Sick-Art

Four days of cough, cold and severe back ache forcing me to take time off work and voila!!! I turn into an artist of sorts to relieve myself of the boredom. This is an abstract glass painting (not the best I admit) that I present to all of you, hoping that I would receive loads of bouquets for this one... they would surely make me feel better. If you think this is an emotional campaign to gain sympathy...

I certainly am not denying it. :-)

P.S: My phone, which makes this blog possible, makes its first appearance on Delhi Photo Diary.

Drops!

I had hoped that my car would prove to be a blessing in exploring Delhi better. However, I am discovering with each passing day that life in a bus was better as far as capturing scenes on the road go. Just stopping the car whenever and wherever I feel like rarely happens. Guess with experience I'll learn even that. So here is a photo of the raindrops on the right side rear view mirror for now.

Awesome Foursome

Today I present my friends from the Bus Rapid Transit (BRT) stretch in south Delhi. These four are a part of a larger group that sell magazines and books to the people stuck in never ending traffic jams or those waiting for a few minutes at the traffic signal. I have a special bond with them as these guys know just the magazine that I want to read and bring me the latest issues of the ones I desire. The way they recommend books, it almost feels like they have read the selection themselves. This too is India where illiteracy and child labour is rampant and ironically it is books that help these kids survive.

Palash

Watching Palash outside my colony gate, I often wonder what if one day Palash decided to talk. Since I am a proclaimed narcissist, I often wonder what Palash would say about me. Palash has been a witness to many a scenes from my life. Palash has seen me:

Prance on days when I was excited to go to school;
Tensed when I was not too sure about the exam or how I was going to fare;
Wishfully daydreaming when reality did not promise a fairytale ending;
Crying when the road was rough and so was life;
Solemnly bidding goodbye to friends after a get-together;
Waiting impatiently for guests who were having a hard time finding the way to my house;
Hesitate when there was something on my mind but my guts betrayed me to come clean with my mom;
Sad when I missed my dad too much;
Excited and even a little proud of my achievements when I could not just wait to come home and share the news;
Safe in knowledge that home was near;
Stunned to see the beauty of the colors of its flowers in spring;
Numb when the pain could penetrate no more;
Looking stunning when going all dressed for various occasions;
Teary when I came back from my school farewell and the college farewell;
Thrilled when going for the first day of work;
Tired when I returned from the first day of my job;
Smiling from cheek to cheek on the day I got my first paycheck;
Burdened with shopping bags after blowing up my first salary;
Crossing my fingers and blushing after I was dropped home after my first date;
Reliving that happy moment once the relationship ended;
Stressed over work related problems;
Analyzing personal follies and relationships;
In a hurry when I am sure to miss the bus, but make sure to put in the effort in the hope of catching it anyway;
Strolling in the cool breeze, taking in the spring air;
Enjoying the nip in the wind;
Invigorating the fragrance of the earth after the mild shower that wets her;

These are just a few things that are a shared secret between me and my beautiful Palash. Palash gives me the first sign that spring has arrived. I lovingly call him Palash. The scientific world decided to name him Butea Frondosa. I hope the Palash tree outside my house never lets my secrets out and honours the unsigned bond of secrecy between us.

Miniature Garden

This is a miniature garden within a garden. The watermelon carving depicts the superstar of the Millennium, Mr Amitabh Bachhan. I found this little park in the garden of Five Senses. I have posted some other pictures of the garden here, here, and here. Hope you all have a pleasant Sunday. :-)