Cats, Bangalore, March 2017

Village Cat, Malavli, Sep '16

prayers

last prayers
the priest recites
the groom repeats 

Kite at the window # 2

firewood

homeward,
her shadow bearing
dinner flame

fish stall revisited

sunday fish
driving in
another bargain

portrait 1

ride

always, there was

this elder-brotherly

hand, light,

on the back of the

seat, assuring me 

that gravity

wouldn't

get me yet

 That phantom
 clasp

 still assures me 
on subsequent

rides,  

that there is no reason

to be afraid of 

 new things, 

each experience,

another, first,

bicycle ride...


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A Cosy January

 

 wispy brightness / miniature sun / clasped yet free in the fist

another story / another tangle / of broken bones / unbolted doors

step not on my tail please / those injections are more costly now

THE WINDOW PROJECT on YOUTUBE

A part of the series of photographs that featured on this blog as part of THE WINDOW PROJECT is now uploaded as a slide show at youtube.com. A Shankar Mahadevan song plays as the audio for now.
So, headphones recommended. Click this link to view the same: Snehith's THE WINDOW PROJECT  

whip worship

lashing himself for god,

lashing himself for money,

no money like godmoney

effects that are purely aural,

you may call it blasphemy,

they may call it survival

Crows and other travels

Crows gather on the rusted tin barrier of an upcoming construction, even as rain looms... (13/8)

At a men's loo en route Mahabaleshwar (14/1)

Another cup of tea at Hungercloud's engagement ceremony, Daund (14/8)

At Juhu Beach, Mumbai

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Toys

multicoloured bubbles,
inflated to a child's
imagination...

Another Mulshi Waterfall

crystal pearls,
furious in fall,
soft on skin

Marine Drive on a SUNDAY afternoon

balloons

neon light evening

she floats her hopes

on several strings 

curtains to the juice season

rainy evening

the glass

brimmeth

flutter

Home Alone Chronicles: Starring - 'The Broom'

  
No work, no chore, is big or small, especially when you have no option but to perform it. Every day, from the skeletons of upcoming buildings all around, dust comes visiting, laying itself down in layers on the snow-white tiled floor of my home. After a fortnight, common cold had set in, along with suspected asthma. It all sounds poetic when somebody else does the cleaning up, but last Saturday, with a broom in my hand, it sounded, looked and felt like prison work.

Introducing - THE BROOM. Anything in man's creation, made for the sole purpose of cleaning up, has seldom been bright and attractive in appearance.The broom is no exception. Fellow home alone blokes, thee who have not held this revolting device yet, let me tell you, it's no joy to do so. Consider the broom first, shaped as it is without inspiration. Its unimaginative top plastic cover makes one think of destroying it, the dull texture of the bristles that make the other end, is enough to inspire extreme hate.

Now, the broom is best held at the top, with one hand, fingers wrapped loose round the handle, such that it can be manipulated with ease. First, tie a hand kerchief round your nose, if no gas mask is available. Now, bend a little and start from the corner of the room. Let the broom glide down in multiple frisks, rounding up its collection to a central location in the room. Meanwhile, ensure that no accidental breeze or whirls of the ceiling fan scatter your toil. Usually there is a dirt-stuck scraper to scrap all the dust up, and then glide it all down to the bin. Do so and you are done. If you keep washing your hands with soap afterwards, remember, somebody had to do the dirty work.

Postscript: So after a week of sweeping floors, desultory cooking, doing the dishes and beating the crap out of clothes, there is a kind of self-respect that sprouts in one. Steadily, anything with the possibilities to create becomes art. In all chores, there is a method and degree at which, effort can be minimized, and magnified to the attainment of the main purpose.