In another era, when I used to maintain something of a weblog, I’ve had a tendency to write, disappear and then write a quintessential “I’m back, folks” post, mostly mentioning an emphatic return from a dreaded writer’s block, while of course, laziness was to blame.(Of course I was never much of a writer, so it was never a writer’s block to begin with)
Every new year (bah! resolutions, right?) had at least one resolution related to writing every day, something which every night ends up as a choice between taking the time to draft-review-publish something vs. an ever distracting urge to be online (which mostly ends up as switching between various browser tabs doing nothing).
Some 65 days into the year, it looked like universe was determined to create the perfect setup to get me started. Some power outage, meaning no Internet for an hour or so, meaning no facebook, twitter, google+ or email. Equipped with an old text editor that promised to keep editing distraction free, I finally managed to write something beyond the 140 characters and hit the publish button.
A bride shows off her beautiful mehendi on the eve of her Big Day.
Who are you when it is all done? Risky business of you = your work.
Another morning at the fish market. I've photographed markets all over the world for nearly two decades. This trip is supposed to be different.
Sunrise at Hesaragatta Lake, Bangalore. A lake which had almost gone bone dry used to be a source of water for Bangalore.
Here I am trying to build a startup. Not sure if this is what I am or what I want to do.
Waiting... for a train
BBQ my soul!
BeaglesLoft opening party!