DIY Shutter Release Cable

Since the time I've been trying my hand at astrophotography, I've felt the need to have a shutter release cable. These relatively simple cables sell for anything between $20 to $100 (and probably even more!) online depending upon whether you want to have just a plain 'auto-focus and shutter release' function, all the way up to ones with digital intervalometrs and time lapse options.

However, luckily my camera (Canon 350D or popularly known as Digital Rebel XT) features a 2.5 mm audio female socket for plugging in the shutter release cable. Below are steps with photos describing how to make the simplest cable, inspired by many others who have made similar ones.

1)

You'll need one switch (the red one above is called a rocker switch), one spring switch (the black switch in the photo with a square head), one 2.5 mm stereo audio male connector (in the photo above the black sleeve has been removed to expose the metallic pins behind the connector), a plastic box to house the switches, some wire (depending on how long you intend to make the cable) and a hobby knife (or a swiss knife).

2)

Cut a slot in the lid of the box such that the rocker switch fits in snugly. I preferred to place it horizontally (if the box is held like a TV remote) but you can place it anyhow.

3)

To make the plug that connects to the camera, you need to keep in mind the following-

a) the longest pin is the 'common pin'

b) the shortest pin is the 'full depress pin'

c) the medium pin is the 'half depress pin'

So to just auto-focus (i.e. half depress the shutter button) you need to connect the medium pin with the common pin. To release the shutter (i.e. full depress the shutter button) you need to connect the shortest pin with the common pin.

Now since I'm going to use the cable release mainly when long exposures on 'bulb' mode are called for, I decided to use a toggle switch for the shutter release. Also since auto-focus is rarely required in astrophotography, I've not provided a corresponding switch for that. However, if you wish to provide an auto-focus switch as well, simply connect a third wire to the medium pin and through the spring switch connect it to the common wire.

Remember to wrap insulation tape after connecting the wires to the pins.

4)

So coming back to our cable, once you connect the appropriate wires, put the sleeve back on the connector. Tape the wires to the sleeve as shown to prevent them from snapping off inside the sleeve.

5)

Connect the other ends of the wires to the switch and wrap insulation tape. Now guide the wires as shown and tape them up; this is to prevent accidental snap off as for the connector wires.

Also make a small cut in the box for the wire to come out through, when the lid is closed.

6)

Looks cool!

7)

The best part is, the wires can be just folded and placed inside the box for a neat and compact look!

PS: Taking orders for the above if you don't have the time to make one or are just plain lazy! lol!

Rule of Thirds

The two photos above are exactly the same scene with different composition. Rather the first one is 'as shot' by a friend of mine and the second one is a frame I've cropped out of it.

Composition is arguably the single most important aspect which determines how appealing a photo comes out. The example above illustrates the application (and lack of it) of a classic rule of thumb known as the 'Rule of Thirds'. This rule has been popular since the late eighteenth century, when it first originated as a guideline for painting landscapes. Since then people have found it to create a pleasing effect in many forms of visual art such as sketching, drawing and yes, photography.

The Rule of Thirds itself is very simple to understand. It involves dividing the frame into nine equal parts by two equally spaced vertical lines and two equally spaced horizontal lines. Something very much like a game of cross-n-knots! Now to create an appealing effect, the important or powerful elements of the composition, are placed along these lines or their intersections (called power points). For example the horizon placed along one of the horizontal lines, or a mountain peak placed close to one of the power points etc. This is done to create more interest in the image and an overall harmony, than would have been achieved by simply centering the subject.

Coming back to the example above, in the first photo my friend composed the image of sunset with the sun right in the center of the frame and so the frame is divided into almost exactly equal halves horizontally. This is what is a natural tendency, to put the subject of interest in the center. However, if the scene was composed with the sun placed eccentrically to the bottom right, as in the second photo, it gives a sense of harmony and also the sky with its beautiful shades becomes the dominant part of the photo, rather than a totally dark portion occupying half the frame. Keep in mind that there's no 'extra sky' above the sun in the second photo; it is merely the reduction in the dark area that gives a feel of a bigger, brighter sky. After all, the second photo is merely a part of the first one.

Having said all this, there are instances when the Rule of Thirds does not apply, and breaking it may create some really nice effects as well! This is the beauty and very essence of photography, that there are no real rules to it; there are mere guidelines, and one should keep experimenting and develop different styles.

PS: The author does not claim to have complete knowledge or mastery in photography. This is merely an attempt to share a few useful techniques in this dynamic art form.

Road Rash - sadly not the game!

"Ehh! Dikhta nahi hai kya (can't you see)?!"
"Mein tere age (gadi) chala raha tha toh muzhe kya pata tu kahan se aa raha hai! (I was driving in front of you so how do I know where you're coming from)"
"Abbe mirror mein nahi kya dekh sakta?! (can't you see in the mirror)"

Last evening, after finally finishing the much dreaded end-sem papers and some whiling away with my friend, I was returning home. It was University Road, one of the few 'good' roads in Pune where average traffic speed is thankfully more thank 50kmph.

I was doing a decent 60 and out of nowhere, this reckless guy comes from behind and cuts lanes and all to overtake - actually overtake would be a much sober word! After going ahead a little, he's back to 'normal' speed because of the traffic. Now I don't generally have this stupid urge, but then I saw an opportunity of overtaking him - rather just passing him, 'coz I was in the first (fast) lane and he was in the middle one. So naturally I sped up. Now this *** decides at the last moment that he should take an acute detour and speed ahead in the first lane which was just clearing up. And as luck would have it, he was in no mood to look into his rear mirror. The result, I hit the brakes hard, honking horn all the way and still nearly collided with the jerk!

Maybe the constant horn made him realise he had just made a ghastly mistake, and slowed down just a bit and steered into the middle lane again. I caught up with him and it was then that we exchanged the above lines in an angry tone, practically yelling at each other!

Just to stress a few accepted things-
1) Guys, the mirrors on a bike are meant for you to see the road behind while changing lanes.
2) Guys, the mirrors on a bike are NOT for you to fix your hair while riding.
3) Girls, the mirrors on your friend's / boy-friend's bike are NOT for you to turn them and fix your hair after getting down. (Or at least turn them back in place!)
4) Guys, removing mirrors does NOT make your bike look 'sleeker' or anything, it'll just kill you someday!

We're Gonna Be Alright!

Wanna hold you close,
Wanna hold you tight;
Just say we're gonna be alright!
Wanna close my eyes,
Wanna feel the night;
Just fly with you,
Through the breeze tonight...

Somewhere so near,
Somewhere within;
I can see see you, hear you, touch you now!
When you go away,
And I hear you say-
"I've left myself with you" - I'll know!

And if the night won't end,
If the dawn won't break...
Just hold me close,
Just hold me tight;
Just say we're gonna be alright!

-abhi

Sweet November...

Punekars have been blessed! Over the past fortnight or so the weather has changed dramatically. What was a very dull and hot weather has transformed into a beautiful lush green day with little sunshine, intermittent pouring of rains and mostly cool breeze throughout the day.

It is not uncommon for the weather to turn around suddenly in this part of the year in Pune, but nevertheless, every time there's a feeling of fresh-ness in it, and spirits are high everywhere! Hope this continues throughout till summer...

App.. App.. and Away!!

Those applying for higher studies abroad will empathise with me on this one. I'm somewhere in between the first two words of the tittle right now! Still have to finalise my SOP, start the tedious online application procedure for each university, and finally send packets of supporting documents - long way to go till I cross the second 'app'!!

I say to myself, this will all be over - soon enough... eight more months and God willing, I would be at the last word - away!

(K)not to worry!

I learnt to tie a neck tie today; yes I finally did!

The happiness in that statement can only be understood by guys who have learnt to tie a neck tie! Or, by girls who would need to tie a neck tie (girls, do you?) or who would be kind enough to tie one for their guy friends (not boyfriends..uh!) - but I seriously doubt the last kind exist!

Anyhow, till date I used to find some friend to help me out; which is to say I would give him my tie, he would return it to me with the knot tied and I would simply adjust the length after wearing the tie like a garland! And I know I'm not alone in doing so - rather I wasn't alone in doing so. More often than not, I would have a feeling of awe and respect for the person doing these complex twists and turns and finally bringing out a great piece of formal wear out of a strip of cloth! Ok that is exaggeration, but I did feel stupefied all the times!

Speaking of the twists and turns, they are not at all difficult, and are far from 'complex'. It is in fact very simple, once you get a hang of it. Today I needed to tie a neck tie, and since I was leaving from home and dad wasn't around, I had no option but to learn to tie one! The internet came to the rescue once again, and after going through a couple of videos I found the right one which shows very lucidly how to tie a neck tie. This knot is called a 'Double Windsor' or 'Full Windsor', which is the most popular knot.




After practising a few times while watching the video I got a hang of it, and could then tie it on my own!

Tying a neck tie is really easy, and guys you should really learn it, specially if you are entering professional life. As for girls, your male friends would definitely be impressed if you tie a neck tie for them, any time! lol!

Sleep vs Time

(My)self Admirers!

It's so irritating when people begin their introductions with "Myself xyz..."!! Why the hell cant they stick to plain and simple (and correct!) usage like "My name is xyz.." or "I am xyz.."??!!

I'm not very sure whether the usage of this reflexive pronoun in such a fashion is grammatically correct or incorrect, but it does sound grossly wrong to me! I'm sure I'm not the only one to feel so!

Forbidden Fruit

Me : So how is it in the hospital? must be full fun na..
Friend : No yaar, gets boring max times.. we're not allowed to do anything major, just assist the docs.. (talks more similar stuff, indicating that internship in a hospital is not really that much fun!)
Me : So what exactly do you do these days?
Friend : I'm posted in anaesthesia, so we have to watch in the OT (operation theatre) how they induce it etc..
Me : Wow.. you know what - I have this crazy fantasy of going inside an OT someday!
Friend : Do you wanna come? You can come till I have my posting! My last day of posting is on Saturday, so this is really your last chance of doing something like this!
(There was a wide 100W smile on her face! And no, she wasn't insane!)
Me : Are you mad?! I mean, you can't really just take anyone inside the operation theatre, can you?!
Friend : Arre it's ok, no one cares! If anyone asks, just say you're an intern or extern, and they won't ask anything else!
Me : But they know you all, and so they'll easily know if someone is extra na? And what if they ask me to pass something to them - I don't even know the instruments and other stuff you use! They'll easily make out something is wrong! What if they ask for ID?
Friend : Arre no one is bothered, the docs and assistants are doing the surgery, and we'll just stay a bit back, and they rarely ask for our help - interns are not valued much re, so we're just watching things only, not doing anything at all - we read books, msg etc, inside the OT, so it's all a relaxed environment!
Me : But if they find out something like this, we both will be in trouble yaar!
Friend : They won't find out, and if they do, max they'll kick you out! Just stick with me, and do everything I do and nothing will happen.. My batch mate has smuggled one non-medico inside once before also!
Me : oh.. let's see..
(Except for the language and detailing, the convo is pretty accurate to what took place!)

This conversation took place between a medico friend and me last Wednesday. This was big - she was offering to covertly sneak me into an OT! Too tempting to resist; I did give in!

Yesterday morning, as decided, I met her at the hospital gate, and we drove inside, parked, and were walking towards the hospital building. In 10 mins, I was in a corridor, leading towards the OT area. We removed our shoes, and she took me to the MOT - some place where they just dump their bags, have cupboards etc - sort of like a retirement room. So far so good - in case someone doubted me, I could still just say that I've come to meet my friend and cook up some explanation as to why I was meeting her in the MOT and not the canteen! She then asked me to wait while she arranged for the OT gown, mask, cap and slippers. Ironically, and conveniently, all this became my cover for sneaking inside, rather than the patient's protection against infection! Now I was fitting in the crowd - no one could even see my face, and I could easily pass off as one of the interns. I just had to keep my mouth shut, and stay behind the crowd with my friend.


Then the guided tour started. We went straight inside an OT where a surgery was in progress. I was bit unsure at first, but everything was more reassuring in a few minutes. The surgeon and his team were quietly doing their job, the nurse assisting them, few interns simply sitting in some corner chatting, talking and texting on their phones etc.. It was true - no one cared or even noticed my presence! My friend and a couple of her friends started discussing something about the surgery and why it was done etc (there was a hilarious turn of understanding in some time, read ahead) She then told them I was a non-medico and they gave a surprised "aha?!" smile! I clicked a few pics of the room with my cell. I was watching the surgery on the LCD on the far wall, and at times going closer to the table and looking at it. I then asked my friend what it was all about. She said it was a vaginoplasty and that they were repairing and reconstructing that area etc.

Then after a while we went to the adjacent OT, where some poor guy was being operated upon for oral cancer or something, and they were operating his mouth and lip area. Funny part is, there was music playing in the OT - yes, music! either the radio or someone's cellphone was singing some hep hindi song! I couldn't resist laughing behind my mask!

We returned to the first OT. My friend and her colleagues picked up the case file and again started discussing something in little-understandable medico lingo! She came laughing towards me and spilt out the new understanding - the patient was a guy (!), who had testosterone intolerance, and hence his male organs were removed, and now they were constructing a vagina! She said even she hadn't seen such an operation before, and it was uncommon, if not very rare.

After sometime we went to see a couple of other patients being given anaesthesia prior to the surgery. One of them was an old woman and the other a young man. On the whole, the experience was great! One of the reasons, admittedly, is also that few people get to see the inside of an OT unless they are on the table themself (!), or are of medico background. Indeed forbidden fruit is sweetest!

Prayer to the rain gods!!

Firstly, for the record, I stand on the thin line between a theist and an atheist, or am rather an agnostic. (I'll leave it up to you to wiki for these terms!) However, I do have one strong prayer to make - to the rain gods, if any - please run a vacuum cleaner in the sky, for astronomers all over the world, amateur and professionals alike, would like to enjoy a grand celestial show this month! (Yes, of course the solar eclipse!)

This eclipse is the longest total solar eclipse that will occur in the 21st century, and will not be surpassed in duration until June 13, 2132.
The following is part of a pdf on NASA's website, showing the path of totality over a small part of western India, near Mumbai (click to enlarge). The totality band is around 250 km in width, and the time of totality increases as one approaches the central line of eclipse.
(Similar maps for other areas can be downloaded from NASA's website)

I am very excited about this eclipse, as it would be my first total solar eclipse; if the clouds don't decide to screw it up completely that is! To watch totality, a few friends from college and I are planning to go to a friend's home town, Nandurbar. It is supposedly a dry place year round, and does not receive heavy rainfall in the monsoon. Latest updates are that the sky is still pretty clear there, but we are all keeping our fingers crossed!

Forgiven, Not Forgotten

During 11th and 12th, or rather while preparing for the IIT-JEE, we had a great group of friends; still are, just that we have all scattered into different colleges and can't meet so often etc. Anyhow, back then, after we were done with all our exams, some of us had gone to Solapur for a few days, upon Abha's insistence, to stay at her place and have fun! We sure had a lot of it, and just one of those cool things was her brother showing us videos of a band- 'The Corrs'. We had all heard them for the first time, and more or less everyone liked it; the guys can attribute part of the liking to the pretty girls in the band! I recall vividly how Piyusha, Abha and I had instantly loved a couple of songs like 'So young' and 'Toss The Feathers'! Abha had probably heard them before, but was equally enthu this time around!

After the trip, I used to enjoy a few songs by the band, but didn't much care to listen carefully to their other songs. Today, about three years later, while simply trying to listen to 'different' songs than I usually enjoy, I came across a few more good songs by the same band. One of them, which I find very apt somehow, and people close to me will agree, is called 'Forgiven, Not Forgotten'.





(Yes, all the girls are pretty! The one singing is my favourite though!)

The lyrics are not much fancy, yet strike a chord, and the music is a bit soft in the beginning but picks up well after the first stanza.

All alone, staring on
Watching her life go by
When her days are grey
And her nights are black
Different shades of mundane
And the one-eyed furry toy that lies upon the bed
Has often heard her cry
And heard her whisper out a name long forgiven
But not forgotten

You're forgiven, not forgotten,
You're forgiven, not forgotten,
You're forgiven, not forgotten,
You're not forgotten

A bleeding heart torn apart
Left on an icy grave
In their room where they once lay
Face to face
Nothing could get in their way
But now the memories of the man are haunting her days
And the craving never fades
She's still dreaming of the man long forgiven
But not forgotten

You're forgiven, not forgotten,
You're forgiven, not forgotten,
You're forgiven, not forgotten,
You're not forgotten

Still alone, staring on
Wishing her life goodbye
As she goes searching for the man long forgiven
But not forgotten

You're forgiven, not forgotten,
You're forgiven, not forgotten,
.
.
.
You're not forgotten,
You're not forgotten,
No, you're not forgotten.

Everybody Lies...

The title is a quote from the famous American TV series, 'House MD'. It comes from the central character, Dr. House, who is portrayed as a genius yet totally misanthropic doctor. The other characters also have very strong and individualistic personality traits, yet everything seems to fit in very well! The series is basically a medical drama, with each episode involving an intriguing case which otherwise seems to be unsolvable. Also, as expected, the characters evolve and inter-relationships are developed throughout the course of the series.

Although all the characters have admirable qualities, the icing on the cake is House. He is shown to be mostly void of emotions; or at least prefers not to show them. He is unmoved by other people's, specially his patients', pain, grief etc. He also behaves secluded, and shows as if he is immune to pain - both physical and psychological, although he suffers from both!

Undoubtedly, after watching a little over hundred episodes (over five seasons) you tend to develop a connection with the characters - you tend to rather find connections within the characters. Least of it, even if you aren't obsessed with it, you can't help overstepping the thin line of believing that what you see is just a fictitious concoction. Of late, I've started admiring the character of House, and wondering how peaceful it would be to simply cut off contact with one's feelings and desires. However, 'simply' isn't all that simple after all! Or maybe I just owe this feeling to the roller-coaster of thoughts clouded in my head over the past few months!

Drama in the wild...

Following are episodes from my recent visit to Tadoba National Park, 625 sq km of protected forest, under the Project Tiger Reserve.
(Click here to see the entire album of photos)

Episode One:

It was around 5:30 pm. We had just arrived at Tadoba that afternoon, and it was our first safari. After seeing some of the more common animals and birds, all of us were wishing for the sight we came all this way for - a tiger in the wild.

The driver and guide took us to a part of the forest which was a common spot for tiger sighting, owing to the little greenery and shade left there (it was peak summer) and also a small puddle of water. As we were driving past the area very quietly, each one scanning the bamboo for any movement, we heard a high pitched sound - the alert call of a Sambar. The driver immediately slowed further and the guide quickly drew our attention to something in the trees, something we all strained our eyes to see and finally the shape was clear - it was a kill; a dead Sambar. The guide told us that the tiger would be close by, guarding it's kill, and would head to the water now that it was exhausted chasing its prey. Soon all other jeeps arrived at the spot, and everyone was very quiet, with all engines switched off. There were more callings of the Sambars - alerting each one in the area of the assassin!

Finally after sometime we got the first glimpse of a pattern of black stripes, perfectly camouflaged in the trees - it was a tiger, approaching the waterhole as expected. Much later, it came out of the cover and we could see her face.

It was a female, as explained later by the famous ornithologist and wildlife expert, Mr. Kiran Purandare. Notice that the face is slightly oblong (not very round and flat) and the absence of frill around the face - these are ways to distinguish between male and female.
After coming out a bit in the open, she went and sat in a sort of private area, near the waterhole. We were all very excited, and wished she would come out again. Soon enough, she emerged out of her hiding, giving us a nice photo shoot!



The entire episode lasted about half an hour, and after giving us this confident look, she went deeper into the forest, out of our sight within minutes.

PS : The brightness of the photos is intentionally not increased much, to preserve the original experience.

Episode Two:

It was Day 2, around 6:30 am. Early in the morning, at first we were greeted by a beautiful peacock dance! However, we didn't spend much time there and were on our way ahead, when we saw something very interesting - a sloth bear, out in an open field!

It was breakfast time (not us, the bear!) and the bear seemed to be very playful about the whole act of finding and feeding on it's favourite dish - termites! Actually the bear seems to be almost smiling if you observe the partially open mouth!

It was totally unaware of (or atleast showed as if it didn't care about!) our presence, and was just running around, sniffing the ground with it's ultra sensitive nose. As soon as it found something interesting it stopped and bent down to feed. Within seconds it would again continue with the running around; we took it as a dance put up for us!


We all took plenty of photos, did some video shooting, and then finally left to proceed ahead. Our friend was still in a happy mood, running around on his playground!

Episode Three:

This happened a few hours after episode two, ie around 9.30 am. While passing another common tiger-sighting spot, we heard successive calls of Sambars. There wasn't any visible prey, but sure enough a tiger was close by.

This was the longest we had to wait to see a tiger; for almost an hour we were just sitting quietly in our jeep, listening to the alert calls and anticipating where the tiger would emerge from. There was a waterhole and for sure it would come out and drink at it, the question was only 'when?'! Sometime in between the forest department's tanker came by to refill the waterhole (there are many artificial waterholes by the roadside that are filled regularly in the summer to provide water to the animals and birds in the scorching heat) and this created additional disturbance. It meant the tiger would only take longer to come out in the open.

The patience paid off; he finally came out to drink and cool himself! Notice the round face and frill around the face, indicating a male.

However, there was a series of quite understandable thoughts in his mind, which were as follows. As soon as he came out, he saw jeeps full of people at a distance, waiting and climbing on seats to have a better look. As he approached the waterhole, he started shying away.

We were all sulking, about how a great opportunity was lost. But this was not to be the case. As he neared the forest line, he changed his mind again! He turned towards the waterhole, and gave us that same confident look!

(The above photo is different from the first photo in this episode! The intentions are the same though - it's clear who's the boss here!)

The adult male finally came to the waterhole to have a dip and sip.

He settled in, and quickly gave a few poses, before he felt uncomfortable (maybe due to so much human presence) and left the open waterhole to return to his forest.


The whole event unfolded before our eyes in less than a minute flat! A friend had taken a video clip, which actually has continuous clicks - clicks of my cam's shutter going off; I took close to 30 photos within that minute! 18 of the best are finally retained, and are there in the complete album.

Episode Four:

This is a very small episode, bringing out the livelihood or rather dynamism of the smaller world. Just after the tiger from the above episode left the scene, our attention was drawn to some movement on the ground, very close to our jeep. A chameleon was posing proudly!

The chameleon then went for a quick bite. Its prey seemed to be fighting for life, but was no match to the sheer strength of this reptile!



As expected, this entire action took place within a minute, but we were lucky enough to be very close to it to see it from start to finish!

चार ओळी (४)...

रंगं सावरलेस हरकत नाही...
चित्र रंगवलेस कधी, विसरू नकोस...
वाट सोडलीस हरकत नाही...
वाट पाहतं कोणी, विसरू नकोस!

-अभि

चार ओळी (३)...

ऐकत रहावेसे वाटे जेव्हा...
बोलतेस सारे जपून-जपून...
चिंब भिजावेसे वाटे तेव्हा...
पाऊसही पडतो मोजून-मापून!

-अभि

Trek to Torna

Few days back, an email initiated by greysith was doing the rounds of inboxes of almost all active members of the college astronomy club. The content was simple - proposal for a trek; one day return / overnight, depending upon the crowd. As an avid trekker in the Sahyadris we had falconer, who suggested "Torna". He has himself been there 3-4 times (maybe even more!) and I had been there a couple of times (not very significant since he easily outranks me as a trekker!)
After much addition / subtraction to the list of people, we were finally down to seven guys, and had five bikes amongst us. Also, due to the widely accepted 'girl-girl affinity' which is very high in such situations (I'd call it "girls of any feather flock together!") all the girls from our group eventually chickened out! (alternate debated variations to this - 1)girls' version : nothing like that, we just had our own individual bindings... 2)enthu's version : abba, 'coz of your foot-in-mouth disease all girls are out! lol... 3)greysith's version : (nodding to enthu in approval) ya! lol...)

So, as per plan we all met early morning in our college. By early I mean 6.30 am, +/- everyone's deviation, ranging from falconer's '-10 mins' to...well, not-to-mention's '+30 mins'! The five of us with bikes (greysith, falconer, moiyyad, nikkit and I) were to roll off from college together, and pick up the two pillions (enthu and vrd) on our way out of the city.

Primary destination : One Mr. Lole's farm, in a village called 'Nasrapur' (where we usually hold star parties for college students and general public).
Distance : 50 km from college.
Secondary destination : A village called 'Velhe', which is at the base of the hill atop which is built the prestigious fort Torna.
Distance : 20 km from the farm.

The ride to Nasrapur was simply amazing, mostly on the Mumbai-Bangalore Highway, NH4 and partly on a small diversion off it. The cavalry consisted of an Appache (greysith riding, enthu pillion), a Gladiator (falconer ridding, vrd pillion initially), a Flame I think (nikkit riding, vrd pillion later on), a Passion / Splendor (moiyyad riding) and a Bullet (my machine). After reaching the farm and one glass of sweet tea down, we started for Velhe. We left greysith's bike at the farm for lack of fuel (he hopped on as my pillion and enthu shifted to another bike). The road to Velhe was a beautiful, torturous country road, with occasional bullock carts and villagers carrying haystacks, to add to the effect! Finally after reaching Velhe we parked our bikes at Mr. Lole's contact's place. Our trek began.

With falconer leading the way and me sticking near the tail end, we all trekked up the very same hill that the great Maratha warriors once climbed. After two hours of climbing, with few halts in between and around two-three litres of water down everyone's stomach, we reached the top. Snacks and lunch was finished with delight after a big appetite! Later on few settled for a nap and the rest went on to explore the fort. After an hour or so we were also up on our feet, wandering around, clicking photos and taking in the nice breeze. Some of the photos I clicked, including two stitched panoramas (each one of 3-4 photos) which I found worth keeping after processing, are pasted below.

Panorama 1

Panorama 2

Fortification facing ridge going to Rajgad (Budhla Machi I guess)

Behind, from left : vrd, greysith, moiyyad
In front, from left : falconer, me, enthu, nikkit

Someone who posed for us, but flew off by the time I could change lens and get a better photo!

Earlier, right after lunch we had realised that we were almost out of water and would have to fill up our bottles somewhere on the fort. There was a small tank of water, not surprisingly the home of tadpoles and their friends, and if that wasn't enough, appearing green because of the thick algae at the base of the tank. Greysith and I proudly filtered around six bottles of water using nothing but a hanky! The water was free from major suspended particles, and didn't taste so much bad either! This would be my second time of filtering and drinking "green water" atop a fort (proudly again!).

Photos clicked, bottles filled up and with a sense of accomplishment, we all started our way down. Just as we were exiting one of the gates of the fort, enthu started a 'ghoshana' and falconer and I strengthened it, with everyone joining in chorus, to let the Sahyadris know that the great Maratha warrior Shivaji Bhosle shall always be remembered for generations to come.
Maharaj, Praudh pratap purandar,
Kshatriya kulavatauns, Gobrahman pratipalak,
Sihasanadhishwar, Maharajadhiraj,
Chatrapati Shri Shivaji Maharaj ki... Jai!
Jai Bhavani! Jai Shivaji!
Jai Shivaji! Jai Bhavani!
Hara-hara Mahadev!

We traced our path back and were at the base in just over an hour. Riding back was equally fun, but almost all were now tired and hungry! On our way back, after a while, greysith and I swapped seats and he tried the Bullet. We swapped again after sometime and finally reached the farm. We were welcomed with tea and 'jambhul' which I must say were refreshing! Our host made us feel comfortable on his farm on a mat with blankets. At around 9 pm we sat for dinner- a very typical yet delicious dinner of 'pithla-bhakri' along with potato gravy and rice. Soon after, we were in bed, chit-chatting and later falling asleep under the sky. We had originally thought we would get to see a brilliantly starlit sky and possibly also do a bit of astrophotography, but the clouds had something else in mind. It was so overcast that we could barely see a few constellations and even all the stars of any single one! Greysith did try to photograph something despite the odds, but I'm not sure what he managed to get. In all, it was a great trek, and a great trip with friends. We got up in the morning, and again after a glass of tea (not so sweet this time; we had requested that after the first tea itself!) hit the road to head back home.

This time, however, every kilometer of NH4 flooded my mind with memories... memories of my bus journey from B'lore to Pune, on the last day of the last year that went by... memories best left out of this post..

Street Photography...

Streaks - 1

Streaks - 2

Streaks - 3

Blurred reality...

Some very fine expressions...

Face of rural India...

Earning bread and butter...

Why do girls need all this??!!

Really girls, do you need all of this??!!

Last evening Falconer and I decided to go out for some street photography. I had always been wanting to photograph random photos of scenes on the street, and portraits of people. Also I had been very attracted of taking one particular night photo, of "streaks" of vehicle lights, at low shutter speeds. Falconer had a great suggestion - to take this very photo around a busy intersection in the city, which also has a brilliant statue of Sambhaji Maharaj, the great Maratha Ruler. This is what I ended up capturing; through my proud possession, Canon 350D, with an 18-55 mm lens on.
The streaks were taken on a 10 sec exposure.

चार ओळी (२)...

लय श्वासाची किंचित वाढते...
डोळे भरून येतात हळूवार...
स्पर्श तुझा मग छेडून जातो...
पण मिठीत फक्त वारा उरतो!

-अभि

चार ओळी (१)...

आठवणी या अशाच असतात...
सुंदर स्वप्नापरी एखाद्या...
क्षणात मन हे बिलगून जाते...
आठवणीच होत्या, हे नंतर स्मरते!

-अभि

A Cold Shower...

Tired mind...
Body pushing...
An ache within...
Feelings numb...

Gloomy air...
Sun up high...
Mercury soaring...
The passion neigh...

Summer afternoon...
Mind racing...
Thoughts in overdrive...
Nothing to soothe...

Ah there it is...
But one haven...
Now I smile...
A cold noon shower...

Hit the tap...
Energy gushing...
Shooting pulse...
Body flinching...

Eyes shut...
Ever so tight...
Flashing memories...
Lights so bright...

Don't want it to stop...
Fears washing away...
Palms now open...
Pain taken away...

I've let it all go...
Curtains raised...
Off burning eyes...
They're cold now...

Now I stand...
In the cold shower...
Cleansing soul...
Rejuvenating...

Blood pumping...
Breath so loud...
A cold noon shower...
Intoxicating... Euphoric...

-abhi

खेळ नियतीचे...

अंतरे देखिल थकली आता...
नजर देखिल वळली आता...
खंत कुठेतरी मनात फक्त...
बाकी मन देखिल कोरं आता!

गाव सोडताना मात्र उद्या...
घे बरोबर नक्की सारे...
वस्तू नको अजून आता...
आठवणीच तेवढ्या पुरे!

काळ कधीच थांबत नाही...
वाट कुठलीच सांगत नाही...
भाव कितीही मनात दडले...
खेळ नियतीचे कुणास टळले!

-अभि

माझाच मी...

ढग मिटून आलेले पाहतो मी...
त्यातील छेदणारा किरण दिसतो तो त्याला!

दिवसानंतरची रात्र पाहतो मी...
पहाटेचा सूर्योदय दिसतो तो त्याला!

पश्चिमेवर हरवलेले रंग शोधतो मी...
माझ्यातून हरवलेला मी दिसतो तो त्याला!

शेवटी हसतो मन सावरून मी...
आता रडू येतं ते फक्त त्याला!

-अभि

Acceptance...

Though a widely and commonly felt emotion like many others, grief is one of the most difficult ones to comprehend. It is the fundamental functioning of the mind which affects the thought of analysing its very state. After all, grief, as we all have experienced some or the other time, is a state of the mind. This is contrary to any literary or figurative implication that emotions arise in the heart.

When we experience any deep emotion, our body undergoes a deviation of behaviour from the normal stable state. This deviation can manifest in several ways, most noticeably as increased heart rate and rapid breathing, while more subtly as reduced white blood cell count, increased brain activity, dilation or constriction of the pupils etc. It is quite possible that the increase in heart rate being the most noticeable effect, people have associated emotions with the heart, since the beginning of civilisation.

Coming back to grief (although not such a pleasant returning!), there is something very unusual, although special about this emotion. Grief, or emotional pain, in the extreme of cases, is encountered or perceived in stages. Probably the most well known of these is from the Kubler-Ross model, which identifies five discrete stages of grief.
These stages are:
Denial (This can't be true, it can't happen...)
Anger (Why me, what have I done to deserve...)
Bargaining (I'll never behave such and such if only this time things change...)
Depression (To hell with it, I don't care; life sucks...)
Acceptance (What has happened has happened, I have to move on...)

Not everyone passes through these in the same order, and not everyone may experience all of these either. But if we try and recollect our experience of grief (again not such a pleasant thing to do!), not surprisingly, it fits quite well. The important thing is that the sooner we try to reach the last stage, the better we can handle the experience. It's useless, practically speaking, to remain in any stage before this. Then again, since when were emotions practical, ever?!

When in a state of depression, it usually helps to talk; to talk with someone we can confide in; to talk with someone we know cares. There's a downside to this, although few may admit it; that it makes us even more vulnerable. It makes us vulnerable in the sense we have lost our footing. We are no longer the secure and firm individual, but rather a cripple with an "outside" support. When the feeling is within us, we may choose to deny it, to hide it, to try and cope with it. When the feeling is expressed, it means we have lost the ability to deal with it, to accept it.

However, in times of turmoil, no single logic seems logical enough. It is then that we must remember, as an axiom, that the only way to deal with grief, to have the capacity to deal with grief, is to move on; move on towards acceptance..

अजूनही...

कळी गोंजारली, फूल गोंजारले,
कळी विना फूल कुठे गं...
फूल उमलून मिटले तरीही,
गंध त्यातील मनात गं...

पाऊस येतो, पावसाळा मात्र,
पुर्विसारखा नाही गं...
पाऊस केव्हाच गेला तरीही,
डोळे अजुनही ओले गं...

चुकवत वाटा काढतो वाटा,
वाटा तेथे स्थळं गं...
स्थळांच्या वाटा पुसल्या तरीही,
आठवणी मात्र तशाच गं...

पालवी फुटे, तिला देखिल,
तीव्र उन्हाचे शाप गं...
दिवस संपला आता तरीही,
वणवा मात्र तसाच गं...

बसलो आता एकांती मी,
कुणास ठाऊक नाही गं...
दिवसामागून दिवस सरतो,
रात्र अजूनही तशीच गं...

निराशेतही आशा तू मला,
लपवून, लपवली नाही गं...
काळ्या भोर सागराला देखिल,
किनारे धूसर चोहीकडे गं...

-अभि

Walk on..

Walk on; the path untreaded..
Walk on; each turn is new..
Walk on; times are few..
Walk on.. yes I walk on..

Warm sunrise, far in the distance..
New hope, a new beginning..
Someone along, my heart is singing..
Walk on.. yes we walk on..

The sun is high, the air still..
I'm sure not, where we go..
I want you close, she's sure though..
Walk on.. still we walk on..

Clouds gather, the air is moist..
I've lost faith, turned away now..
Here I and there she, away we stand now..
Walk on.. she does walk on..

The sun is down, skies are wailing..
Here I stand, still, she's far now..
Drops falling hard, they're not same now..
Walk on.. I say in vain..

The night is dark, silence eerie..
The skies tired, now it's me..
Running I've come, forgive me thee..
To Him I pray, forgive me Thee..

I see the dark, I feel the frost..
Though path is lost, I know you can hear..
Take me along, don't leave me here..
Walk on.. together walk on..

Warm sunrise, been waiting long..
Still same hope, the same beginning..
Come along, my heart is bleeding..
By me walk on.. oh please walk on..

-abhi