100 things you must see before you die...

I often see Kites from a close distance, one even tried to attack me. It was SLR conscious, I assume. I don't want to do Kites' claws test on my lens, anymore.

But I see Kite's feathers very clearly and sometimes even a rodent, a lizard tightly held in the claws.
Today, an Kite flew so low, over my head, I could see the rat's face... Again a great moment left uncaptured.

I saw the wide open eyes of the rat. But couldn't understand the facial expressions, was it happy to see the aerial view of its world, trying to enjoy its last few moments of life... 

100 things you must see before you die...

I was shocked to see a body lying on the service road of express highway early in the morning. From the distance, I could see a lady sitting nearby. My first instinct was to cross the barricade, cross the road and go to the service road on the opposite side. Then it occurred to me, I must help them. I continued on the same side. After a few steps, I saw some movement, the feet were moving.

So it was still alive. Few more steps and I could see the lady talking to the person. “They definitely need my help.”… or do they? In Delhi, I have seen many families staying along the roadside, “ are they one of those types?”

Finally, I when reached there, the old man had concluded his “shavasan” and was ready to go back home.

"हे विश्वचि माझे घर"

Company of three

Day long out in sun your 'temporary' assistant has taken a good care of you. Looked after the 'saabji'. Valueing every suggestion as order.

Yes sir, yes sir, very good sir.

Day is about to be over. Its so fun, two of your ‘temporary’ assistants start talking amongst themselves in their mother tongue, completely ignoring your presence.

And you get time for yourself, rewinding and playing the cassette of what happened during the day.

A small window

Be it any state any place. People still buy liquor from a closed wine shop. There is always a small window which fuels the desire

@41° 1 pm. Sanchore, Rajasthan-Gujarat Border

Rajasthan to Gujarat Deserted National highway. Frequency of vehicles passing by one every ten or more minutes.

But there are people walking on sole (or soul) melting hot roads. Halting at scanty shadows of roadside bushes. Plenty of them.

Women in Pinks and Yellows, men in yellowish brownish Whites.

Schoolchildren balancing triple seat ride over a cycle.

And maintaining a safe distance from all these

 I see a schoolboy on his knees, proposing a classmet in filmy style....

Gulab to khilaten hi hain