Mesmerising Maharashtra and the west coast

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If you haven’t already seen enough pictures capturing the scenic beauty in India, here are some more for you to feast your eyes on. Joel Xavier is an avid photographer and loves to ride his bike. He graduated from IIM Ahemedabad and instead of pursuing a busy corporate career he went back to mentoring students at business schools. He is currently working as a Student affairs and Placement manager at IIM Udaipur. He has agreed to share some pictures from his bike rides in maharashtra and along the west coast in route to Goa with us today. Here’s what Joel had to say about his journey:

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. – H. D. Thoreau
If You feel that the journey holds more than the destination itself; that there is a way to do everything but you would rather do it your way, welcome home. People who snatch life out of time to go off the beaten track and do things their own way, who live life to the fullest because “they wish to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if they can not learn what it had to teach, and not, when they came to die, discover that they had not lived”. I am, obviously, inspired by Thoreau.
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The journey held far more charm than the destination. Not that destinations were undeserving, but to see and do the usual thing was just not me. If you are shaking your head in agreement, you will probably understand me better.
Thanks Joel for the lovely photo-feature!
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A moment in day

I love looking at pictures again and again – they freeze a moment in time and when I look at the picture that moment becomes alive in my memory again. My mother and my mother-in-law both are the keepers of family photographs. My mom even had a system figured out . The big family album only had choicest of pictures in it – pictures from school functions, sports or academic achievements, times when we kids were behaving at our best…… and there was one shoe box full of all other photographs and very few people ever got to see it.That was the problem with clicking the pictures with film that we had to be very choosy about the pictures we clicked and we had to wait till the roll was over and developed. Our first order of business while visiting our cousins was to check out the new additions to family albums.

Digital photography and Social media has changed all that. Pictures are clicked and immediately available for review, only the good ones are posted online – sometimes with one line captions and sometimes with some faces tagged in them. There is no cousin explaining the story behind the picture, No mother bringing out the album specially for you, no shoe box full of funny moments. Those pictures are available online – not shared with someone specific. You can guess I am getting a bit nostalgic. I miss the whole idea of capturing and looking at photographs as a collective activity. I still love sharing photographs with friends and family and If you seem interested I will go ahead and tell you the whole story.

When my daughter was born, I determined to click at least one photo each day, to track her growth and capture her emotions & expressions. I haven’t checked but I am sure I must have clicked 10 times as many pictures. I realized I haven’t been clicking as many pictures of late so I today started my day with clicking a picture of hers.

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The natural light in the room was enough to capture her expression. Then I decided to take my camera outside and capture the first few signs of spring. For some reason this spring has really captivated my heart.

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Some crocaus have sprung up and some have blooms too.

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Some leaves have started to bud on the trees and vines outside.

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Life anew and life again is springing
Bees n birds are all ’round me singing
Tiny bud is gently raising its tiny tiny head

Somedays ago it was so lifeless
My little garden stuck in stillness
dead of winter all appeared really really dead

I took a stroll in old memory grove
games we played & dreams we wove
My today was shaped by my yesterday

Spring-winter-spring life goes around
Under the sun and over the ground
Life’s little truths are revealed everyday

A tree grows big from a tiny seed
Life grows big with each tiny deed
Maker’s finger prints are seen all around

Look the Old is in the new revealed
See the New is in the old concealed
Take a closer look and truth can be found

Phir Milenge!!