At the crack of the down, our bus stopped at the roadside near Nagara and right there stood Shivappanayak's fort inviting us, protected by no man, but just a signboard asking not to damage it.
Centuries old fort, now ruined and dilapidated
The mist was making us confuse the rising sun for a full moon.
Is it sun or the moon?
Distances - How Far? How Close?
Final Farewell - Return from graveyard leaving the burried past behind.
My favorite color is "Blue".
Light means different things to different people.
The distances, the mist cover.
Mirror mirror, tell me, who am I?
You know who I am, ... abe, mera fufehra mama MLA ka PA hai.
Here we enter the dry and hot zone with a meandering stream, felt like ravines of Chambal seen in movies.
Life so far, for the bark.
The jungle says, "cross the line and be with me".
Tajmahal... may be, for someone...
The arid land and the stream passing through.
The dry bamboo around the stream
The delicious cashew fruit, tastes almost like mango
Shore band, chusna suru.... (ab yeh na Shor-ma-re.)
Mein bhi toh dekhu hai kya yeh cheez..--- Tumhari marze, bhand me jao.
Tathagata couldn't get chapati at last minute. What he got instead was Khubus and we all didn't know whether it is to eat or to wear!
Kisi ke fate me pair dalna.
Is it lungi?
Are kisne laya yeh roti! (finally, yeh Shor-ma-re)
Kya yeh sarir ke uttarardh ke lazza niwaran ki liye paryapt hai?
Saree Merchants: Yeh lo ji, aap ki man pasand ka color.
The typical "jinu" pose.
Photo ke liye kuch bhi karega.
Mera dimag kidhar gaya!
Zara sa so loo main.
Hamari bhi nikal lo ek photo.
Chindi choron ka adda ho gaya yeh trek.
The descent before ascent.
Hey someone was clicking!
Jaldi lo photo, hum intejar kar rahe hai.
Kitna time lagate ho photo lene me. Jaldi karo, hamara time waste ho raha hai.
Are choro unke nakhro ko. Hamari toh tum jitni chahe photo le lo, jitni marzi time laga lo.
Amma! How much more to climb?
Jivan ki chaon me.
The gradual ascent before we hit the mist.
What is behind the rock?
The dam we took dip at the beginning of the trek.
Shoot me with this background, for a profile pic please!
Me too, for a profile pic please.
The organizer dada... He always wears black shades.
The khajai gang (nudist).
The khajai gang (showing armpits).
The (fake) Dr Hajra, in thinking mode.
Vinod, in thinking mode.
We were under the shadow of the mountain we were climbing.
The mist and sunlight behind the mountains.
And the heavy wind.
Storm is always on one side of the ridge, the other is always calm, always, even in life too.
The high wind and mist made it a difficult walk.
Finally in the valley, away from the storm. Valley of peace.
Some are still behind.
Heading towards the mist covered peak.
The invisible peak.
The rising mist and setting sun.
The mist rising against the mountain and the peeping rainbow.
If we ignore the distances, even the grass would look gigantic in comparison to sun. Perspective matters.
A city on the sun.
The mist filling the valley. The day ends here.
It's time for sunrise, but still some sons don't rise.
The tiny Shankaracharya temple at Kodachadri peak.
It must be still dark in those valleys covered by clouds.
And at the same time for some, it's sunshine on the shoulders to make them happy.
The steep slope, sunbathed.
The sun rising above the mist in the valley.
The divide! Unchen log, nichen log.
The road to nowhere.
Layers in gray!
Is the tree a destination or a milestone to the destination.
What does these girls mean?
The year is 1972.
Damn! We want it in color.
Take one full ...
And one close up.... for my bloog....
The "maha" smile.
Mungerilal ke hasin sapne chal raha hai background mein.
Meri nahi, meri takdeer ki tasvir nikalo darling.
Kaash kayamchurn ka paket sath me hota toh subah itni taklif na hoti.
Akhiyon se goli mare.
Kayamchurn (nange beku)!
The frustrated poet.
The camera, the stand, and ...
Fokut ka mila toh, topi khud hi pehen letein hai log.
Inki likhe gazal bik nahi rahi aaj kal toh janab "b" grade movie me "bheer" ka kiradar nibha rahe hai.
Climbing down from Kodachadri.
A bankrupt shop.
Heading towards Arasinagundi falls.
A small pool atop Arasinagundi falls.
What is he amazed at, the falls? Does he have eyes in the bums?
Swimming towards the falls.
Tatha searching ants in his pants.
Tatha is unable to understand what is going on.
The final picture.