Missing Goa..Missing home

Missing the beautiful serene beaches, the thin narrow roads, the small town people, the lean tall cocunet trees, the delicious fish curry........

8 yrs away from home....but still missing it so much......

The Goatee

When all were returning home one evening, he looked quite perplexed searching for direction.............

Crossing the right bridge

“The hardest thing in life to learn is which bridge to cross and which to burn.”

The simple machine

“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving”- Albert Einstein

Routine life...

Life to many is just a routine journey.......

But what actually matters is that you move on towards the goal, before time succumbs you.

The silent town

Long weekend ahead made me plan out a trip where the shutter could be on a move. But the lazy me came across the idea of hiking a bit too late and the hot destinations like B R hill and Coorg seems already the target places for tourist visits. So I finally pinned down on Mahabalipuram and we 3, that’s me, my bike and the camera got moving towards the destination.

Mahabalipuram (also known as Mamallapuram) is a town in Kancheepuram district in the state of Tamil Nadu. It is a 7th century port city of the south Indian dynasty of the Pallavas around 60 km south from the city of Chennai inTamil Nadu. It is believed to have been named after thePallave king Mamalla.

The pictures here are not shot in optimal light condition and the crowd didn’t help me either, so spare me in that regard. Mahabalipuram is much quieter place compared to its counterpart, Pondicherry and that to me is was the best part of the journey. The place has quite a few things to visit like the Shore temple, Arjuna Penance and the Varaha cave temples.

Overall a lovely trip away from the hustle bustle of the city….

I want to break free..

Few lines of the hit song by Queens, that really draw me....

But life still goes on I can't get used to, living without, living without,
Living without you by my side
I don't want to live alone,
hey God knows, got to make it on my own
So baby can't you see God knows, gods know,
gods know I've want to break free.....

Hmmm, I hope the words were really so simple......

Incredible India

The present generation largely associates itself with western dance and this can be observed on weekends with the city pubs all filled with young chappies tapping their feat to western music. And I am no different.

But, an opportunity to experience classical dance of Bharatanatyam just enthralled me to its beauty (in terms of dance and looks of the dancers) that I stood there for more then 2 hours.

The word “Bharatanatyam” is a derived from Bharat Muni, an Indian sage who wrote the Natya shastra (Dance) of the Indian classical dance. Clicked above are pics of some glamorous dancers and I hope I do justice to their beauty. The show was titled "Incredible india" and the audience were tourist from far away countries appreciating the dance that we hardly notice.

Late then Never....

If one says that he is passionate about photography and if he still does not spend his weekend clicking some decent pics, then surely he need to question his passion?

Yup, there is no doubt that I am passionate about photography but occasionally my laziness just takes over me and I fall prey to it.

But, enough is enough and I better be late then never. So from henceforth me and my Panasonic Lumix FZ7 are going to give each other some great company.

The shutter is just going to be on the move………