Believe in Darwin

Inside a shared autorickshaw (something we fondly refer to as ‘the phatphat’) on the streets of Delhi:

“Believe in Darwin; Cancer cures Smoking”

Cancer cures Smoking

(Please excuse the poor image quality. I wasn’t carrying my camera. Took this with ze mobile.)


Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams


There’s an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams,
Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams;
Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey,
And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday.
There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there’s moss about the pool,
And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool:
In the silent sunken pathways springs an herbage sparse and spare,
Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air.
There is not a living creature in the lonely space around,
And the hedge-encompass’d quiet never echoes to a sound.
As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find
When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind;
I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more,
As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before.
Then a sadness settles o’er me, and a tremor seems to start:
For I know the flow’rs are shrivell’d hopes—the garden is my heart!

A Garden by H. P. Lovecraft

Boredom. And firecrackers.

In my part of the world, life is currently non-existent. When I say my part of the world, I mean that fraction of a space where I live – under a rock. Here, the reigning king, His Highness Exam III, has put a ban on all things good and this includes the will to exist.
I hope you can forgive me for not visiting your blogs. It is hard to resist, but once I start perusing the blogosphere, I hardly ever go back to what I should be doing (drowning in 7.65 tons of literature). But I’ll get right to it as soon as I’m done with my exams. So while I battle my existential crisis, here’s a little treat for you guys.


Firecrackers are just the tip of the iceberg

No, really. I have over a thousand photographs from Diwali. I cannot figure out a way of posting them here, or anywhere else for that matter, without killing the internet.


The day I figure out an easy way to sort of automatically add non-ugly-looking watermarks, every post will have at the very least five pictures. Promise.

Meanwhile, here’s one.

Happy Diwali

I am painfully aware of the delay in posting this but better late than never, right? Here’s wishing everyone a very Happy Diwali. I spent my Diwali making rangolis, decorating the house with diyas, and photographing firecrackers while gorging on food no human who doesn’t wish to die of sheer calorie intake should ever touch. What did you do?

You know there’s more coming, right? There’s more coming.

Karva Chauth

Yesterday, married Hindu women from North India observed a strict fast (no food or water until the sighting of the moon) praying for the longevity of their husbands’ lives. I took to the roof to get some shots of the moon, but after playing hide-and-seek for a good half hour the moon chose to continue hiding under cloud cover. Thankfully, the women saw a dull blurred moon and that was enough to conclude their fast.

Personally, I don’t believe in it. I enjoy the rituals for their social significance but fasting never made sense to me. I believe in food, in eating it.

Nevertheless, a Happy Karva Chauth to everyone. 🙂