anniversary ....gifts not being discussed on public forum as my husband likes (begs) for  his privacy....................The tv's were painted with romanteec songs and loaded with movies based on love. Well every channel had one thing in common colour red and unlimited hearts flowing across the tv..............beyond that ,i am not interested..................

Courtesy: nikon camera on self timer,
Place:Mysore tipu palace
trust me we were not thinking anything at all.................

      

day :4 13th feb

A : little fellow admiring the scene of elephant bathing .
Courtesy: Humpi Ghats
Photo credits: ME

will let the pictures do the talking, but what the hell my blog ill do a little bit of yakking here. Manganese mines, 35degrees of heat and a little bit of dehydration. Well it was not all that bad and i was anyways telling this a millionth time that i am already sun burned tanned yaikeesed and i have sore throat. 6:30 in the morning running around the ghats and little bit of over boiled milk coffee and lot of cow pile and elephant poop and as usual firangs every where and then i see a sudden hush hush , sigs and loads of chatter and camera clicks , yes it is the huge massive tusker walking down the tiny little treads of long temple stairs leading to the river front. Almost precise and calculated in every step he took, which he has been doing it every every every single day since he has been brought to the temple. Lazing around in the cold flowing water the tusker seems to have the "THINKING TIME" occasionally swinging his trunk and raising it out of the water and partially submerged , this fellow drew a lot of attention and he seems to be least bit bothered about it. scrubbing and washing one side of this 18 ft tall fellow almost got me hungry mid way, well i did make an exit to have a quick bite before i get a glimpse of this fellow make an exist all clean and fresh , but as it is always" i the glutton missed watching him go" But never the less it was fun...................

day :3 12th feb

jars of nutella , horrendously misspelled  hoarding, loads of cows and lots of firangs and a few ruins .............thats humpi for you.................... But like its said there is something in the air , feels beautiful yes it feels beautiful. there is something for every one , the place is total" east meets west" . you will be amazed to see hawkers, beggars, auto rikshwawallas children as young as 15 months greeting you in a language which is still foreign to soo soo many parts of India ......ENGLISH IT IS. like many of them say seeing is believing

a little boi sobbing over bathing in the river where
a huge elephant was being bathed.
Courtesy :humpi Ghats  Photo Credits: Bharat Kumar Bolasani

, well hearing is more than believing . Every home has a friendly face , every face has a smile to it. Pasta ,Pizza, Aloo paratas , eggs to choose from, muesli and milk to falafel and pullihogre , well thats quiet a combination for a great meal any time of the day and not too heavy on your pockets.Well did i forget the Israeli food , thats the new inclusion in to the menu. loads more waiting ............................................... 

day :2 11th feb

post aero show blues,  head turned in every direction when i heard a aircraft cruise by. well thats how it works, whats best is looking at the pics again and again and cursing the tan i gave myself or rather a burn i gave my self and a horrible body ache which chose not to leave for a couple of days. The next 20 hrs were spent nursing my abused body . In almost every sense my body was not ready to make a bus journey . Well the place like i always say has to grab you in , well it did. after almost 8 hrs of madness in the bus being thrown and rolled around and being cheated and dropped off at hospet instead of humpi i think , the trip was all worth it. 

3-6-5 days...a word.a line.a picture or just a question mark.....................

Like they say  " they painted the skies like its just another day in the filed"  . Aero india 2011 showcased one of the finest things technology can ever offer to a man. I was awestruck at the kind of precession and details people get into to make these stuff as wonderful as they are , all coming from the simple brain of a human being .

                                              All of this " just to kill another man" ....

wrath

I wish and only if you were

i stand not relish

The pain i succumb thee

The thoughts thou perish

I surrender

The face

What’s not fair?

The clutch

The respire

The belief and the grief

I owe not to one

Thou shall be gone

Thee shall seize

Seize to desist

Glimpse besiege

Thought I absolve

Nights darker

Frail the passion

Days forlorn

Sleep the dawn

Frown the dusk

Forever I pervade

Forever thou fade

Invade

And shall not depart

I wish and only if you were

Here with

A blotch of wrath

Memoirs refrain

Unsolicited your presence

Unsolicited thee whiff

Unsolicited thou dearth

Moan to vast

I chose to do not.

just plain nothings

I would not rather call it depression,
I would just call in not being my self,
a self not very pleasing , not yet appealing
Ready to be worn out,
I stand with an intuition
facing It all , might be right thing to do,
Never have known brick bats are the only companions,
The only friends for a foe,
Denial of the ready present, expectations of the future,
And glory of the past gives me pleasure no more.
I am deformed,
Deferred,
And I have no place,
A place where nothing seems dire,
Nothing seems not so right
I need to soar to skies and see the waters beneath my feet
I believe if life has to be lead,
Then be the leader
Be the master
Be a student
Be the child,
At the end or the first be yourself
Life might not accept this,
But it just will not deny
Anything for one self
Of one self
As a dire frame
Life is just as it is always said
What you give is what you get.
Nothing beyond at a given point,
of thought, seems bare or simple
It’s just a round about of things not so profound
Not so brittle

Eyes daze,
Sleeves rolled up,
Gazing into the screen,
Lead into intuitions of nothing
Nothing and nothing.
Just plain nothings