could you believe that??

 

huh?

huh?

the only problem with kittens is that they eventually grow into cats.

On their first birthday, I reminisce about  the cute and cuddly, little kittens that my two cats- Misha and Pasha were. Now, they're probably teenagers in their own way and would be thoroughly embarrassed to have these pictures of them displayed to all and sundry. But there're not going to know, are they? It's one of the few liberties I take as their chief petter; they don't let me have very many...

And here's what they look like now:

Oh well. 

the week cat-wise

 

Hobbes was in a contemplative mood.

Sony(R) had a fit of motherliness and smothered Juno(L) incessantly for two days.

We watched the Graham Norton Show with Misha.

 

I did some doodling in my English textbook.

 

And a whole lot of studies.

I am bored. Sure, I have things to do, but getting started seems to be a bit of a problem. Okay, quite a big problem. There's a quote that says, "There's no pleasure in having nothing to do; the fun is having lots to do and not doing it." If I remembered correctly, this was said by a lady named Mary Little. But I wasn't certain. So I Googled it and found four different links. Each one had the same quote under a different name. (And none of them was Mary Little.) Such is the brilliance of that one truth, everyone wants to claim they said it. Perhaps I should claim I said that. Who would know? Or maybe, it's just that great minds think alike. Or was it fools seldom differ? Maybe all great minds are fools. .

I was just listening to a song titled Somewhere Only We Know. I first heard it in an advertisement for a TV show about the earth on BBC. It took a while to figure the lyrics of the song from the ad; even so, it had a lovely feel to it. And once discovered, I loved it! The lyrics are really nice, so is the track. "This could be the end of everything, so why don't we go, somewhere only we know" a beautiful song. Very few songs today mean anything and it's so refreshing to find one that does. While writing this, I've already heard it five times and it's steadily becoming a favourite. Listen to it- you can't not love it.

Somewhere Only We Know (with lyrics)

Really, why don't we go, somewhere only we know?

Ah dreaminess...

Oh to be sitting under a large tree. Its many intricate branches reaching out into the sky; its foliage throwing shade for feet all around it. No people around, just the gentle hum of insects in the bushes and the melodious chirping of birds in the trees. A nice book and pleasant weather. Gentle breeze lifting up you hair. Short, soft grass carpeting the ground, tickling your legs as it sways to and fro in the wind. The fragrance from the flowers wafting over to you, tantalising your every sense. Cloudless, blue expanses of sky. The warm sun beating down on your face, working with the wind, making you drift into a sound sleep. What sweet dreams one would dream. Nature sure is addictive, and I'm addicted.

Miscellaneous

gorgeous, large kites spiraling the buildings always.

a babbler walking around, pecking at the ground for seeds or twigs.

a very gentle, shy dog who my sister christened 'Ochrey' because of his colour. 

a drongo photogenically perched on a beautiful, bare tree.

Furry-tailed treats

There were squirrels all over the campus. Every tree had them scurrying up and down and branch to branch. And quite often, they were in groups. They are so fast! They nearly always photograph out of focus. You need a fast shutter speed to catch them in action. 

Flowers

What I found fascinating about these flowers is that they were all on the same bush. All at a different stage of blooming. Some just opening up, some greening, some starting to get colour, some fully mature and some ready to wither. Each one was so beautiful. I wonder if these photos do them justice.

Trees on campus

Arches of IIMA

IIMA Campus

I had the opportunity of visiting the gorgeous IIMA campus, just around the close of last year since I accompanied my father, who went there for his 25 year reunion. What strikes you immediately is the curiously different and evolved architecture of the place. Complete brick buildings, no beams, no poles, no grills. Vast open spaces, beautiful arches and cut outs, angular stairways and grey scale paradise.