Wow! Mouthwatering “Rassagulla’s”. There is this particular place called “PAHALA” In Orissa where they prepare amazing rassagulla. Anyone who has ever got a chance to travel from Cuttack to Bhubaneswar must have at least once stopped to have it….. To know the difference in taste between the generally available rassagula’s & this one you will have to have it once…………

This is one of those pictures which I clicked on my trip to the Fort in Bandhavgarh. In this picture the cave is the nest of Serpent Eagle and there is a newborn inside. The guide provided us with quite a lot of information about the nature of this bird Since they are scavengers they help in cleaning the jungle of all the rotten and dead stuff without delay. The first few days of the young ones after hatching are spent under the protection of the parents. The feathers start appearing after 21 days. By one month, almost the whole body of the chicks gets covered with feathers and they are able to stand independently. The first flight is taken only after crossing two months of age. Crested Serpent Eagle is a solitary creature, found occupying the same territorial boundaries for years.

Rose Blush

Blush, Rose, blush,
a tingle at my tender touch.
The passion and desire are much too much,
blush, Rose, blush.

Our first date was more than I ever dreamed,
the flash of teeth and brilliant smile.
By dessert, your green eyes sparkle at my guile,
and my doubts about you’re wanting me were eased.

Blush, Rose, blush,
a tingle at my tender touch,
The passion and desire are much too much,
blush, Rose, Blush.

Hand in hand, as we walk though the night,
a sure feeling that this is right.
so strong and sure, the thought,
that you could be the one… maybe not?

Blush, Rose, blush,
a tingle at my tender touch.
The passion and desire are much too much,
blush, Rose, blush.

Time passes and the feeling grows,
I confess the love from my heart, I know.
Barriers down, my soul exposed, released,
the pent up passion is finally eased.

Blush, Rose, Blush,
A tingle at my tender touch,
The passion and desire are much, too much,
Blush, Rose, blush,

Blush, Rose, blush,
I tingle at your tender touch.
The passion and desire are not too much,
blush, Rose, blush.

                 –  By K.C. Miller

A droplet of rain
On the shoulder of the wind
Is lost in a big desert
A droplet with no wishes
Why no grass why no trees

He has God in his watery heart
Talking to him all the time
No water no food
I want none of them I’ll prove

He starts crying
And then
His tears water the ground
And the first flower grows

Something that only a red heart can hear
Is coming down to the desert
Droplet heard it with his heart

A droplet falls in his hand
O, its raining
Thank you my only God
Soon the grass grow
And a bird song is loud

A little village
Full of big wishes
No need to wish
Just want it
From the bottom of your heart

—By Reihaneh Jalalian

(www.poemhunter.com)

“Ratharudho gacchan pathi milita-bhudeva-patalaih

stuti-pradurbhavam prati-padam upakarnya sadayaha

daya-sindhur bandhuh sakala-jagatam sindhu-sutaya

jagannathah svami nayana-patha-gami bhavatu me”

“When Lord Jagannatha is on His Ratha-yatra cart and is moving along the road, at every step there is a loud presentation of prayers and songs chanted by large assemblies of brahmanas. Hearing their hymns Lord Jagannatha is very favorably disposed towards them. He is the ocean of mercy and the true friend of all the worlds. May that Jagannatha Svami, along with His consort Lakshmi, who was born from the ocean of nectar, be the object of my vision.” 

Hegira, for peace and happiness, a flight, to a congenial place. Because all journeys have a furtive destination of which the traveler is unaware.

Comes the spring and the natures opulence is visible in all possible way. Cascades of color hanging around, gives an inkling of rainbow all around.  While clicking this picture I actually could not judge whether the surrounding was purple/green/orange/red in color. Nature’s mystical temperament is just unsurpassed. I love to capture with my lens such magic of the nature….. And I am fully aware that my lens is not capable enough to captivate its behavior always.

God’s Grandeur

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

–by Gerard Manley Hopkins

This beautiful red & buff sandstone tower is the highest one (72.5mts) in India. The Diameter of it at the base is 14.32 mts & around 2.75 mts at the top. The foundation stone of Qutub Minar was laid down by Qutb-u’d-Din Aibak in 1199 AD to celebrate the victory of Md. Gori over the Rajputs in 1192. After the first storey, 3 more storeys were added to it by Shamsu’d-Din IItumish, the successor & son-in-law of Qutb-u’d-Din Aibak. Numerous inscriptions in Arabic & Nagari in the Minar reveal the history of the Qutub. The inscriptions also suggest that it was repaired by Firoz Shah Tughlaq (1351-88 AD) & Sikandar Lodi (1489-1517 AD).

A “Compass” is a wonderful object that has fascinated me through out my life. And the moment I saw this particular piece in someone’s drawing room, I was tempted to click a picture of it. Seeing this beautiful thing the 1st thing that crossed my mind was “It’s a moral Compass”. Indicating ‘integrity’, ‘responsibility’, ’compassion’ and ‘forgiveness’ respectively and I need to trust my “COMPASS”. So it has again fulfilled its purpose of guiding. Indeed a true guide.