whereelse

rasta baby to chai shop.the workz.home for the homeless and buds for the soul.for eternity and ever.came across at mountkailash.catch the spider to know more.

lotuspond

where the roots are free.

another day

met up with the protestors again and had my fair share of the street crassness.the language of the ordinary bugger and a regular cop devoid of any manners ,all that would befall this nation is prescription and conscription.while a section demands another state ,tibetans a word i detest using these days but for their incessant chanting of the word china,how much i missed myself as the humbling with every visit grows.educated and successful souls.never met so many on so few days.only things missing were my tshirt which says fashion club united kingdom work and fidelz on the show. manmohan from am to pm had still not budged while rahul and mama mia had yet to steal the show.the lunatics at the houses of the bourse ofcourse had another field day. May the universal spirit save us all.

union carbide and its remnants

The day could never have offered more.accosted protestors and victims of the bhopal gas tragedy,people who have suffered endlessly for the sins of a business and the conduct of the agencies gone horribly wrong at the altar of the commissions.the living dead speak but through their wombs which bear the scars of the night or those being still inflicted by the callousness of our nation.the absence of a mechanism for even according fair liability haunts these streets but for the presence of the ailing protestors only seeking their due in the circle of life.the courts have fallen silent , the government utters none and some of that night are buried too deep underneath to even whisper a sqeak. THE PROTESTORS HAVE WALKED ALL THE WAY FROM BHOPAL TO DELHI SEEKING THEIR LONG AWAITED DUE TO EXIST AS WE DO.THE GOVT. OF THE DAY AND THOSE BEFORE HAVE HAD LITTLE TO SAY.they are parked on the pavement at Jantar Mantar and for greater insight into the night that unfolded certainly do visit http://www.bhopal.net/ and meet them first hand as i did.together we play,the song of change.

triyambakam

seasons greetings

summer to bury me into the night,winter chills my ageing bones,autumn caresses my new being and spring rejoices the ephemeral soul,in the bottom of thy hearts.

the return

lest we speak the immoral truth,lest our souls be overburdened,lest inhabitants all go awry,may we express ourselves,in the creation of birth and religion of mankind,may we all be born again.