The year was 1290 . A crowd had gathered around a clearing, where broken down pillars marked the presence of an ancient temple, now long gone. A young boy, just 14 years old, leaned against one of those pillars, deep in thought. Then, he began speaking, and the crowd fell silent, listening to his every word. He spoke without any notes, translating the Bhagavat Gita, from Sanskrit, which only the pundits knew, to the language everyone in the village knew and spoke – a variety of Prakrit which developed into the Marathi language. Even as he spoke, one of the men in the audience realized how momentous this event was, and how important this composition would be. He began writing down the words the young boy spoke, and this composition was named by its author and composer, the Bhavartha Deepika – the enlightening meaning (of the Bhagavat Gita). Now, the ancient, holy text, was no longer restricted to the pundits, but accessible to all, understood easily by them, composed as it was, in their...
We see garden lizards all the time in our backyard. But when you have a new camera to try out, it looks interesting enough to photograph!!! This one was so perfectly camouflaged that Samhith had to point it out to me several times before I managed to spot it....
Here, take a closer look...
This one, on the other hand, stood out clearly as it basked in the sun on the parapet wall.
It was still for a while, but as I continued clicking, it got up and slowly moved into a crevice on the wall...
And here is what a dear blogger friend, Suranga Date, whom most of you know as Ugich Konitari, writes about these pics....
Sign of the times.
He slithers,
homeless,
across the collapsed fence
ignoring the
rust
and the surrounding jungle
of dehydrated plants
fallen in holes.
Lizard Yoga classes
happening,
and it gets
more and more difficult
in this old age
to reach in time
with the
cracks and pokes
and hurtful rust.
And so he stops,
hands resting
next to shoulders,
stretches and lifts himself
in a Bhujangaasan,
beseeching the Lord.
Watched
by a proud denizen
on a
redeveloped
highrise stone terrace,
also going for Lizard Yoga,
togged out
in a moddish red bodysuit,
proud
to have made it
up here
by hook
and mostly by crook,
and unsuccessfully
trying a Mayuraasan
to show it...
And a butterfly
flying just out of reach
of the younger Lizard,
flaps its wings,
alights on a leaf
and shakes its head
saying,
"They dont make Lizards
like the old ones
any more...."
You can also go over and see the poem on her blog. Click here to see the post.
Thank you so much, Suranga! It always amazes me how you come up with such perfect lines... Looking forward to reading many many more!!
Here, take a closer look...
This one, on the other hand, stood out clearly as it basked in the sun on the parapet wall.
It was still for a while, but as I continued clicking, it got up and slowly moved into a crevice on the wall...
And here is what a dear blogger friend, Suranga Date, whom most of you know as Ugich Konitari, writes about these pics....
Sign of the times.
He slithers,
homeless,
across the collapsed fence
ignoring the
rust
and the surrounding jungle
of dehydrated plants
fallen in holes.
Lizard Yoga classes
happening,
and it gets
more and more difficult
in this old age
to reach in time
with the
cracks and pokes
and hurtful rust.
And so he stops,
hands resting
next to shoulders,
stretches and lifts himself
in a Bhujangaasan,
beseeching the Lord.
Watched
by a proud denizen
on a
redeveloped
highrise stone terrace,
also going for Lizard Yoga,
togged out
in a moddish red bodysuit,
proud
to have made it
up here
by hook
and mostly by crook,
and unsuccessfully
trying a Mayuraasan
to show it...
And a butterfly
flying just out of reach
of the younger Lizard,
flaps its wings,
alights on a leaf
and shakes its head
saying,
"They dont make Lizards
like the old ones
any more...."
You can also go over and see the poem on her blog. Click here to see the post.
Thank you so much, Suranga! It always amazes me how you come up with such perfect lines... Looking forward to reading many many more!!
Lovely creature well photographed !
ReplyDeleteYeeks creatures so close. Nicely captured Anu.
ReplyDeleteyeeks indeed Ashwini, but not when seen thru the lens !!!
DeleteSign of the times.
ReplyDeleteHe slithers,
homeless,
across the collapsed fence
ignoring the
rust
and the surrounding jungle
of dehydrated plants
fallen in holes.
Lizard Yoga classes
happening,
and it gets
more and more difficult
in this old age
to reach in time
with the
cracks and pokes
and hurtful rust.
And so he stops,
hands resting
next to shoulders,
stretches and lifts himself
in a Bhujangaasan,
beseeching the Lord.
Watched
by a proud denizen
on a
redeveloped
highrise stone terrace,
also going for Lizard Yoga,
togged out
in a moddish red bodysuit,
proud
to have made it
up here
by hook
and mostly by crook,
and unsuccessfully
trying a Mayuraasan
to show it...
And a butterfly
flying just out of reach
of the younger Lizard,
flaps its wings,
alights on a leaf
and shakes its head
saying,
"They dont make Lizards
like the old ones
any more...."
That was wonderful, Suranga!!!! Am adding it to the post...
Deletenice click
ReplyDeleteThanks, Samaresh!
Deletehttp://kavitalihi.blogspot.in/2012/05/slithering-lives.html
ReplyDeleteThanks for the link, Suranga. have added the link to the post too, and commented aso :D
DeleteGreat series of captures.
ReplyDeleteThanks Indrani!!
DeleteThe pics brought back memories of childhood when we used to stand and watch these denizens of the garden for hours, waiting to see if one of them was a chameleon :) And Suranga's felicity with words is more than just amazing. :)
ReplyDeleteSamhith is at that stage now, Zephyr! as for me, I used to stay far far away from such creatures.. till I got my camera :D he is much better at spotting them, though! as to Suranga, well, i am always spellbound when it comes to her words!!
DeleteNice clicks. Anu, don't you feel scared to get near to them? :)
ReplyDeleteI am a big fan of Suranga. And when I showed her my photo of a lizard on her blog, she instantly came up with another poem. :-)
It's a challenge for us to give her a photo.
Here is the photo with her poem. :-)
Thanks, Nisha!! and i was nowhere too close!! am def scared!! yes, i did see her poem and commented too! btw, your link didnt show up on the comment, wonder why!
DeleteAwesome captures Anu.
ReplyDeletewww.rajniranjandas.blogspot.com
thanks!!
DeleteNice Clicks!
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