Sultans of Swing: Eyes on the ball on the down swing. The ball has a nce DRAW in flight.
Originally uploaded by Captain Nandu Chitnis, BikeNomads
2008/05/30
Sultans of Swing: Eyes on the ball on the down swing. The ball has a nce DRAW in flight.
Sultans of Swing: Eyes on the ball on the down swing. The ball has a nce DRAW in flight.
Originally uploaded by Captain Nandu Chitnis, BikeNomads
2008/05/23
Ohhhh .......Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q Baby I love you
Suzie Q
I like the way you ride
I like the way you talk
I like the way you ride I like the way you talk
Suzie Q
Oh say that youll be true
Oh say that youll be true
Oh say that youll be true and never leave me blue
Suzie Q
Oh say that youll be mine
Oh say that youll be mine
Oh say that youll be mine Baby all the time
Suzie Q
Oh, Suzie Q
Oh, Suzie Q
Oh, Suzie Q, Baby, I love you
Suzie Q
I like the way you ride
I like the way you talk
I like the way you ride, I like the way you talk
Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q Baby I love you
Suzie Q
I like the way you ride
I like the way you talk
I like the way you ride I like the way you talk
Suzie Q
Oh say that youll be true
Oh say that youll be true
Oh say that youll be true and never leave me blue
Suzie Q
Oh say that youll be mine
Oh say that youll be mine
Oh say that youll be mine Baby all the time
Suzie Q
Oh, Suzie Q
Oh, Suzie Q
Oh, Suzie Q, Baby, I love you
Suzie Q
I like the way you ride
I like the way you talk
I like the way you ride, I like the way you talk
Suzie Q
2008/05/21
SHE IS A KIND OF MAGIC
One dream, one soul, one prized goal. A golden chance has come her way.
She thought this was going to be her finest moment in her young life.
To take that Golden Step forward to Happiness.
I did that, and never regretted that STEP……now tis NOT BOUT me…but HER.
but yes…it is connected…strange are they ways of contradictions…
Oh yes, this was her finest moment. Elegantly dressed for the occasion, she picked up
a Crystal Glass filled with the finest bubbling wine. She thought
This was her Magical Moment.
She sipped from the crystal …
And the Crystal glass dropped.
In a flash, her life laid shattered into a thousand pieces, in most unexpected ways.
My Take
Well I have traveled the World and the Seven Seas
Everyone is looking for something……
I know what Sweet Dreams are made of….Illusions …Mirages
Read On: Her Story
She bends down, tears flowing torrentially down her chiseled, Goddess like face. The beautiful make up, melts. It is now Mud on her face, a big Disgrace. Inside, the Blood arteries have burst, the flames have begun to burn, engulfing her. She is about to turn to ashes.
She steadies herself, picks up the thousand shattered pieces and painstakingly begins to join them bit by bit. It takes a few years, sleepless nights, the tides of the Ocean turn against her, despite her best efforts…her Gods, have they deserted her? They well may have, but her FAITH NEVER WAIVERS. Yes there is confusion and anger…
But time waits for no one…she knows that.
Lord, she just Kept The Faith in You…….
My Take
I laugh….Lord, Faith, God, Power, I laugh, anger welling inside me..….
Where was YOUR GOD when He drained you, took your dignity away… Forgive me…I do not buy that…Man Created God….Go take a Walk…..It is so easy for me to laugh…after all, I did NOT start The Fire. It was always burning…
Pessimism is my forte.
It is SHE not ME that suffers…..Tis the age of DESTRUCTION…..Battles can be won not the Wars….just Shock the God damn System, is my way…..Toxins in her mind, the Demons will never go away…..
Tis night, in a lonely room…Everybody needs somebody to love, some one to hold her in strong arms…someone to lean on…
She has No One….she has suffered for her anger,
She is broke, forgive her Lord…….and yet
She Keeps The Faith. HAAAAAAAA….Crazy….
This is DELUSION…tis hard to be strong under these circumstances…
SHE is a Gonner, in the dustbin of unwritten History…just another statistic..Go JUMP ……be done with...You are a nowhere Woman….
Read On: Her Life
It takes a few years, bouts of depression continue to plague her. At night, her pillow is wet with a thousand tears…..
Only this time, these are the tears that will steel her body, mind and soul.
The CRYSTAL GLASS of life is Done…but the Wine has long since drained….
My Take
Some of us want to use her, some of us want to abuse her trust.
“Hold your head up! Hold your head high !” is the echo she hears in the depths of Darkness.
Now why would I lie to you? Tis the way it was...abstract…dark…pessimism, optimism, desperation….the pendulum swings one way to happiness, the other way to depression…that is how I see it.
There is NO HOPE…No one to help her, she has to do that herself…she cant do that…
She is WEAK……
Read On: Her Life
It is a cause to meditate, to Study and to Find the Answers….the Road Ahead, the hidden laws of Chance. She plays the Game, as God in His Wisdom taught her to Play that Game.
The hidden laws of a probable outcome, the dice is loaded…... against her.
Time…time is the healer, Wisdom is the healer, Faith heals, the power of the Inner Game heals…..the Power Within….it is a complex Matrix that we mortals don’t understand.
And Study she did, and the Battles she won, one at a time…..
Tis a Kind of Magic..Or is it?
My Take
Wasted summers, wasted winters. You can win Battles, you can never win the War.
This attitude of HER simply sucks. I don’t care who rules the world, the Universe…tis my attitude…
Read On: Her Story
She preserves….Her TRUST SKILLS are astonishing. UNSHAKEABLE FAITH in non entity called The Almighty remains undiminished…
!!!!!! And then…The Magic HAPPENED !!!!!!!!
One Dark Night…she walked up the Mountains; it was a wet track…
She slipped down, held on to jagged rocks, bruised her hands and face, was all Blood everywhere. It is mud on her face all over again, her clothes all torn…and yet against all odds, She reached the Apex and stood still...
Then She raised her hands high closed her eyes and looked sky wards beyond the Universe…
Hell fire smoke and burning smoke!
Magically, the Heavens began to thunder, lightning struck through her spine, the Earth began to shake under HER feet.
This Time, this time there were torrential Tears falling, not HER tears, but from the High Heavens. Rains……..
She steeled her body, fists held tight, in a perfect V.
!!! VICTORY!!!!
And through the thundering reverberating skies, she heard a Voice say…..
“ !!! Walk Down…Go Home….You Are Done…!”
She was TRANSFORMED……… forever.….
End of Story
My Take
As I said, it’s a kind of Magic…one Dream, One soul, one goal…
One golden chance……..
Trust me, Can be done…why should I lie to you?
MY TAKE II
Phew…..Lord, whosoever you are, I am Done.
I shut my lap top, shift it away. I have a glass top table in front of me, a Crystal Glass full of the finest wine….
I drink a deep toast to HER VICTORY…
And then:
With all the fury at my disposal, I fling the Crystal against the Glass Top Table, raise my fists in perfect V and smash the God Damn Glass table, destroying it to 100 thousand pieces…
I told you, TIS THE AGE OF DESTRUCTION
My Energies are released…Sanity returns….
I close my eyes…I am at PEACE………
Did I pick up the pieces like SHE did?
No, because long long ago, I had been down that ROAD myself…. A different road..
The only difference, SHE did that her MAGIC fast, I took a lot time longer…..but then I was much much younger…..
It’s A Kind of Magic……her Magic, My Magic…….
OUR Magic…….
We are DONE………….
The doors of TIME have opened
FREEDOM…liberation…..
I told you…..yes you know…now you know
Tis for you to do YOUR kind of Magic…..
Post Script
Who is this WOMAN? Go figure that out yourself, and when you do, let me know.
As for me…I have never met her.But she EXISTS.
Captain Nandu Chitnis
Master Mariner
BikeNomads
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:
In most of my writings and experiential learning I draw heavily from what Inspires Me, be it a book, Music, a person, whatever…but once I am convinced that what I have read or heard or seen, is right for me, I get in the ACTION MODE, without any delays. I DO NOT THINK OR ANALYSE COSTS, RISKS..whatever….I just DO That and kill my Demons…and move on….
Once my inner self speaks to me, THEN NO POWER CAN HOLD ME BACK…That is the Inner Game, that I learned myself…
Lastly…I am A SRONG ATHEIST….I belong to the elite club of Jawahar Lal Nehru, George Bernard Shaw, and my Step Father, Mr Madhukar Ranadive, ex Chairman Bank of Baroda, now dead, who I deeply respect for the man he was. …..and many more…
But I am deeply SPIRITUAL……………………..
One dream, one soul, one prized goal. A golden chance has come her way.
She thought this was going to be her finest moment in her young life.
To take that Golden Step forward to Happiness.
I did that, and never regretted that STEP……now tis NOT BOUT me…but HER.
but yes…it is connected…strange are they ways of contradictions…
Oh yes, this was her finest moment. Elegantly dressed for the occasion, she picked up
a Crystal Glass filled with the finest bubbling wine. She thought
This was her Magical Moment.
She sipped from the crystal …
And the Crystal glass dropped.
In a flash, her life laid shattered into a thousand pieces, in most unexpected ways.
My Take
Well I have traveled the World and the Seven Seas
Everyone is looking for something……
I know what Sweet Dreams are made of….Illusions …Mirages
Read On: Her Story
She bends down, tears flowing torrentially down her chiseled, Goddess like face. The beautiful make up, melts. It is now Mud on her face, a big Disgrace. Inside, the Blood arteries have burst, the flames have begun to burn, engulfing her. She is about to turn to ashes.
She steadies herself, picks up the thousand shattered pieces and painstakingly begins to join them bit by bit. It takes a few years, sleepless nights, the tides of the Ocean turn against her, despite her best efforts…her Gods, have they deserted her? They well may have, but her FAITH NEVER WAIVERS. Yes there is confusion and anger…
But time waits for no one…she knows that.
Lord, she just Kept The Faith in You…….
My Take
I laugh….Lord, Faith, God, Power, I laugh, anger welling inside me..….
Where was YOUR GOD when He drained you, took your dignity away… Forgive me…I do not buy that…Man Created God….Go take a Walk…..It is so easy for me to laugh…after all, I did NOT start The Fire. It was always burning…
Pessimism is my forte.
It is SHE not ME that suffers…..Tis the age of DESTRUCTION…..Battles can be won not the Wars….just Shock the God damn System, is my way…..Toxins in her mind, the Demons will never go away…..
Tis night, in a lonely room…Everybody needs somebody to love, some one to hold her in strong arms…someone to lean on…
She has No One….she has suffered for her anger,
She is broke, forgive her Lord…….and yet
She Keeps The Faith. HAAAAAAAA….Crazy….
This is DELUSION…tis hard to be strong under these circumstances…
SHE is a Gonner, in the dustbin of unwritten History…just another statistic..Go JUMP ……be done with...You are a nowhere Woman….
Read On: Her Life
It takes a few years, bouts of depression continue to plague her. At night, her pillow is wet with a thousand tears…..
Only this time, these are the tears that will steel her body, mind and soul.
The CRYSTAL GLASS of life is Done…but the Wine has long since drained….
My Take
Some of us want to use her, some of us want to abuse her trust.
“Hold your head up! Hold your head high !” is the echo she hears in the depths of Darkness.
Now why would I lie to you? Tis the way it was...abstract…dark…pessimism, optimism, desperation….the pendulum swings one way to happiness, the other way to depression…that is how I see it.
There is NO HOPE…No one to help her, she has to do that herself…she cant do that…
She is WEAK……
Read On: Her Life
It is a cause to meditate, to Study and to Find the Answers….the Road Ahead, the hidden laws of Chance. She plays the Game, as God in His Wisdom taught her to Play that Game.
The hidden laws of a probable outcome, the dice is loaded…... against her.
Time…time is the healer, Wisdom is the healer, Faith heals, the power of the Inner Game heals…..the Power Within….it is a complex Matrix that we mortals don’t understand.
And Study she did, and the Battles she won, one at a time…..
Tis a Kind of Magic..Or is it?
My Take
Wasted summers, wasted winters. You can win Battles, you can never win the War.
This attitude of HER simply sucks. I don’t care who rules the world, the Universe…tis my attitude…
Read On: Her Story
She preserves….Her TRUST SKILLS are astonishing. UNSHAKEABLE FAITH in non entity called The Almighty remains undiminished…
!!!!!! And then…The Magic HAPPENED !!!!!!!!
One Dark Night…she walked up the Mountains; it was a wet track…
She slipped down, held on to jagged rocks, bruised her hands and face, was all Blood everywhere. It is mud on her face all over again, her clothes all torn…and yet against all odds, She reached the Apex and stood still...
Then She raised her hands high closed her eyes and looked sky wards beyond the Universe…
Hell fire smoke and burning smoke!
Magically, the Heavens began to thunder, lightning struck through her spine, the Earth began to shake under HER feet.
This Time, this time there were torrential Tears falling, not HER tears, but from the High Heavens. Rains……..
She steeled her body, fists held tight, in a perfect V.
!!! VICTORY!!!!
And through the thundering reverberating skies, she heard a Voice say…..
“ !!! Walk Down…Go Home….You Are Done…!”
She was TRANSFORMED……… forever.….
End of Story
My Take
As I said, it’s a kind of Magic…one Dream, One soul, one goal…
One golden chance……..
Trust me, Can be done…why should I lie to you?
MY TAKE II
Phew…..Lord, whosoever you are, I am Done.
I shut my lap top, shift it away. I have a glass top table in front of me, a Crystal Glass full of the finest wine….
I drink a deep toast to HER VICTORY…
And then:
With all the fury at my disposal, I fling the Crystal against the Glass Top Table, raise my fists in perfect V and smash the God Damn Glass table, destroying it to 100 thousand pieces…
I told you, TIS THE AGE OF DESTRUCTION
My Energies are released…Sanity returns….
I close my eyes…I am at PEACE………
Did I pick up the pieces like SHE did?
No, because long long ago, I had been down that ROAD myself…. A different road..
The only difference, SHE did that her MAGIC fast, I took a lot time longer…..but then I was much much younger…..
It’s A Kind of Magic……her Magic, My Magic…….
OUR Magic…….
We are DONE………….
The doors of TIME have opened
FREEDOM…liberation…..
I told you…..yes you know…now you know
Tis for you to do YOUR kind of Magic…..
Post Script
Who is this WOMAN? Go figure that out yourself, and when you do, let me know.
As for me…I have never met her.But she EXISTS.
Captain Nandu Chitnis
Master Mariner
BikeNomads
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:
In most of my writings and experiential learning I draw heavily from what Inspires Me, be it a book, Music, a person, whatever…but once I am convinced that what I have read or heard or seen, is right for me, I get in the ACTION MODE, without any delays. I DO NOT THINK OR ANALYSE COSTS, RISKS..whatever….I just DO That and kill my Demons…and move on….
Once my inner self speaks to me, THEN NO POWER CAN HOLD ME BACK…That is the Inner Game, that I learned myself…
Lastly…I am A SRONG ATHEIST….I belong to the elite club of Jawahar Lal Nehru, George Bernard Shaw, and my Step Father, Mr Madhukar Ranadive, ex Chairman Bank of Baroda, now dead, who I deeply respect for the man he was. …..and many more…
But I am deeply SPIRITUAL……………………..
2008/05/17
!! No Free Meals In America !!
"You want Harley, then mow the booody Lawn...and don't run the mover over the wire!"
My Son
My Son
2008/05/05
Tulips In Skagit, USA
Generation X, Y, Z all together
Gen x: Me
Gen y: My son Ambarish
Gen z: Anika my grandaughter.
Gen x: Me
Gen y: My son Ambarish
Gen z: Anika my grandaughter.
2008/05/04
2008/04/29
Aeriel View: ~Om Shaanti~
They, my wife and kids told me to have a very close hair cut before arriving @Seattle as barbers are expensive. So I googled for barber shops in Seattle and San Francisco...found they charge $ 60/-....
So this was the best thing to do to beat barbers tab.
Now they tell me barbers charge only $12/- !!!
So this was the best thing to do to beat barbers tab.
Now they tell me barbers charge only $12/- !!!
2008/04/21
2008/03/20
Sea View: Best seen large size.
Mumbai
I have been in Mumbai for 45 days but not really done Mumbai so to say, notwithstanding the Boat Show, the Vintage Car rally and Barcelona, which is not really Mumbai.
I plan to do Mumbai over the next few days. This morning I was out on Street Fighter at 05:30 hrs and headed to the Taj Mahal hotel. Got a few shot out there. The Gateway is under repairs.
Next was a by lane at the end of the road. I got the shot of the day here, in low water, of the Mumbai harbor inner bay and beyond to Karanja Island.
Next I skidded to the fish market to witness the auctions at the Sassoon Dock but no luck with pics. Very noisy auctions, but the docks vibrate with energy, the noisy tough Koli women fight hard to buy the fish. Plan to repeat that later.
Photographing inside the docks is forbidden. Maybe a good cell phone can beat the Security.
Let’s see what I get over the next few days. Will definitely skip Malabar Hill, the Queens necklace. Will look for lesser known nooks and corners.
I have been in Mumbai for 45 days but not really done Mumbai so to say, notwithstanding the Boat Show, the Vintage Car rally and Barcelona, which is not really Mumbai.
I plan to do Mumbai over the next few days. This morning I was out on Street Fighter at 05:30 hrs and headed to the Taj Mahal hotel. Got a few shot out there. The Gateway is under repairs.
Next was a by lane at the end of the road. I got the shot of the day here, in low water, of the Mumbai harbor inner bay and beyond to Karanja Island.
Next I skidded to the fish market to witness the auctions at the Sassoon Dock but no luck with pics. Very noisy auctions, but the docks vibrate with energy, the noisy tough Koli women fight hard to buy the fish. Plan to repeat that later.
Photographing inside the docks is forbidden. Maybe a good cell phone can beat the Security.
Let’s see what I get over the next few days. Will definitely skip Malabar Hill, the Queens necklace. Will look for lesser known nooks and corners.
2008/03/19
2008/03/14
Tribute to Ladakh: Best seen large
TRIBUTE TO LADAKH
She stands at “Savdhan” admiring the blazing blue skies and the mountains beyond. Tis a lonely road. It’s a kind of Magic. Ladakh! Leaves many brain dead. The call of the Mountain is strong. Nirvana.
She called last night from thousands of miles away…she talked Ladakh, Buddhism, Peace, Flags, this dung La that dung La. Strange. No golf. She’s an Alice in Chains for Ladakh.
It was a day in July, in the high mountain passes. Loneliness. Was it a dream?
Ladakh provokes thousand different thought to different people, in so many ways.
Blessed are the glaciers, the raging rivers, pristine treeless surroundings.
Tis so easy enjoying pics like this in front of my comp, laid back in comfort. How did I feel that day? BETTER coz Pappa was a Rolling Stone. The Solitary man and his Woman. Biking. Mountains. The meaning of Freedom.
Some of my young biker friends on Flickr go back again in again, the magnetism of Ladakh has that pulling power…. Lets Just Ride. Like Mani Babbar, Motographer. Will they ever stop? They are very talented with their cameras.
I can at best view my pics again and again. Tis the snapshot in the family album. The best there is, is Ladakh. No doubt.
Will I go there again? No. Choice one is Vegas. There is a beggar on Flickr who lives in USA. He is a guest of honor at Caesars Palace. I will deal the Jack of Diamonds to him on the table. Although the Clubs weapons are more.
The memory all fades now…..
She stands at “Savdhan” admiring the blazing blue skies and the mountains beyond. Tis a lonely road. It’s a kind of Magic. Ladakh! Leaves many brain dead. The call of the Mountain is strong. Nirvana.
She called last night from thousands of miles away…she talked Ladakh, Buddhism, Peace, Flags, this dung La that dung La. Strange. No golf. She’s an Alice in Chains for Ladakh.
It was a day in July, in the high mountain passes. Loneliness. Was it a dream?
Ladakh provokes thousand different thought to different people, in so many ways.
Blessed are the glaciers, the raging rivers, pristine treeless surroundings.
Tis so easy enjoying pics like this in front of my comp, laid back in comfort. How did I feel that day? BETTER coz Pappa was a Rolling Stone. The Solitary man and his Woman. Biking. Mountains. The meaning of Freedom.
Some of my young biker friends on Flickr go back again in again, the magnetism of Ladakh has that pulling power…. Lets Just Ride. Like Mani Babbar, Motographer. Will they ever stop? They are very talented with their cameras.
I can at best view my pics again and again. Tis the snapshot in the family album. The best there is, is Ladakh. No doubt.
Will I go there again? No. Choice one is Vegas. There is a beggar on Flickr who lives in USA. He is a guest of honor at Caesars Palace. I will deal the Jack of Diamonds to him on the table. Although the Clubs weapons are more.
The memory all fades now…..
2008/02/03
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