A Happy New Year….2017

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A very dreamy and Happy New Year 2017 to all my friends and fellow bloggers…

2016 was a momentous year, personally, professionally and yes, a momentous year for the country as well, with surgical strikes, demonetisation, and lots of political drama, and yes, the death of amma…

Hopefully, 2017 will see a changed India, with end to black money, competitive real estate prices, end to bank lines, and a more progressive country…

God Bless my Country and take it into a vibrant future

Jai Hind

Rain washed skies….

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An insanely crazy rainy day was coming to an end…. whipping winds and thundering clouds slowly part way to a glorious rain washed sky that looks insanely blue and fresh….

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In the space of a mere 20 minutes, the sky went from thundering blacks to a beautiful blue with powder puff clouds….

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Imperfections….

This flower is not perfect. If I wanted to capture a beautiful lotus flower, I probably would not have chosen this flower…

Its petals were drying and dropping off, it had spots on the newer petals and even the leaf looked old, aged, wizened by veins…

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Yet, this flower drew me to it. Faced with a pond full of flowers, it was only after returning from my trip did I realise that I had photos of only this flower…

It was then I realised that its very imperfections had captivated me…

We humans are marred by imperfections. Maybe that is why the ancient Vedic verse talks about ……

This flower is not perfect. If I wanted to capture a beautiful lotus flower, I probably would not have chosen this flower…

Its petals were drying and dropping off, it had spots on the newer petals and even the leaf looked old, aged, wizened by veins…

Yet, this flower drew me to it. Faced with a pond full of flowers, it was only after returning from my trip did I realise that I had photos of only this flower…

It was then I realised that its very imperfections had captivated me…

We humans are marred by imperfections. Maybe that is why the ancient Vedic verse talks about ……

असतोमा सद्गमय ।

तमसोमा ज्योतिर् गमय ।

मृत्योर्मामृतं गमय ॥

 

asato mā sadgamaya

tamasomā jyotir gamaya

mrityormāamritam gamaya

 

From ignorance, lead me to truth;

From darkness, lead me to light;

From death, lead me to immortality

The verse is almost saying lead me from imperfection to a perfect self….

However, is being imperfect such a bad thing, don’t our scars and would define us, and make us who we are…

Yes, striving towards perfection is a beautiful goal, but until that utopia is reached, we should understand and accept our imperfections…

Face is an index of the mind….

A popular English proverb calls the Face as an index of the mind.  It was so wonderful to see the art of the Buddhist sculptors who were able to create such life like faces of their Masters

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The Daily Post Photo Challenge : Face

Jonathan Livingston Seagull :)

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Inspired at a very young age by the book Jonathan Livingston Seagull, (a pdf of the book is there in the link, just click on the name) I was fascinated by seagulls…

The words “ Heaven is not a place, and it is not a time. Heaven is being perfect.” have always inspired me….

PS: The photo above was clicked at Mumbai, on the ferry between Gateway of India and Elephanta Caves.  It was a delight to see hundreds of gulls wheeling and diving for food shared by the tourists on board the boats….

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Dark Grass Blue

Anyone reading the title would probably wonder about it, since it seems like such an abstract concept, however, this is believe you me Open-mouthed smile, the name of a little butterfly that loves to flitter in the garden

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Going by the absurd scientific name of Zizeeria karsandra or Dark Grass Blue Butterfly, this little wonder is a joy to watch and capture…..

Grains of sand on an infinite shore….

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“They say to me in their awakening, “You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea.”
And in my dream I say to them, “I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore.”
Khalil Gibran