Monthly Archives: February 2009

Remembering Bijender

Outer Delhi Charms-Horse cart on a foggy winter morning… Onwards to Najafgah “He died a hero, never discriminating against his only daughter, despite being disowned by his own father for not having a son” came a comment from Mamta, who … Continue reading

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Moon Reflections on the Ganga

  And the last puff of the day wind brought from the unseen villages, the scent of damp wood-smoke, hot cakes, dripping undergrowth and rotting pine cones. That is the true smell of the Himalayas, and if once it creeps … Continue reading

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Sagar is Ten

Palam Vihar-May 1999-Sagar and Divya with their grandfather-Brigadier Dr.Prem Narain Bhatt The Child is Father to the Man ‘THE child is father to the man.’ How can he be? The words are wild. Suck any sense from that who can: … Continue reading

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Evening meditations

Remembering Rumi, sitting by the Ganga, Rishikesh. May 2006 •        I am the dust in the sunlight, I am the ball in the sun •        I am the mist of morning, the breath of evening •        I am the spark … Continue reading

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Remembering Mirra Alfassa

  Sri Aurobindo Ashram-Delhi   Like a flower in the air, stemless And sufficient unto itself…..                                     Tagore   We have left that stage far enough behind us now. We have in fact reached the opposite end perhaps. We have … Continue reading

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Horse Cart in Winter Fog

As part of the project to collect photographs for the Activities of Daily living I first studied the route and timing of this man, who would come every day on the roads of Outer Delhi-to Najafgarh. Then I set my … Continue reading

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Sphinx

Still Life :Studio The sonnet Ozymandias celebrates the anonymous sculptor and his artistic achievement, whilst Shelley imaginatively surveys the ruins of a bygone power to fashion a sinuous, compact sonnet spun from a traveller’s tale of far distant desert ruins. … Continue reading

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