October 21st, 2010

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PujO, KOlkAthA, 2010

I got to see these beautiful images of pujO at Kolkata this year:


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Don't forget to send Prashant an email, appreciating his photographs!

All of it...the images, the pandals (shamiyanas), is destroyed at the end of the 10-day festival.

A wonderful experience to have grown up in Kolkata....of course the pandals then were not so creative or sophisticated, but they were astounding, nonetheless!
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The Great Cormorant

One of the birds we saw on the backwater boat trip on the Kabini backwaters is the

GREAT CORMORANT

Here's one bird, sitting in the evening sunlight:

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As our boat neared, it took to the air:


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And later, we were privileged to see a nest, in which the nestling was insistently asking food of the mother:


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Here's the video I took:





The wiki may use words like "ungainly"...but to me, the Cormorant is a beautiful bird, adapted well to its water-based life.
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Birth...and death....

I came back from Kabini and learnt that my friends had a baby girl...and this morning, two neighbours of mine (two brothers who occupy flats on the same floor) had to decide that their ailing father, who was past 85, was now solely dependent on life support, that his life was not worth prolonging, and had to decide to "pull the plug".

Life and death have been on my mind all day. Amorphous thoughts, that are not very articulate; I suspect that the slightly negative tenor of the thoughts are also due to the physical pain that I'm experiencing, as a result of a minor mishap at Kabini.

Does life have a reason or a purpose, or is life a purpose in itself? What awaits us beyond...is it a nothingness, or is there a cycle of births? Curiosity, as much as philosophical thought, consumes me. Both birth and death are such miracles....

What a pity that when I find out for myself, I will not be able to come back and blog about it! The thought makes me laugh, and dispels both the melancholy of my musing, and the pain of the injury.