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2023 - The Year That Was

Places impact you for a variety of reasons. And the same place impacts different people in different ways. This is especially true when it comes to spiritual experiences, where every single person’s experience is unique. And personally, every spiritual experience is unique, the same person can have different deeply spiritual experiences at different places, at different times. This thought has emerged because of my own experiences over the years, but especially so this year, with different and unique experiences at various places I have visited recently. I began this year with a visit to Baroda (Vadodara) with friends. It was meant to be a relaxed trip, a touristy trip, with our sons. We enjoyed ourselves to the hilt, but the highlight of that trip was a visit to the Lakulisha temple at Pavagadh. It was the iconography of the temple that I connected with, and I spent a few hours simply lost in the details of the figures carved around the temple. There was an indefinable connect with

Garden Lizards

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!!

Comments

  1. Lovely creature well photographed !

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    1. yeeks indeed Ashwini, but not when seen thru the lens !!!

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  3. 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...."

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    1. That was wonderful, Suranga!!!! Am adding it to the post...

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  4. http://kavitalihi.blogspot.in/2012/05/slithering-lives.html

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    1. Thanks for the link, Suranga. have added the link to the post too, and commented aso :D

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  5. The 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. :)

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    1. Samhith 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!!

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  6. Nice clicks. Anu, don't you feel scared to get near to them? :)

    I 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. :-)

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    1. 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!

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  7. Awesome captures Anu.

    www.rajniranjandas.blogspot.com

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