fabulous pics!

(pictures and captions courtesy vivek raja)

Driving down the California coast - view from the restaurant - Morro rock @ Morro Bay. — at Refugio State Beach.

Glorious sunset behind the ridge separating San Mateo from Half Moon Bay ...

The mission of Santa Inez near Solvang, CA

 

mornin rambles

slept late, woke up at 0600. had a cuppa in the pantry, the newspaper on the throne. early bath - good coolant. put things together for breakfast n lunch. mornin meal ready, only i'm not hungry. 0800. logged in, research begins. what casinos in the u.s. are makin is my thing today mornin. plug in the eagles. begins with sad café. great! 1000. alongside a fantastic conversation (chat) with a good pal, i've culled enough content to keep me goin till 1600. time for a break, some black tea. don henley's cryin over a new york minute: hey, how about a gurgaon minute? or even a coimbatore second? the sun outside is already hot enough to melt electric poles (sardonically wonder if lech walesa was one! had he been the russians would've sent him over :) ). in the kitchen, i'm still not hungry. fact is, i still don't get the feel the day's started. the mobile's not chirpin. where's that call?

walk down memory lane

when we first came to delhi, we stayed at a nice large mp's bungalow in canning lane for a while, where 25 years ago almost to the day my little brother and i discovered a bulbul's nest in a thicket with lovely blue eggs in it. we put it back. we used to try catch mynahs in an improvised bird trap using an upturned bucket and some string, but the mynahs always got away - good for us. summers must've been just as hot as they are now, but we never felt the heat, just endless, dreamy, carefree days of summer vacation, roamin the very quiet, "exclusive" neighborhood with broad avenues and parks and kerala school just opposite and the MEA hostel next door... india gate a stone's throw away, cp just a walk ... we never got to know when the bulbul chicks hatched, but 25 years later, those memories of the days of youth, childhood, innocence are still as fresh, as vivid as then ... that's the delhi i'll always remember, always cherish, always want to come back to, always want to die in...