Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Friday, November 24, 2006
The city of Chandigarh
I like the pattern of the shadows as Bheem Malhotra walks towards us.
A student sitting in the wierdly shaped lecture theatre finishes up on his work before the show starts.
Just came back after watching Casino Royale, the most Un-Bondly Bond movie ever. Quite akin to the Bourne series or even MI-1 in treatment. Bond is cold, kills without problems, is utterly cynical and untrusting, drops his armour to fall in love (yes, love and Bond!!), and gets double crossed only to learn that he has to get by not trusting anyone ever.
Bond is blonde, blue-eyed and very muscular unlike the earlier Bonds. But all said and done, its a fun movie and requires cerebral work to follow, maybe too many twists in the tale, but ultimately, I thought satisfying. The fun, innocence and the cherubic, comic book charm of the earlier movies is probably gone for good. And its almost 3 hours long, so better have something to eat or keep something in the fridge. Otherwise, like me it will be one long haul to the dhabas in sector 11 that wont serve after 11pm.
Mix veg was good.
Black dog is better !!!!!! :))
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Life really hasnt changed for anyone in material terms or otherwise. It has only made people grow further apart, differences crystallise only with time. As I stood out as I could not find the strength or conviction to get inside the temple, I saw these two kids having a great time. As I raised the phone to take a picture, the elder guy gave a nice swing to make for a pretty picture. thanx man.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
And its quite a fantastic book. For starters, it is a scholarly work with scores of references, lots of research and the best part is that it reads like an exciting novel.
It describes the Indian war of independence/sepoy mutiny from a decidedly Indian perspective. Dalrymple, as has been pointed out elsewhere makes for an important contribution to the history of the events of 1857 from the point of view of the common man in contemporary Delhi.
Something that never fails to astound me is that the schism that exists in the perspective of Indians versus that of the British, of the arrogance and the genuine belief on the part of the British that all that was being done was actually for the good of those who were ruled over. This attitude, I believe still lurks somewhere.
It is also extremely interesting to observe the parallels between the concept of Jehad now and then, the inherent lack of self confidence of the Indian mind, the need to be servile to people other than our own and the passion with which we impede the progress and power of our own.
Some thing truly never change.
I just wish it was cheaper and maybe in a soft cover.
Went to the function held to mark the death anniversary of a close relative, a good time to look back and take stock. And it was amusing to see that life was still the same, and the choices made were an experience but little else. I wonder what life has in store now.
Guess I had too much dinner, and its time to sleep over all that is gone.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Behind bars, waiting for everything to get over and a cup of tea. It was grey and gloomy and there was just a hint of misty breaths.
To capture a single raindrop..without disturbing it in its last moments.
The smell of the soil after a drizzle, and the feeling of dampness on the butt....heaven.
Long time since I blogged. After an aborted attempt at a movie set in PGI, which eventually turned out to be pretty pornographic, its back to mundane things. Stardom can wait.
Its that time of the year when the nights are cold, and sitting out in the sunshine is just about becoming pleasant. There are trees that are flowering and full blown winter is just round the corner.
The after-lunch cup of tea is becoming more attractive than lunch itself and food tastes better. I love winters.
PGI is buzzing with activity, all sorts of it. In fact, I even started and completed a BT today after about 5 years. I couldnt help feeling what we all become.
On the other hand, there is always hope as long as the will to move persists, and friends are always welcome. Of course, you need to have some in the first place.
There was a rededication ceremony today. We are all spick and span, all raring to go. But no one told me what the rededication was for. Some views of the ambit of the rededicationary changes (doesnt that sound almost Marxist?)
1. Never lose your way again and go where no man has gone before!!
2. Sharing knowledge increases it, pity its not true for barfi!!!
3. All people are created equal, but some are more equal!!!
4. A red carpet is desirable but not always mandatory!!
Life after all is fleeting and as I said once to great effect, all memories after all are false.
The bruises caused by getting beaten up by shoes however, persist a fair while.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
I am posting it all unchanged because as I always say, its wonderful to read something written by someone who thinks in English unlike most of us.
Keep in touch, Zoe.
I have been interested in mental health for many years and in fact my interest in psychiatry was the main reason for applying to medical school. As a senior medical student studying in
Initially I had thought that the treatment of the mentally ill in
There are other differences in
In addition, I started to wonder about whether Westernized instruments for psychiatric assessment could really be applied to a culture that is so vastly different from the developed countries. I think that validating tools based on an Indian population would prove beneficial in mental health here.
The role of the psychiatrist is also different in
These were just a few of the differences I found between the East and the West. I think there are plenty more as I was limited with the language, but I learned a lot even without the use of a common language in psychiatry. I had a wonderful time at PGI and learned much more that any textbook could have given me. I’m glad I came and will be taking back some fond memories and lessons from my trip, as well as some great photos!
Friday, November 10, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
A view of the chapel, has a massive statue of the Buddha. The expression is one of indescribable peace. When I climbed up the stairs to reach the chapel, was surprised to see a man sitting on the stairs in a pensive pose and wondered what is wrong with him. When I reached inside I saw a man with a camera mounted on a tripod taking pictures of him and shouting instructions in Bengali. I could not help smiling. Sat down on one of the cushions and asked the Buddha some questions that I had asked the last time too. No answers still, all my answers lead me away from god and closer to me. I liked the expression though and wanted to clear my mind of all it has seen and experienced, to clear it of how it thinks and get some innocence, intelligent innocence. Not the innocence of someone who doesnt know better.
As I end my pseudo-travelogue, it is with a sense of loss. In a way, writing this was one of the fun things that I have done in a long time and getting back is always traumatic.
I am reminded of those tumultous days in the first 6 months of 2005, I read my text books for the first time and while reading about the theory of some thinker came across the lines that gave me a lot of courage and have stayed with me since, "In the most important times of life, you are always alone".
Gyuto was closed, there were a lot of monks around. The change that I saw everywhere this time was the fact that there were many more policemen everyhwere. I am sure it had something to do with the targetting of tourists and the infiltration of Himachal Pradesh by Kashmiri terrorists.
There were some games going on, and everyone was particularly happy during the tug of war. Lots of grunting and pulling, all in good fun and cheer. NEED A WIDE ANGLE>>>>AAAAH.
Looking on and having fun.
I took another picture of him later, thanked him. he said Photo and i promised him that the next time i am there, would get him a print.
I like this picture for some reason.
And couldnt resist taking this one....
A view of the hostels for the monks.
From ther I hitched another ride back to Sidhpur from where I went to the Norbulingka.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
By the time I got back, it became cloudy and started to rain intermittently. J had another walk back to the temple in search of some interesting faces.
And I found all sorts...
Old lady at the temple complex
A monk prostates before the shrines in the courtyard of the main temple
A monk takes back the idols after the ceremony is over..
Paragliders over Dharamshala...led to a lot of excitement everywhere
Lichen on the walls
As I was getting out of the temple, it started to rain heavily. I took shelter under the staircase waiting for the rain to end. Soon a blind beggar joined me and put up his wares. As there was place only for one, I got up. I had notices earlier that he said hello to foreigners and namaste to Indians when asking for alms. Asked him how he did that since he was so obviously blind. He told me that he did it randomly. Yet I never saw him make a mistake. Gave him some money for having let me photograph him.
The rains stopped soon enough...went out into the streets for my last bit of photography in Mcleodganj.
Charming faces all around..
A happy couple taking shelter from the rain ....the woman is busy knitting some stuff to sell as trinkets.
Drying up after having been caught in the rain
A monk shouts at some novices to join him ASAP.
Another face in the streets
At the coffee shop
The Buddha Bar
Lords of the rings
A Khampa warrior selling keychains.. was happy to get photographed.
Most people in Mcleodganj are trying to eke out a living in a foreign land the best they can,peace and nirvana come about while they are at it.
Next stop Gyuto and Norbulingka....later.