So I made it to the next blog!
And what have I been upto? Created an array of things that went straight to the bin! I taught a little photography to a friend who was leaving, and she did quite a decent job on the first(and only!) day!
See?
Maybe I should dabble in teaching shit like this every now and then!
Among other things, I've been trying to get back some of that health I lost, which sadly is a lot! So I've been waking up at the crack of dawn for them morning walks, and I've begun to feel much better about myself, though it was only my second time today. I got a wee bit brave (or as some might say "stupid"!) and decided to speed up to a little jog. Bad idea. Quite an eye opener though, realized how close I was to the deep end!
When its clear, what a lovely sight it is. I was pleasantly surprised with the view, with a carpet of clouds below and the mountains rising above. I didn't have my camera with me the first day, the second day I decided not to take my camera, took my iPhone instead. The camera may appear a little too intrusive for such mornings, I don't know why I feel so. Also, its a bitch trying to walk/jog/crawl with a camera around my neck!
My only gripe with the whole scene is rather religious, or anti religious for that matter. The mall road around Observatory Hill is the venue of choice purely by habit, and there's a temple on top of this hill. A rather interesting temple it is too, obviously there's a lot to see when one's eyes aren't closed in prayer! But of late, thanks to this thing called 'Bolbum' or whatever else its called is wrecking havoc to an otherwise quiet morning. There is an offensive stream of bhajans being played at full tilt from on top of the hill, which is rather pointless and outright rude. Fundamentalists from other religious leanings are probably not very pleased at this sordid affair. I hope it ends soon though.
Anyway, story time!
This is one my favorite pictures, I took this sometime in March this year when I was working for my friend in Shillong. This was taken at Ganole River, a little below Tura, West Garo Hills. We were staying at the Soil Conservation guest house, and we were completely oblivious to one of the worst water crisis to ever hit Tura. How so? It appears so that our guest house had water coming from a reservoir that most of the city had no access to! So in the mornings, instead of sweeping the floors outside, the caretaker would calmly wash the place down with a rather large stream of water! While just a little below the hill, people were reduced to plotting ways to overthrow the P.H.E Minister! Anyway, a lot of water was being carted up from Ganole river, which already had a few revelers in the midst of their 'picnic'. You see, the A'achik people, or the Garos, love a good picnic, simply because there really isn't much else to do! And boy can they drink, I think there should be another term for what they do, because drinking is what you and I would do! Any meat cooked with a fistful of salt, a kilo of chillies and Sodium Bicarbonate, washed down with hard liquor hardly suited for the kind of climate prevalent, party time!
I always enjoyed my regular jaunts to Garo Hills, a beautiful part of this country, hot as fuck, and sadly scarred by violence and uncontrolled illegal mining of coal. I have driven over roads so bad the surface of the moon would appear to be a superhighway! I have quite a fair amount of fun memories of Garo Hills-which I shall divulge over time!
Until later.
And what have I been upto? Created an array of things that went straight to the bin! I taught a little photography to a friend who was leaving, and she did quite a decent job on the first(and only!) day!
See?
Among other things, I've been trying to get back some of that health I lost, which sadly is a lot! So I've been waking up at the crack of dawn for them morning walks, and I've begun to feel much better about myself, though it was only my second time today. I got a wee bit brave (or as some might say "stupid"!) and decided to speed up to a little jog. Bad idea. Quite an eye opener though, realized how close I was to the deep end!
When its clear, what a lovely sight it is. I was pleasantly surprised with the view, with a carpet of clouds below and the mountains rising above. I didn't have my camera with me the first day, the second day I decided not to take my camera, took my iPhone instead. The camera may appear a little too intrusive for such mornings, I don't know why I feel so. Also, its a bitch trying to walk/jog/crawl with a camera around my neck!
My only gripe with the whole scene is rather religious, or anti religious for that matter. The mall road around Observatory Hill is the venue of choice purely by habit, and there's a temple on top of this hill. A rather interesting temple it is too, obviously there's a lot to see when one's eyes aren't closed in prayer! But of late, thanks to this thing called 'Bolbum' or whatever else its called is wrecking havoc to an otherwise quiet morning. There is an offensive stream of bhajans being played at full tilt from on top of the hill, which is rather pointless and outright rude. Fundamentalists from other religious leanings are probably not very pleased at this sordid affair. I hope it ends soon though.
Anyway, story time!
I always enjoyed my regular jaunts to Garo Hills, a beautiful part of this country, hot as fuck, and sadly scarred by violence and uncontrolled illegal mining of coal. I have driven over roads so bad the surface of the moon would appear to be a superhighway! I have quite a fair amount of fun memories of Garo Hills-which I shall divulge over time!
Until later.
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