"When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone. "It means just what I choose it to mean - neither more or less."
"The question is," said Alice, "whether you can make words mean so many different things."
"The question is," said Humpty Dumpty, "which is to be master - that's all."
- Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
Pictures from the 7th Edition of the Aero India (Feb '09) show held at Yelahanka Air Force station, Bangalore.
Spent a fine Thursday afternoon standing under scorching sun watching the fiery dream machines fly! The show started with a flamboyant display by the F-16 and the F-18 followed by wonderful but a subdued display by the IAF Sukhoi. The Sukhoi painted bright in the Tricolor made a poetic display in the Bangalore skies.
The limelight of the show were the aerial acrobatics done by the Surya Kiran and the Sarang Helicopter Display team. Some amazing formations and performances.
Unfortunately as Murphy's laws go my Camera battries died down when the aerial acrobatics had lit up the skies hence could not click much of the aerial formations.
Finally, I got my hands over the poetry book that I had been looking for since a long time. It is wonderful when one’s office is at a stone’s throw distance from two cozy bookshops.
If you are wondering why am I so much animated about this? Read these two poems from the book.
Voices
Voices in my head,
Chanting, “Kisses. Bread.
Prove yourself. Fight. Shove.
Learn. Earn. Look for love,”
Drown a lesser voice.
Silent now of choice:
“Breathe in peace, and be
Still, for once, like me.”
Sit
Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile.
You’re twenty-six, and still have some time of life ahead.
No need for wit; just talk vacuities, and I’ll
Reciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead.
The world is too opaque, distressing, and profound.
These twenty minutes’ rendezvous will make my day:
To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,
Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.
I do not need to describe more, just that a few more, Vikram Seth poems can be read at minstrels, where I came across my first Seth poetry.
Glimpses of the Lalbagh Independence Week (Aug' 08) Flower Show. Lalbagh wore such a beautiful look with bright marigolds lined all across the park. I visited the flower show on a cloudy Tuesday morning. Some pictures from the Flower Show.