Parallax

Limitless.. Endless journey..

Parallax

Limitless.. Endless journey..

Following the rhythm

Life is like this stream.. Flowing endlessly.. All i have to do is nothing but keep flowing..

Sparks of life and beauty

Yet another evening..

Mystic lust

Rain!

Mathuthi

Yet another day with kaveri river. Water in summer is rare. Cool breeze. Green valleys. Sun tries to hit hard; very hard. Even the breeze has turned out little warmer.

Rivers are the vein of civilizations, now or then. Or more like the mother and children. Feeding her children, later abandoned. Sometimes remembered. Life like human! Miseries and Happiness. She would yell and roar in mansoon.. Turning shy like a bride in spring.. Hard life in summer.. Everything...

Certainly  amicable, even though a little scary at times. Yes, that is also a part of history : Just like how she gave birth to civilizations, she wiped them off as well.

Gone with the Wind

It is funny, that i don't think about the distance covered when i climb. Getting greedy to go high. Only point in mind is , to reach on top. And after reaching the top, sublime for some time. Then will be looking around,for  another ,which is higher. Still, the way up is forgotten with the sands left.

Climbing up is always followed by climbing down.

These small hills of sands will also be changing in time. Nothing is permanent. So, as the efforts to climb..Even memories can be "gone with a wind"..

Ineffective scarecrow!

We're all ineffective scarecrow for time. This is the time i feel So numb. Moving on with the flow. Don't know where i am going to reach or which shore is better. Let go.

Lights in the corridor

There is always a way. May not be smooth enough! At the end of the journey, there is a wide open space. There are lights, just enough to get out. And the green leaves cover the sun. After all, it is a part of journey. Part of life.

Wet reflections!

There was a rain. The unusual rain. Rain over the reflections. Unexpected, good but unnecessary. Rain drops will dry off.. And reflections on the mirror changes. But at the moment, yes, that is a wet reflection. Momentary beauty.

New 'Old'

A new day!! I don't feel any difference though. Anyway its a good chance to start over with the new calendar. The first sunset of this year. 2012.

Green

Mind is filled..At peace. The blossoms are looking into another year. To welcome new year. Rain in this month is uncommon. Uncommon things are common now a days.

Fields of memories

Paddy fields. Children of the rivers. Well nourished and fed by the mother for centuries. And the play ground of some migratory birds. Used to scare to take a walk around here in childhood. Specially because of the snakes and crabs. But now i have become more affectionate for greenery and fresh air than being fearful. When i stand here, Brian Adam's 'Here i am' song is echoing all around.
' Here i am..This is me.. There's no where else on earth i would rather be..'

Walking along the narrow way. One step left or right; Ill be dipped in dirt.
I would enjoy that too, but some times, some motives drive me walk long,with out false steps.Miles to go before i sleep. 

Subtle.

        Spending another splendid weekend with Nila. she is calm and gentle today. Gentle breeze takes all the miseries,off the mind. Cool and beautiful sunset.

        Just laying down. Down on a log near the riverbed. Huge log,just enough to carry me. comfortable arrangement by the nature.Like it,a lot.

         I don't know if the log is going to be there when I come next time.Looks like ,its already prepared for another journey.
The next journey.
Prayanam.
Even I have to travel. Have to keep moving on.

Set!

Another day says good bye here. The end is sad, but colourful and beautiful here. At times, dark enhances the beauty. But its so strange to see the sky so empty. No birds!

May be its too late for them to reach back.

Quick sands..

Last week ,this side of the river was so dry. Nila was looking so aged. Sudden rain in the east side,and some parts of the western ghats filled her up. She's so young and juicy all over again. At times turning wild and roaring too,specially near the shutters. May be roaring Or sobbing ,who knows!!. She's still flowing full with out even knowing : how long.

Sometimes life is no different. Flowing with full pace Or no pace. Can feel it Or see it and living with whatever it takes.

Sands are quick. Storms are returning. Dry land of sand , the river bed, floods in no time. And will dry in no time. Should keep up the pace as long as i do find that there are some differences between wet and dry.

The end is the beginning..

Odupara.. A place near to where Thootha joins Nila, and continue their journey together.. To the mighty Arabian Sea. A place to sit for chit chat, or just to be with nature, just like that.

Rivers are friends or lovers or just co passengers, i really dont know.. They have the common destination.. Sun seems to be slipping down on to the horizon, as if to remind, There is a start, then an end! Or, some times "The end is the beginning." But still, tomorrow, is always out of scope.

Mist turns up to cool the body and mind again, as the sun goes down. Now that it looks like a blanket for the river, Bharatha Puzha! May be she needs one big blanket to cover her shy,as she is getting naked by the  sand smugglers! May be she is going to roar and start over again. Lets just hope, the end is the beginning..

A trial! Never mind anyway!!

First panoramic trial on nokia. Hmmm, so far , the photography, is ever better with sony ericsson.

Some times i write. Some times i delete. So as the life goes on, with creations and deletions. Some times good, some times bad. But because of bad, i can realize what is good.
Now, What is it ,the 'real good' ?
Nothing.. Absolutely nothing!
Can 'Nothing'  be ever realized with out 'Everything'??!!  
No!!
There is only one thing does exist as per the 'life' experiments so far : The Equilibrium!
And Equilibrium does Exist , because there is always a state of disorder!! Entropy in alchemy! 

A misty morning..

Two days off is over. Yesterday night, was reading some article about the river "Nila"... She is almost like Nile itself.. Cultural developements and civilizations that born with its flow for centuries. And now,however, is almost like a monument of its own legendary past! Cant put a picture of nila right now,even though i started typing this post,intented for it. However, these are pics of my district,palakkad, the land of palm trees.
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First working day of the year!

Almost half the way to office. I dont know if i am half sleepy or sleeping! However it is a cool,hazy day; makes anyone lazy.
Rivers and backwaters has always carried me away. Happens again., The  day dreaming. Impossible but imagine and wishing a life at shore. The picture is raja island near chettuva. By now bus has reached far off. Music is surging into nerves. Getting hazy again. Sleeping.