She is the wife of Brahma and considered as the patron of arts, music and letters. As often in Indian mythology, She is also associated with the river of the same name which once flowed through modern Haryana of North India and is mentioned repeatedly in Vedic literature. The river is now non-existent of thought of as flowing invisibly. It is said to meets the two other great rivers Ganges and Yamuna at Prayag or Allahabad also called Sangam. But scientific evidence so far indicates that its path was from Shivalik hills through modern day Haryana and from here instead… Read More »Devi Saraswati
November 17, 2020
This is the picture of a local train at Victoria Terminus of Mumbai. These trains are the lifeline of the city bringing to and fro thousands of employees to the offices from suburbs homes. It is impossible to imagine life without these trains in this Mega city. The scene around this train is a rarity. Actually i took this picture on 26 January which is a national holiday in India and there was very less traffic on this day. These are electric trains and each train has about 700 to 900 seats. But at the peak hours there must be… Read More »Mumbai Local
“Thou shalt make the tabernacle with ten curtains of twisted linen, and blue and purple and scarlet…(Exodus 26:1)” These lines from Holy book “Bible” show the humans obsession for colors. Humans have been always been fascinated with color. The competitors of our forefather “homo sapiens”, prepared their dead for burial by coating their bodies with red ochre, which is actually Ferric oxide. After them, Cro-Magnon made cave paintings using for colors yellow and red iron oxides, black manganese dioxide and white clays. These are natural materials available as rocks and salts for tens of thousands of years. This continued until… Read More »Fascination to Color their World
I still find myself floundering. Still not settled at new place. So little time is left. Due to this my literary urge has been suppressed these days. This is the reason, I have not written anything worthwhile since many days. What to write? is the question. My mind seems to have run out of ideas and observations. I feel that everything around us is a mirage, it is not reality, it is Maya. Those whom you thought were close to you have been found wanting. What is the reality nobody knows. I feel that we are caught is the web… Read More »What to Write?
Every object here looks dull and drab. Dust seems to be creeping everywhere stealthily, slowly and steadily enveloping every object with layers. It sits on leaves of trees where it becomes so thick that it begins to drizzle when leaves are shaken by the wind. It crosses the windows of houses and sits on chairs, tables, clothes and utensils.There is no escape from it. It is all pervading like God almighty. It has flown above the soil surface and hangs day and night in the sky. It hangs above the surface along with the fog in the morning. Winds cannot… Read More »My Mind Still Yearns