Day 236/366

My shutterbug series on animal life (real & inanimate) in Bangalore:

The smartest giraffe I've ever met - he makes the plants grow so that he can eat them later.

Dog is man's best friend. After his faithful beedi, that is.

Is that a fish I see in the water? Oh crap, I'm vegetarian. 

This is Radley. Or Boo. He responds to both names and is a happy soul, contrary to the book's character.

Crocodile eyes. That's one scary possessed kitty, bro! 

Day 218/366

Spotty, the gardener's giraffe  

Bad boys, Bad boys! Watcha gonna do when they come for you?

The beedi smoker and the dog

Morning Glory

Kullad: bringing out garam chai ka swaad since clay was discovered

King of the Road

<please insert A followed by as many 'w's as you wish>

Day 181/366

A child can bring to your seemingly inconsequential life the simplest & greatest of joys...Even if they're not your own! 
There's something addictive about their naughty smiles, the things they find delight in and the way they share their little worlds with you. The best part about them: a passage to feel like a child again even though you know you're 21.

My little niece: the 4-legged pink monster

Coffee with Zizou

Jumping for the stars.

If you're happy and you know it, burst the bubble!

Me, Myself & Bubbles.

Counting the stones.

Let me know if these photographs made you do anything else but smile! :)

Day 179/366

Shots from the Indo-German Urban Mela, Bangalore

Wherever the Germans go, graffiti follows.

12 bamboos art installations in the main square.

Even clowns deserve a break.

A German's one-sided conversation on *ahem* industry.

Lantern-shaped pavilions against Bangalore Palace in the background.

Day 177/366

All in a day's work: Calcutta through the lenses

Reality vs Expectations

The hot chocolate at Flury's is the reason why it's called the City of Joy in the first place

I had a dream

Let's order some Chinesse!

God in strange places

Christmas Rikshaw!

Contaminated roots

The muriwalla

(Click the photographs to see the full size version.)

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"Dew love me?" asked Mr Grass
To Ms Bougainvillea on his chest,
When the anticipated reply came,
He leaned in for a kiss.

Holding her even closer,
He whispered in her ear:
"The right shade of pink you are"
And she shed a tiny tear.

The droplet slowly traveled down,
Making it's way to his neck,
Their love was now solidified,
He received another peck.

Day 61/366

Okay, March is going to be filled with photographs I've taken at some point in life & whatever thoughts come to my mind when I look at it. For example:

The Death of Mankind

The glass prism in the enemy's hand,

Container of the Aurora Borealis,

Ignite it will when Sun hits Sand,

And then fall into the vast abyss.

The abyss between the stars and earth,

Forming the land on which I stand.

"Crack it open or close it shut,

This is your master's command."

A shattering sound,

Resounding still,

I hear no more,

Mankind is dead.