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February 6, 2016UncategorizedArchitecture, aurangabad, battle, beauty, blogger, Blogging, contexts, fort, History, India, inspiration, instapassport, instapic, instatraveling, Love, maharashtra, monument, realtive, Travel, traveladdict, travelblogger, traveller

The Chand Minar, this is called. It reaches 210 ft and was originally covered with Persian glazed tiles.
All part of the Daulatabad fort complex. A fort that has never been taken! At the very top of this structure, there’s supposed to be a canon with an inscription “creator of storms”. Am not sure of the storm. But its a riot to the eyes and imagination. “ It draws its inspiration from the Qutub Minar’, our guide says in a hushed undertone. And I wonder why. As though the Chand Minar will feel bad when it hears this.
He is a silly wise man, I feel the Chand Minar will feel bad!
For the Chand Minar, looked at from its context is exquisite in itself. It is beautiful.
Absolutes are an opportunity to relish beauty in its full form. ‘Relative’s distort.

#Aurangabad #travel #traveller #India #Maharashtra
#India #traveladdict #travelblogger #Blogger #blogging #love #instatraveling #instapassport #instapic #fort #battle #architecture #monument #history #inspiration #beauty #realtive #contexts #beauty (at Daulatabad Fort, Daulatabad, Aurangabad)

February 5, 2016Uncategorizedbeauty, bhimashankar, blogger, Blogging, bluemormonresort, clouds, India, inspiration, lake, maharashtra, melancholy, Nature, Travel, travelblogging, traveller

It’s all in the cloud. When swirls of white pop the sky, the lakes respond with love.
There is a magical dance with the wind singing a new tune and the clouds waltzing to it.
In the grand ballroom that the lake seems to host.

#clouds #lake #nature #beauty #melancholy #travel #traveller #travelblogging #Blogger #blogging #Bhimashankar #BlueMormonResort #maharashtra #India #inspiration (at Blue Mormon Resort, Bhimashankar, Maharashtra)

October 23, 2015Uncategorizedbeauty, culture, eu, europe, france, History, monuments, Nature, paris, river, Travel, traveldiaries

How much of France can one picture hold.
Well, quite a bit. The Eiffel Tower, the French national flag and the River Sienne in one picture.
It’s not as though this is a rare picture. It’s just another picture that packs a lot of France into it.

#France #Paris #culture #traveldiaries #Travel #Europe #EU #history #river #nature #monuments #beauty

October 21, 2015UncategorizedArchitecture, beauty, belgium, bruges, eu, europe, friends, History, horses, Photography, Travel, traveldiaries

The city is called Bruges. It is a photographers delight. Soothes a wandering soul so used to random concrete edifices masquerading as architecture by telling a story that there after all is a different way to live life.
It has everything that makes it complete.Canals. Churches. Buildings that reeks history and a surfeit of trees and horse drawn carriages!
It is sometimes referred to as the Venice of the North. This is a must visit place.
To complement it all, in the evening as we were leaving the Sun emerged. Soaking the buildings up with a rich tapestry that is rare.
#Bruges #Belgium #Travel #traveldiaries #EU #Europe #photography #beauty #History #Horses #architecture #friends

October 19, 2015Uncategorizedamsterdam, amsterdamcity, beauty, eu, europe, Nature, Travel, traveldiaries

Sadness envelopes me, in #amsterdam when I let another pristine setting pass without capturing it on camera.
That’s what happens when every nook and other corner proffers a sight to behold. One more opportunity to stand stare and linger longer. In an empty yet full sort of a way! In a simple yet rich weave.
And of course, nooks and corners are everywhere!
#Amsterdam #amsterdamcity #Travel #traveldiaries #Nature #beauty #Europe #EU

Of flowers. Noise. Colour. Fragrance.

July 19, 2009Travel Talesbeauty, culture, family, flowers, kodai, Madurai, Musings, Snaps

And as we sit in Bryant Park in Kodaikanal, the spectrum of colours that stand on green plants are just mind boggling. Theres this endless stream of red and yellow. And then, as we walk a small distance, there is a blue, violet, white mosaic.

I pause to click a few snaps. And in the lens appears what appears to be a Cartoon character. I look away from the camera to admire nature’s fine dance. Many more images seep through the lens’ to the hard disk.

Just then, a bystander says ‘if only these flowers had as much of fragrance like the Jasmine..’ and i seem to agree. Of course, why don’t these flowers have some of that hauntingly waffling fragrance of Jasmine. I think. (of course i love jasmine)

We move on.

In some time we walk to ‘see’ Jasmine meandering by. Peeking from a basket that a vendor carries. And by the time we reach the car, the driver has adorned the rear view mirror too. And the aroma fills the car. The question returns. And i wish there was some more colour !

A few days from then, we reach Madurai. And folks at home wear flowers. And this question of colour remains. Dormant. You don’t speak it.(of course not). Ah ! But the mind resonates with ‘If only there was some more colour to the flower…!

The next morning, i am on my morning jog. At the Corporation Park. They have many signboards. And here is one that i pause to read. ” Every flower has its own beauty, you cannot compare two flowers…. ” And after reading those two lines, i stop. To read the full signboard.

Of course ! Of course ! The Jasmine regains its unparalleled height in my mind. And so do the colourful tapestry of flowers from Bryant Park. Each reigning in boundary less kingdoms.

I laugh. Suddenly i feel handsome. Powerful. Light. Simple. A thousand life events zip by in those intervening second. Even ‘Kavis Musings’ with all its faults seems OK !

I quickly re-pass the resolution that i slip out of. Often. ‘Do whats to be done. And leave out the rest’

And so, i jog on. And as another man sprints by, i tell myself ‘Yes leave the rest out. The rest of it is noise’.