The Sahyadri Burger

My  blog and FB friend Bhavesh Chhatbar, has dislayed some amazing captures of the beauty of the Sahyadris, in the Bhor area of the Western Ghats. An original  State highway ,  since then replaced by a fancy characterless expressway, passes undulating through these ghats.

Please read his entire post and photos  at his blog, here.

These are photo paintings by the the artist photographer. 

To a proletarian  hungry  person like me , the second  photo perhaps brings back some memories.......  McD, Eat your heart out !. 

The Sahyadri burger
grilled under the Deccan Sun
served on a bed of
rich green forest,
on an
alluvial bun
rich with the seeds of
mango
jamun
karvanda,
pomegranate
and sunflower.

A side serving
of sun fried bitumen highways,
and mountain paths,
a few fresh vegetable fields,
and a glass of ice cold water falls
that have
just tasted the
monsoon thunder.

And unlike McD,
so many
folks,
monkeys,
birds,
bears,
langurs,
together share in its delight,
saying
"We are loving it !"....

The Gushing Life Moment

My FB and blogfriend, travel writer, trekker, photographer Nisha Jha , recently visited Phillipines , and posted this wonderful visual on her visit  to the Magdapio Waterfalls, where apparently Francis Coppola shot the movie Apocalypse now.......

I've always remembered what we learned in school about mountain springs, how they are formed, and origin of rivers.  There was something about the gushing speed of this waterfall, captured so well, that brought a virtual story to mind.

 

She of the mountains
born
in the melting moments
of snow,
in a slow flow
towards the plains
with her assorted children
streaming around
jumping across boulders
and sneaking around some roots.

And she pines
for the one
truant,
speedy child that got away
into the rocks at birth,
lost in the crevices,
but traveling by intuition,
moving where life takes him;
sometimes
tantalizingly close to the top,
sometimes
within hearing distance of the mom,
but mostly,
eroding rocks,
and pushing its way
in an effort
to see the light.

A pleasant mid-day sun,
and she flows,
as usual,
with the kids,
watching some folks on the banks,
and sees them click.

A glance
and the sunlight sparkles
on her face,
wreathed in waves
of unbridled delight.

It's the truant,
speedy child,
having found a spring opening,
cascading down
to meet his Mom,
gushing down at high speed
amidst huge sprays
in the biggest F1 Race
of his life.