Phir bowla
Quoting from http://ravana.blog.co.in/
After The Endeavors
Of The Chemical Blot
You Take A Walk
To Find A Suitable Spot
To Open Up Your Stash
Lash Out At The World
Filled With Gas
…
It’s Evening Time
Ball Of Fire In The Sky
As I Walk By Graves (
To The Otherside
Camelonkey
Photo by Naveen Chhillar, an Enfield biker who recently did a Rajasthan tour. Of this photo, he writes:
I was fully geared, with my helmet on. The kids assumed I was a foreigner and said “This is camel. Want to ride?”
As Ravana Bowla
From http://ravana.blog.co.in/
Frisk Your Inner Self
Lick Out The Sinner Self
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Feels Like Higher Up In The Altitude
This Breathlessness, This Solitude
Mail from Santa C
Dear Malvika,
How have you been? It's been so long since I wrote anyone a proper mail. I kinda miss doing this. I know this mail will bounce back saying 'Malvika Jain has left the building', but what the heck. I feel like writing you a proper mail with all capital "I's" and spelling the u's as "YOU". I'm planning to go to Nagpur over the Christmas break. Meet up with Sattu there. Also i haven't been there for 15 yrs now. Apperently I have developed dandruff in my daadhi and that kinda makes me look a lot like Santa. Just way leaner.Shit this sucks. Now i know why have people stopped writing mails.
With Regards
Nachiket M Godbole
Breaking the frame
Was happy to come across this.
Here is what Anant Khirbat, who completed an independent Kullu to Leh cycling expedition, said:
Malvika's post somehow reminded me of this ... from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. This is more true for cycles 
You see things vacationing on a motorcycle in a way that is completely different from any other. In a car you're always in a compartment, and because you're used to it you don't realize that through that car window.
Everything you see is just more TV. You're a passive observer and it is all moving by you boringly in a frame.
On a cycle the frame is gone. You're completely in contact with it all.
You're in the scene, not just watching it anymore, and the sense of presence is overwhelming. That concrete whizzing by five inches below your foot is the real thing, the same stuff you walk on, it's right there, so blurred you can't focus on it, yet you can put your foot down and touch it anytime, and the whole thing, the whole experience, is never removed from immediate consciousness.
Rain stirs shayari
Jab Tak Tha Dum Mein Dum
Na Dabe Aasman Se Hum
Jub Dum Nikal Gaya
To Zameen ne daba liya ...
told by Sachin Gupta
His portfolio ad
The white text says - Turn Vegetarian
by Art Director Mukesh Kumar Sablania