Thursday, May 29, 2008

Insect of the day

An unidentified insect species in Gethia, Nainital, India

This was my first kick for the 28th morning. About an inch and a half in length, was loitering outside the kitchen. Walked in a stiff, jittery fashion. Have it on video - the mechanical walk, the excitement in the air, and 'it' marching up my baby brother's leg. Snapped a good deal of it before it flew away to the safety of a nearby tree.

It's hard to zero in on the species.
On the first impressions, it hinted towards a Leaf Insect (Phyllium Scythe[1] [2]), but has quite some structural differences.
Then came in mind some cockroach species, a recent experience giving roots to the thought (even blogged about it sometime back, go search). But no, doesn't even seem like a cockroach.
Beetle is more like it - the horns and antennae and all. But they have the largest number of species, 360,000+, which makes identification a tough job.

Harmless tree dweller, this fella. A reminder of what a treasured ecosystem I currently am in. Hope it never goes away.

PS: Full-res pics bring out the tiniest of bumps on its hide and the minute hairs that make it a master at deception. thrilling.
Any help in identificationof the species is most welcome.


UPDATE: 09/25/2015 ffffound the answer, finally!

Monday, May 26, 2008

Creating Devotional Stereotypes

Was an audience to the grand religious festivity at 'Paramarth Niketan' again. Had a smaller crowd than the last time, which I believe could've been for the fact that it was under repairs of sort - they had cordoned off a section of R. Ganga to prepare for a greater display of devotion towards Lord Shiv in the future. All that most come for is a good alien experience, theatrics. Not finding that surely must've sent them looking elsewhere. The post-आरती scene at Paramarth Niketan was typical. A handful of people made up for the crew. A vocalist (गाय़क), a tabla player (तबलावादक) and a handful of people at the mixing desk (मिक्समर्द?). They were surrounded by a crowd, mainly Indian. The foriegners were at a distance.

The only retard observation I could make was that all the crowd was facing the vocalist (sitting amongst them on the stairs that lead to R. Ganga). They twisted about their neck and waist to face in that general direction, as if it were the epicenter of some devotional waves. It was disturbing how the weight of their vision would carry a great significance towards how they would frame a thought or discourse on their God. For once, those with cursory glances seemed more religious - they were understanding aspects of religion rather than just giving in to how somebody else interprets it and feeds it to you.
Being a witness to the creation of a stereotype: to be (or superficially feel like being) committed to God, you have to put on all the theatrics of _this_ kind. You need the men in ochre - alongwith all their paraphernalia to make noise and light - and an audience (that can make it look like a grand display of devotion) to appease the Gods. Here is where the Pundit turns into a businessman.
2008-05-18/22:15, Rishikesh :: Archival Diary Entry

Spent 3 hours walking alongside R. Ganga, between Lakshman and Ram Jhula, the iconic suspension bridges that define Rudraprayag. Had 3 interactions in all
  1. With a black 'bhotia' dog barking at me from a distance. Felt threatened.
  2. With a waiter to order myself a dinner. Felt hungry.
  3. With the restaurant owner to make some corrections in the bill (a very minor, Rs.5 one, though). Felt cheated.

So conceited and personal, am I not?
2008-05-18/22:00, Rishikesh :: Archival Diary Entry

Sitting and thinking over this log, I notice a couple - both foriegners - crossing Lakshman Jhula. It was quite late and the bridge had almost no other crowd. Pitch black, owing both to the absence of any lights on the Jhula as well as a full moon obscured by the clouds.
A motorcycle crossing over at the same time approaches the couple. Its light beam falls on the couple, and the moment suddenly jumps to a new realm. There isn't much light deflecting off the suspension ropes. The beam makes the couple seem suspended mid-air, floating across over R. Ganga. The lady is wearing a long skirt that moves with the wind flowing over the bridge, which further adds to that ethereal touch.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Small Pleasures (of Yesterday)

Gets the Poets Going

Yesterday was hectic.
Reaching Gethia directly from Kedarnath via Hardwar was enough for a day, which took a 23hr bus journey and a couple of miles of walk through the forest road early morning. But sleep didn't follow for there was plenty to update myself upon and Kedarnath anecdotes to share. Nobody feels sleepy around 'The Family'. Then a 3km walk to and back from Nainital, my core intention of visit: to be having the best jalebis in Asia.

Nainital is much cooler now. Lesser haze than on my last visit a few weeks back. The crowd is decent - both in quality and quantity. But come June and it'll be flooded with all sorts of people from nearby lands harrowed by the sun. Roamed around, played video games (still love the arcade). Missed out on the Jalebis, they were on a lunch break :(

Heavy downpour right when us (me and baby brother Shiv) were about to leave back for home. That altered our plans. We stayed in shelter for a while, then boarded a taxi to Bhowali, getting down a couple of km before Bhowali - where the road branches off to Gethia. 6km to cover, with dusk approaching and black clouds looming over our heads, but the downpour luckily ceasing for the time being. We marched on, enjoying our surroundings and kicking stones off the road, trying to mimic the football greats while in the act. This road is in light use, thanks to the alternate route to Haldwani from Bhowali (via Bhimtal). The road winds through a few patches of dense forests and abundant water streams. Saturated landscapes, with a couple of villages falling midway.

Coming across the ravine popularly known as 'Murdaghat' (Ravine of the Dead) that leads to the most dense of forests around, we couldn't resist deviating off the road. My association with this tract of land has been growing with every visit (earlier blogposts build on that). I was expectant of coming across the barking deer that graze on the lower slopes of the valley. There is plenty of other fauna, but it really becomes wishful thinking.

After the initial unpleasant experience of smells (courtesy truck drivers with bowels movements beyond control midway a long journey), we crossed over the stream and started to walk alongside it. In little time were we out of the sight from the road, hopping from boulder to boulder along the stream, moving forward. Shiv branched off to climb up the rubble from the broken hill face to our left and examine the white rocks now exposed. I continued upstream. The usual stuff - vegetation gets thicker, temperature drops, becomes more damp, the walls on either side of the ravine close in on you, the boulders grow in size and the moss and ferns growing on these boulders multiplies making it difficult to climb up. I moved forward with very light steps. Any harsh noises and the surrounding animals/birds would've run away, their impluse telling them not to trust that which walks on two feet. Around a sharp bend where the stream takes to left, I heard a rustle in the bushes ahead and saw a large jungle fowl running up along the stream. I wanted to push forward, maybe there was something more to see as I would've come up around the bend. But it started to drizzle. I didn't want us to get trapped in the ravine at time of heavy downpour, hence turned around to descend down. Shiv was also done with his investigation - he found some slate and little water up that broken hill face. We made our way out in haste, Shiv making a splash at one point falling into knee-deep waters. We managed to work our way out without much difficulty.

We still had about 3km to reach Gethia, and decided to pace along despite the drizzle growing in volume. It turned into a downpour midway but we didn't care and continued forward. No shelters for us. The whole hill was soon drenched in rain, we could see the showers streching across a kilometre to the other side of the hill, coming down in swathes - one of the most memorable of experiences in the hills in general. Lucky that none of us carried anything on us. We had full freedom to freak out. We reached back soaked to consummation. Chilly water from the skies, the discomfort exaggearated by the winds. I relished it, despite any of that.

Dried myself, stepped out to be greeted by a lovely rainbow stretching across the mountains on either side. It quickly faded away, but not before I took a snap.

Kedarnath Trip Ends

Back from Kedarnath. But not Delhi, in Gethia (Nainital). Reached here the day before after a 23 hour bus ride: Guarikund-Hardwar, then Hardwar-Nainital, then a couple of kms of walk through the forest to Gethia as the dawn was breaking. Beautiful cloud patterns before they were dissolved by the morning sun.

The trip was great on a personal level. Having friends that kept falling ill in random order was irritating. Did explore plenty of Kedarnath, and find reasons to loathe the sadhu babas/beggars/escapists. It is baffling how little people see when they visit such places. Me and Piyush share plenty of common thoughts over that.

Lost my cellphone on the 20th. That day started with a lull and culminated with a loss. But a loss that I can't feel sad for; the cellphone was lost the same way I acquired it - on the streets, and my connection's validity was about to end on 23rd, after which I planned to switch to a new one.

Its good out here in Gethia. Quite a chill, warm sun, cloud cover that piles up by the day to finally break into a rain around the evenings.

There's lots to share from the trip - photographs and thoughts alike. Plenty of time and minimal of responsibilities on hand to do that. Nice.

PS: If we have spoken over the phone anytime in the past 6 months, pls mail me your cell number

Monday, May 19, 2008

2008-05-18 :: Archival Diary Entry

Rishikesh today. Another hectic start. Indiscretion over our directions to catch the bus to Rishikesh got us tired and sweaty till we found wheels to our sojourn. We started off with a breakfast of bananas (and only that), walked a couple of miles before hawking one of the shared tempos. The tempo ride to Rishikesh was equally stressful as I carried the weight of my entire luggate throughout without an inch's space to occasionally flex my aching limbs. We ended up paying, I believe, for a slightly overpriced ride to Laskman Jhula, Rishikesh.

Stay in Rishikesh

In Rishikesh right now. Stuck. Missed the last bus to Rudraprayag, the whole group - except for me and piyush - contributing to that delay.

Checked into an Ashram today. This is the first time I'm having acquaintence with the ways of the Ashrams here. It ain't bad at all. The accomodation, as one can expect, is rubbish. Dingy, damp rooms with large empty spaces that leaves you puzzled. But your room would ideally only serve for your base, only to be used mainly in the late hours. Walk outside into the courtyard or deeper into the meditation halls and you'll find a whole new world. Clean, austere spaces and availability of chilly drinkable water. The crowd was great. Little mingling this far, but serene faces.
Yoga. One more new thing. All a part of the Ashram stay. It was brilliant, but tiring. There were plenty of foriegn practitioners, in fact everybody apart from me and friends weren't Indians by citizenship. The instructor turned out to be a modest, friendly guy.
Maybe missing out the last bus wasn't that bad a thing.

Rafting - another new thing. The most convenient adventure one could possibly have.

But I'll write more on all that later.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Losing it as the end draws near

Minutes to midnight, and I'm still far from confident for my last exam. The syllabus is so messed up! A sprinkle of this, a dash of that, it feels like they're trying to make it look good just on paper - to deceive the audience that ours is a balanced and thorough course. 'A larger pile of papers' is more like it. Nobody cares anymore.

Had a listen to a remix one of my classmates had emailed. It was miserable. Had to put on Thomas Newman to cleanse my ears. Emergency measures.

For the next hour I'll be vacillating between my books and the net. Its too risky to boot the computer late night - hours fly by idling away time. Much of the relationship I've had with my machine this semester has been passive. Its been so, with all of the following factors contributing to equal levels: adjusting to the lifestyle of living alone, absence of any net connection for the first couple of months, minor affair with fiction, wanderlust - more than ever, longing for Elin, coming across my beast of a new laptop (and vista and all its irritations) and {silence}. Meh, but I've been up and about with other stuff. Just stuff that doesn't give me any direction for my future :P Lots of random new stuff.

ps: just maield the friend about how miserable his song was. now i mix up another cup of coffee and try to carry it through the night. a few more blogposts in my caffeinated frenzy, perhaps.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Right Place, Right Light

First time this year will I be coming across a full moon while out in the hills. I've been unfortunate this far - being there at the wrong times. The moon was always far from giving that grandiose feeling. In January it was nonexistent altogether, and in its last quarters during both my March and April-end trips. Mismatch between the pande cycle and the lunar cycle.

This month, we have a full moon on the 20th. There can't be any better date for that. I would be out in the Himalayas - the heart of it. Most likely camping out in Rudraprayag, or amongst the snows of Kedarnath. I expect both to be a scenic delight at night. While Kedarnath would offer an unobstructed view of some of the highest himalayan peaks - painted even more white in the moonlight, one can expect great landscapes along the confluence of rivers at Rudraprayag. With the peaks up ahead and the civilization lying below, it can get quite uplifting. If my friends can refrain from 'Truth of Dare' kinda juvenile games on evenings, I will try scribbling about the night.

Moonlit nights are very special to me. Still remember the magic, the feel. Lone walks through the jungle road on way back to Gethia, chilly winds that makes you turn your head in veneration of a larger being, silence that is compensated for by the pounding of your heart - a pounding that grows in anticipation of something dramatic along the way.
And just because the white light brings the landscape in one's sight, Jim Corbett comes alive. All his tales spring up in your head. Imagination runs wild, surpassing the actual wilderness that surrounds you. You expect some large animal, preferrably of the feline species, atop that ledge a few hundred metres away. It might be observing you for the past few minutes. It might be on the move now, rushing through the grass. You wait for those eyes to light up, you wait for any hints of swift movement through the grass, you wait for a growl. But that never comes - its all inside your head. A relief of sorts as well.

You come across a sharp bend and stop dead, close your eyes and raise your hands in ecstasy of the moment. You stand facing - opposing - the city lights huddled together in the darkness of the surrounding mountains. At one with yourself. You realise that this is the most honest version 'reality' that you will ever live through. What some can only dream of.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Whites and Blacks

Whatever the world might have to say about the benefits of white clothes over black, one thing cannot be refuted - you never look shabby in black. White clothes, seemingly, age with time faster than the black ones do. Whites gets dirty quite easily and have a shorter wash cycle.

Some people stick with white because it looks saintly, the color of God. They say black is the color of evil, the Satan. I can only say that it points to a bad decision on the almighty's part.

Firstly, it leads to embarrassment knowing that 'The Creator' did not have means to invent the process of dyeing any of the earthly colors onto fabric. Maybe he didn't have a color table for help - why he failed picking up any of #BDB76B, #C3B091, or #F0E68C for the colors of his attire. Not only would the earthly colors been more tolerant to looking dirty, they would have helped God move through the lands without scaring his creation. Roll back a gazillion years and think about those dumb sauropods panicking at midnight seeing some apparition in white float by...

Secondly - just imagine - God moving across the entire universe, spreading the message of love and peace, and impregnating barren lands with his creation. Satan on the same journey to promote his empire of think-and-do-evil.
God is forced to take breaks to wash his whites. Sometimes it is just too embarrassing to approach the mortals in dirty clothing. God has to put his creation time researching in complex emulsifiers and wettings agents that can give best results. Then he has to face the question of whether to dispose of his old tarnished whites or not. It is difficult because God has no God to look for answers.
Satan, on the other hand is all happy in his blacks. Black helps him move stealthily across planets, as it absorbs all light and that can only help when all you're surrounded by is dark matter. Satan does not need care about keeping his blacks clean. They will always look the same. Satan says: "Well, if they get any more dirty, they can only be more - black - duh!" And Satan gets a lead over God. The message of evil is the 'in' thing now among what God had originally created.

God summons Satan one day, and talks over a change of dress code. He feels sick wearing 'all that white'. "But I picked it first, ain't letting you have it", says Satan. God tries using reverse psychology on him to invert the evil to good but that doesn't work. Since Satan had to travel across a quarter of the universe to meet God, he asks for one of God's favorite spells in return. Satan would later reverse engineer it to create that fireball effect now identified with hell.

Evil empires stand everywhere now, only a few good remain. Those counted among the good become conceited and arrogant and keep to themselves. God's purpose seems defeated. He goes into 'sorta' depression. The twisted thinking results in his creation of Earth, at last - where we get to take any side that we'd like than being forced to absorb the message of God. And yet there are those who try to force their opinions under the deception of 'message of God', making God cringe in pain.

PS: Search for 'saint' on google image search (even with safe search ON) and the very first result is good enough to show the inverted ways of our planet. so lets sin!

Simplicity at a twisted level

You could be no more off the target if you like me for 'being simple'. Being simple is not a quality, its a curse. Just because I cannot match your levels of excitement, or be as dramatic, or fail to grasp the gravity of the situation does not make me very cool, does it? Makes me boring, to the contrary. Won't you rather like friends who will react to your situation in resonance to you? Maybe they get you better - as if they are an extension to yourself. I don't, far from it.

I consider myself a good listener. When I listen about things you have to say, I try to understand them. I try to form an opinion and communicate it back. My 'simple' side comes out when I am unable to do that. Passing something off as inconsequential or petty is my defense when I come across something I've been ignorant about. Just so that I don't look stupid. Well, that is what I am. Should not feel very shy in admitting that. Worse than those schmucks who are publically ridiculed for all their braindead doings. My 22 years of life, and all I can end up is looking simple. 'Blank' is a better synonym.

Being labeled simple is insulting. See myself in all complex ways - goldmine for a brain. I don't feel comfort at the simple undercurrent of tribal or carnatic music. I like music with weight - packed with instruments, packed with energy, packed with ambiguous lyrics and subtle references. I relish my tea with ginger and cardomom added. I even managed to read and comprehend Fountainhead, for God's sake! So when you say I give a 'simple' opinion, its directly at my nuts where you are kicking at - with lethal force.

PS: never again would I use references to 'The Fountainhead' this lightly

Friday, May 09, 2008

Another Day Passes by

Today was a day well-slept indoors. Dry fruits and Nine Inch Nails making a comeback tour into my life. NiN's "The Downward Spiral" is explosive, especially the first 4 tracks - Mr. Self Destruct, Piggy, Heresy, March of the Pigs - they pack unparalleled energy. Then follows Closer, which belongs to another dimension. I think Shaurya's the only one who has learnt of my veneration towards it - left row, lower bed, Jispa, to be specific. Me busy with NiN, him with his journal (I wonder if that ever saw the light).

Today was a day in contrast to yesterday, when I was with and about friends throughout the day - Anikesh, Parul, Yogesh, Saurabh (in that same order of appearance) - with Yogesh staying for the night. Yogesh's increasing levels of knowledge make for a great conversation. Him, Saurabh and me got debating on larger-than-life topics - societies, socialism, communism, human rights, individualism, realism, Marx, what not. Saurabh left dazed, he wanted to stay and talk more. It must've been quite a change from his leisurely routine of staring at the fan blades. My argument revolved around how an individual can thrive in any society, and if rights are being curbed either for supression or in the name of community, then the society doesn't deserve being called so - it should be labeled a 'tribe' instead - say, a "communist tribe". Its amusing hearing all the varied theories, but ends there for me. I'm not very inclined to either pick up much, or contribute towards such debates. I wonder now if silence would've been equally gripping, had we tried so for a while.

Coming back to today...the only time I got out was in the evening to forage for food. The only involving sight I recall was a black pariah dog sleeping under the streetlight. He had such honesty about his face. Its funny, because the first person I came across evoked bitterness (something illogical, irresposible on his part) while the first animal I see evoked pity - NO, not that, affinity is more like it. And yet the dog lives to live a dog's life, that man lives to indulge.

Writing about the day, we just entered a new one...and now my heart is full.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Artificial Intelligence and the Answers to Life

Artificial Intelligence abounds in profundity. Maybe it set out to find an answer to life, after all. I don't read any religious or spiritual texts, but you can never tell which direction enlightenment comes from.

Chapter 2, 'Production Systems' carries a topic describing the characteristics of a problem. One of such characteristics debates on 'If the solution is a state or the path to a state'. Let me put that in double quotes and make it more obvious: "If the solution is a state or the path to a state". Aha! that just puts everything worldly into frame. Forces us to think whether our aim - if we have one - is more important than the means we plan to use to achieve it. Whether we wish to reach our destiny by doing anything possible or whether we attach more significance to what we do midway than the destiny itself. Whether actions take preference over the aim, or the vice versa.

Feel like Frances(Owen Wilson) from "The Darjeeling Limited", where he picks up on a line by Brendan - "We haven't located us yet" - and derives a much deeper meaning from it, while all it was in reference to was their train taking a wrong route and getting lost.

Hopefully I come across more of it, still have 90% of the course left. The first 10% has been so profound!
Came across something very interesting while studying for my AI exam, in "Artificial Intelligence" by Elaine Rich, Kevin Knight. What follows is an excerpt...

There are many heuristics that, although they are not as general as the nearest neighbor heuristic, are nevertheless useful in a wide variety of domains. For example, consider the task of discovering intersting ideas in some specified area. The following heuristic [Lenat, 1983b] is often useful:
"If there is an interesting function of two arguments f(x,y), look at what happens if the two arguments are identical."

In the domain of mathematics, this heuristic leads to the discovery of squaring if f is the multiplication function, and it leads to the discovery of an identity function if f is the function of set union. In less formal domains, this same heuristic leads to the disvoery of introspection if f is the function 'contemplate' or it leads to the notion of suicide if f is the function 'kill'.

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Optimism, Pessimism and calling something 'Art'

I don't complain about something that works on an entirely different level of abstraction and symbolism - like David Lynch's "Eraserhead" - but those movies which try to come to notice by adding a tone of pessimism to the scripts - something like "Lilja 4ever". Trying to force you to accept that 'life is like that' or making it difficult just so that it doesn't get obvious. Things ending, people dying just because they weren't supposed to in commercial cinema. And no, its not a depiction of reality or documenting things as they are. Its just a sad play at things to qualify as having a vision.

Optimisim is inherent to us. We used to, and forever will continue to wish well for the one we identify with on the screen - one among the protagonists or the innocent third person that never had to do anything with the kerfuffle anyways.
A long drive on any sort of road is a realisation in our optimist tendencies. The concern for the scores of birds or animals that you find idling in the middle of your road is a confirmation. Birds, especially, play on that dramatic urge inside us that wants to see survival of any species. They'll just sit there, oblivious to your approach. You grow impatient, more so if a passenger. You feel like you're going to reduce something to pulp in a short while - the feeling grows as you get closer. Closer. Now the bonnet shields the birds from your sight. Yours legs stiffen, heart skips a beat, as you wait for a low thud. But nothing. You pass by the spot, to find the birds safely fluttering away on either side of the road. Seinfeld put it right - we have a pact with them!

One sad incident I recall has relation to this. Was 10 years back, when driving from Lucknow to Gethia with family. When our car ran over a squirrel. The poor thing was in the middle of the road, and sensed our approaching vehicle a little too late. It would've been fine if it had either done that earlier, or been completely oblivious to it. But a late judgement made it run for the trees right when our car passed by. A gentle crunch of the bones. Pulp. The crunch was inversely loud in volumes inside me, as I still remember it.

So screw you, rubbish 'art' movies. Everytime I come across one of you, I think of the squirrel and wish that it would've lived. I wish Lilja would've lived.
This great urge to infer from my previous post...something very different from my usual blogging. Something, perhaps, more personal. Me at the receiving end of my analysis.
My friend Parth (aka jabba) has a hint. But neither about the whole rant, nor about the theory that led to it. The text lies in my scratchpad, a mere question of making it public here...

But it might be ambiguous, people would derive other meanings.
Or perhaps comes back at me sometime.
Or that it'd be cruel or shocking or too revealing to some. I know that nobody reads this mental refuse, but even 1 acquainted audience would make a difference.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

That universal delight

One of the more indulgent feelngs in life is too easy to forget about. Small, simple things.

Remember the times when you were a child and stick your neck out of a car or bus on a cool day, right after the rains, or when cruising through the hills on a family vacation, (or on a village horse cart)? You're a grown up, but the impluse still remains, I know. But putting it as 'chil' gives it the credition of being something innocently honest and without and worldly leashes. The sudden shift to a different realm as the air hits you - as it caresses through your hair, leaving in a chaos at the tips of every single strand of those - is difficult to attach words with. You close your eyes in delight. A smile that would tear across your face as you fall deeper in the trance of the moment. No matter how harrowing the day/s have been, your face is radiant - a new, benevolent vibe that lingers on. The moment is a great equaliser of sorts - the children, men, women, cocker spaniels, pomeranians and many other species - all radiate a cheery youthfulness. May the moment never end. You are all with yourself, immersed in your zen. Maybe this is when epiphany strikes you. Its just around the corner...coming close &

Reader Beware! You choose the scare.

  • You are hit by an oncoming truck. Instant decapitation. You only feel a crunch of the neck bone. Go numb even before the pain hits you.
  • You are pulled back inside, and given a light scolding. It all goes unheard because you are yet to descend back to this world. That vibe, that radiant feeling fades away in inverse proportion to the square of the time passed by since. When it finally does, you are left with happiness, something warm inside. And then you spend your entire life in a sad state, knowing you were there once.


Ye free-spirit-wannabe.

My First Time

I am 22, and I still don't like either discussing about it much, or thinking over it. After years of fruitless trying - getting more desperate with each passing year - I've resigned it to fate. Some of my friends proudly claim to have been through the moment - even those whom I'd have never expected. I felt singled out sometimes. Peer pressure, maybe.

If you'd have asked me THE question the past week, I would've replied in negative, given a hopeless look, then 'd have got bitter about it. But it all changed on my latest trip to the hills.

Saw a snake! Caught another one! All in a single day.



Overjoyed at the happenings through the entire day. Being in the heart of the 'ravine of the dead' (murdaghat) makes it even more exciting. Surrounded by nothing but forests and wildlife. Plenty of trek and vertical climbs involved.

Always feels diseased 'being back' in Delhi

Just back from an exciting three days in the hills. Have preparation leave, hence am preparing myself for more travel and adventure to the best of my abilities. Purged myself of the sin of missing out on any such trips over the past few months. Desperation and love, both mix well.

Back in Delhi, and back with -
Mosquitoes. My welcome was with those bastards draining away some of my prime blood.

Heat. Its early morning, and I can feel the change already. Greater temperatures, combined with much greater suspended dust and other matter makes for a torturous couple of weeks ahead. Something lodged in my eye after my arrival in Delhi, and has been a constant irritation since.

Concrete Jungles. Don't know which to put first - overpopulation or greed for space or just irrationality. Urban structures seem to suggest that nature comes secondary. There is no harmony.