Prickle

You say you like the prickly feeling, aroused on your tongue, After tasting a kiwi. The involuntary shudder reflected in the oval silver of the spoon. The pungent smell prickles your nose awakening your senses, and releasing a sea in your mouth. Stretched out in the afternoon sun, you delight in picking up a green… Continue reading Prickle

Is it cheating to use a photo editing program to modify your pictures?

Post-processing your digital photos is a controversial topic for some. Image by Neil Creek (How Post-Processing Helped Me Become a Better Photographer) | Source: http://digital-photography-school.com/how-post-processing-helped-me-become-a-better-photographer

I recently came across an Internet meme showing a monkey holding a camera. The caption below it read: “Now-a-days every monkey holding a DSLR thinks he’s a photographer.” The art of photography and photo editing has come a long way. What started off as a fascination with the just invented camera has now seen its… Continue reading Is it cheating to use a photo editing program to modify your pictures?

Earthquake or Mind Quake? When Manipal and Mangalore Trembled!

Every now and then the earth will hiccup, windows shake and nerves ...

I am still delusional from about 2 hours ago. Had @Mukeshkini not tweeted about the tremblor in Manipal and corroborated with what I experienced about five  minutes after the incident, I might have been in a position to dismiss it as a ghoulish day-dream or as they say in medical parlance, Post-Prandial hyperglycemia. Mild tremours… Continue reading Earthquake or Mind Quake? When Manipal and Mangalore Trembled!

Maravanthe – a short poem

The sweet Sharayu to my left The Hindu Maha Sagar to my right Like the white swan I swim Amid these two streams With Vaayu in between In ecstatic delight (Marvante is a beautiful village on the Mumbai-Mangalore highway and about 56 kilometers from Manipal. It is on the river bank of Sharayu, adjoining the… Continue reading Maravanthe – a short poem

The Warmth and the Heat

                The flames danced wildly, and consumed them all Letters, cards and pictures, once preserved so dear I ripped into morsels, while the beast gave a growl And then they were tossed, first smoldered and then flared The ghost of what we shared, in cruel disbelief stared Till… Continue reading The Warmth and the Heat

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