SYMBIOTIC LIVING..

SYMBIOTIC LIVING...

SYMBIOSIS.... living always in proximity with some shrine tuned me to the temple bells and the metallic loud-speaker Bhajans.. sleepless early mornings before the arrival of the care taker of the temple was peace ; simply because only nature's music could be heard.. all these moorings made a volte-face when destiny pulled me for the second time to a place where snakes twine around like twigs , where dogs like doberman are way farers and birds are none other than Peacocks .. the chirping musical notes were displaced by "the devil's voice of the peacocks having angelic feathers and the walk of a thief ".. thus, remembrances of decades of reverberating chimes from the temple bells perished and coalesced in the infernal voice of he big birds in the wee hours of the day ..

living always in proximity with some shrine tuned me to the temple bells and the metallic loud-speaker Bhajans..
sleepless early mornings before the arrival of the care taker of the temple was peace ; simply because only nature's music could be heard..
all these moorings made a volte-face when destiny pulled me for the second time to a place where snakes twine around like twigs , where dogs like doberman are way farers and birds are none other than Peacocks ..
the chirping musical notes were displaced by "the devil's voice of the peacocks having angelic feathers and the walk of a thief "..
thus, remembrances of decades of reverberating chimes from the temple bells perished and coalesced in the infernal voice of he big birds in the wee hours of the day ..

Through..

.. colorless entities are they.. Like the black holes they consume all beings.. the beauty of the blacks and whites always gives us hope.. but , is it not like Pandora"s ...

Somewhere in the Western Ghats..

..and from somewhere in the Western Ghats..

If it concerned only you , one might say "What of it ?".. Bu this sadness, this despair , which comes from your mother ,who got it from her mother, who inherited it from your great -grand mother , this mountain of sorrow which has been building up from one generation to the next, since the beginning of time....."" - Frederick Leboyer

an evening in Kovalam may refresh or..

dawn and dusk : both possess one character in common..

there it is not always the sea of "blues"..

 Sweet corns are rarely sweet..

old sea and new men..

but, "TheSun Also Rises"..

Reflections..

Even in placid waters , reflections revealed to me that
there are White, Dark spots engraved into my psyche..
Dawn and Dusk always creeped into me as harbingers of the inevitables..

 

A reflction upon simple living in natural surroundings..inspired by Henry David Thoreau's " Walden " .. this is Ahalia Campus in Palakkad , Kerala , India.

A few years back this place was a barren land..

Now a haven for migratory birds .

Festivities adorn the mood .. 

Though life is fast here,,,

this place is serene..

Untrodden are many places,,,

Palms are a culture here..   

Herbs are a habit here..

Pedalling is not a luxury ..

Sun also rises..

Ahalia Hertage Village Painter's Camp..

Parayi Petta Pathiru kulam By Artist Krishna Kumar

Ayurveda By Artist Latha Devi

Chilappathikaaram By Artist Manikandan

Trade By Artist Mathai

Village Games By Dr Sandra Pradeep

Agriculture By Artist SunilVallarpaadam

Traditional teaching By Paiter Asaanthan

Painter Bahuleyan

Traditional Agriculture By Painter Bahuleyan

This was what Artist Dhara Mehrotra visualised in our Campus

Wind in Palakkad By Artist Kaajal Charangaat

Music By Artist Nandan

Monsoon By Artist Nimmi

Ahalia Heritage Village Painter's Camp..from 06-10-2011 to 12-10-2011

Artist Namboodiri Inaugurated the Ahalia Heritage Village Artist's Camp on Vijaya Dasami Day -6th of Oct 2011- at 10am in the Heritage Campus..

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