Friday, 27 July 2007
Friday, 20 July 2007
Saturday, 14 July 2007
Golfing in Cairo...
Friday, 13 July 2007
Sunrise in Sion...
Thursday, 12 July 2007
Wednesday, 11 July 2007
Saturday, 7 July 2007
Saturday, 30 June 2007
Flamenco Fiesta...
"During this period of development, the "flamenco fiesta" developed. More than just a party where flamenco is performed, the fiesta, either unpaid (reunion) or paid, sometimes lasting for days, has an internal etiquette with a complex set of musical and social rules. In fact, some might argue that the cultural phenomenon of the flamenco fiesta is the basic cultural "unit" of flamenco."
Well, I'm finally posting about Flamenco of Andalusia, Southern Spain. I witnessed it in Seville. What struck me first, was the immense stamina and skill required to perform this complex foot tapping dance. Flamenco is expressed through the toque -- the playing of the flamenco guitar, the cante (singing), and the baile (dancing). A widespread misconception about this art is that the dance the essence of Flamenco but the truth is that it is the unique music that is the heart of this art form. I felt the music had an lovely Arabic touch to it. The singer rhythmically clapped her hands giving a wholesome effect to the experience. The dance is characterised by the emotional sweeping of the arms and rhythmic stomping of the feet. While the dancers put a lot of practice into their art form, the dances are not choreographed, but are improvised along the palo or rhythm. The picture I clicked in Seville shows the two dancers appreciating the singer and the guitarist.
Sunday, 17 June 2007
Quoting Kahlil Gibran from "The Prophet". One of the most inspirational pieces I've come across.
Joy and Sorrow
Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.Egypt...
And it rained...
This little fellow preferred the umbrella below his feet than above his head as he enjoyed the first shower here :)
It's finally started raining in Bombay!!! :D Well I'm not too fond of this weather but it most certainly is a relief after the raging heat. The first glimpses of this weather are what I'm particularly fond of. Little kids jumping in the puddles of the first shower, sparkling droplets of water trickling down green leaves after the first shower, birds flying for shelter from the unexpected rain and the cool breeze blowin onto your face as you stretch your hand out of the window to feel the water on your fingertips.
Thursday, 14 June 2007
May the rain be with you...
A polka dotted multicoloured umbrella half the size of a standard umbrella still used by an 18 year old friend of mine despite the fact that it leaves your back totally wet if you want to protect your face. here's a tribute to that adorable umbrella that sheltered half of me many a time and more importantly gave many of us loads to laugh about. I managed to locate an original picture...
Wednesday, 13 June 2007
BSS Mahim...
Amby Valley
Amby Valley... truly paradise in India... with a brilliant golf course and just the right weather... again a photographer's delight and a golfer's too...
Tuesday, 12 June 2007
Animal rights.. they say!!
Hmmm, you probably imagine a bullfight to follow the rule, "May the best man.. or beast win..." but Spanish Bullfighting is not so.. no matter how bold, powerful or furious the bull, it must die after 20 minutes of torture. Here's how the bullfight proceeds: There are 3 tercios, or parts separated by horn signals... first the bull is taunted by 6 bullfighters waving the capote... the pink and yellow cloth you see in the above picture. Now enter the two picadores on horseback(the horses are blindfolded and armoured) armed with a sort of lance. As the bull charges towards the horse, the picadore attacks and lowers its blood pressure by piercing its back with his lance. Then 3 banderilleros stab the attacking bull with a pair of banderillas each. Now that the bull is weak and bleeding, the matador with his muleta, a red cloth and his sword enters and has to artistically show a so called domination over the bull and then kill it in one stroke through its heart. If it does not die, as in many cases, out come the other bullfighters to remove the sword so the matador can try and try until he suceeds. Then, he parades round the stadium with the ears of the bull. Its outright cruelty!!