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Sankranti in Keeramanda
Posted by: nagarajmani on: January 19, 2009
Sankranti in Keeramanda
Sankranti the harvest festival is celebrated all over India under various names, Lohri in the North, Makaharra Sankranti in the North West, Bihu in Assam, Pongal in Tamil Nadu and so on.
As most of you would know, India is largely agrarian and the heart of this country still beats among the rich and [...]
Adventure camp
Posted by: nagarajmani on: December 23, 2008
Adventure camp at Kondaji
When one is wheelchair bound and accessibility limited in a country like India, going on an adventure trip is no minor event. But that’s exactly what I was on, as I struggled to make myself comfortable in my hard seat at 11.00 p.m of December 19th 2008.
The Association of People with Disabilities [...]
Colours, Clay and Drum Beats
Posted by: lilliandcosta on: December 15, 2008
Colours, Clay and Drum Beats
The drum beats of the Karnataka dancers still reverberates in my ears as they pranced from side to side, beating their huge drums in unison, even while yelling out calls from the depths of their heaving bellies. The Bihu dancers from Assam danced with just as much zest, cymbals clanking, singing [...]
Holidaying in Shimoga
Posted by: lilliandcosta on: August 27, 2008
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Holidaying in Shimoga
While I enjoy traveling, it is only recently that I realized that Jasmine, who also works with me, equally enjoys checking out some new places. And so it was that on a Thursday afternoon we decided we would be heading to Jog Falls in Northern Karnataka the next day.
Jasmine her sister Nazneen, their [...]
Lillian @ Poetry
- Advertising Cloud 9The horizon in shades of green,Water tanks, blue and black,Clothes of all hues waving in the breeze.Cloud 9 advertising its services,Who would think, it would need to?But it does,Its the recession.
- Untitledoh why does my soul refuse to rest.it bounds up,against gravity,like there were thorns that pricked its underside.refusing it rest.oh my soul has a bloody breasta weary heartthat longs to rest,but somehow each night is dayin its unending search to run away.
- UntitledI stare out,As the orange-pink of sunsetFades away into silhouettes,Large dark trees, rise upAnd the cold road leads away.The breeze whips at my face,The curtains buffeted in the strong wind,Fly around uncontrollably like shreds,My heart feels the same,As it leaves sweet memories behind.Parting can never be harder.15th April 2009
- Happy Women’s Day?.......... I beg your pardonIts 8th March, International Women’s DayBut she doesn’t know it.She wakes up at 6.00 a.m,like she has for the last 12 years,her mental clock and love for her family helps her up.she fills the rice into the cooker, chops up the vegetables in the yellow light of the bulb.The chickens in their coop stir, at the first break of light.the brass pot rolls down on t […]
- Un-namedI want to writeBut wordsTremble within meThen die.I dig through my memoryFor experiencesFor verseBut all I find is gooey morass.I yearn to riseBe the bestBut the forceEludes meA phantom. There they areThe first buds of springOr is it a mirageThe sightings of a deluded soul8th February 2008
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