Stilt fishing

Wiped out after Tsunami stilt fishinh has a history dating back centuries .The most memorable sight is the precarious position of the stiltswhich translates to the shaky effect of life.

Tutelage of time

A redeemer enamoured by the cause,duets fantasy ,succumbs to megalomania.Fables abound with cues ,failed to attract the megalomaniac.Shed blood stew the stench and consumed the redeemer and the crowd.

Hovering Mirth

Cartels facilitate synapses and transports the mind to a mayhem of dazzling illusionary spectacles that numb the senses craving for more.A vortex of illusions suck the inept into the Sargasso of denuded emotions from which few repudiate .Persistent sounds the knell of the synapse which refuse normal transmission and lie in wait for the deluge.A chaotic symphony jars the stupefied benumbed neurons into an bizarre fusions not governed by any known law.The mirth is a sad gesture of the deflated limp control.

Coyote in the blue

Are comic geniuses creatures of thwart or sublime turrets of pure thought un fazed illusions of grandeur.Replete with such geniuses history permits occational winks in to the morass of the dazzling crucible of creation.Fleeting visages hover in perpetual delusional mirth ,the initiated senses the cue and the taciturn communicator peruses the scripts or orchestrates precise in the interlocutors stream aiming wide audience.Strategy alone may not be the best answer to the perennial problenm.The absence of trust has gored many a pride of their legitimate space

All for the sake of love

Florentino Ariza was so befuddled that he was unaware of the state of the world and a military patrol surprised him one dawn as he disturbed the chastity of the dead with his amorous provocations .By some miracle he escaped summary execution after he was accused as a spy who sent messages in the key of G to the liberal ships marauding in the nearby waters.
"What the hell do you mean a spy"said Florentino Ariza."I am nothing but a poor lover."
For three nights he slept with irons around his ankles in the cells of the local garrison.By when he was released he felt defrauded by the brevity of his captivity and even in the days of his old age when so many other wars were confused in his memory he still thought he was the only man in the city and perhaps in the country who had dragegd five pounds of irons for the sake of love.

-Love in the time of cholera ; Gabriel GArcia Marquez.

The snake rescue

Today morning a large rat snake got coiled in n mesh an d was resced by a few animal /snake lovers .We were not in a position to document the spectacle but here are a few snaps of the spectacle.In the end we were successful but the ferocity of the dart precluded a focused concerted activity of the camera and the human brain and hence the fine moments were lost to posterity

.In the court of Akbar Badshah ( `Badshah', loosely translated, means `emperor'), there was a musician called Tansen. He used to enthrall everyone in Akbar's Court with his superb performances. Once, after such a rendition, Akbar started praising him sky-high and said, "There can be no-one else in this world who can sing so well". Tansen disagreed, saying he knows of a hermit who lives in the jungle on the banks of Yamuna river who is far superior and that Tansen himself has learnt music from him for sometime. Akbar, who could not believe this, wanted to listen to this hermit in order to judge for himself. Since the hermit did not want any publicity, it was decided that Tansen will take Akbar near the place where the hermit lived and they should listen to his music without creating any disturbance.

They set out one day and reached the jungle near the river Yamuna, where, at a distance, they saw the hermit's hut. As the sun was setting on Yamuna, with all Nature at peace, the hermit came out his hut, sat on a rock facing the river and started singing. Akbar could immediately see that this was music of a completely different class which Tansen could never produce.

On their way back, Akbar queried, "Tansen, you say he taught you music; clearly, he has held back some techniques from you".

"No", said Tansen. "I know all the technical aspects of music he does."

"But, Tansen, then how do you account for such difference in quality ?"

"It is simple. He sings for Yamuna while I sing for Badshah".