A Soldier And A Photographer

A photographer FOCUS his target through the LENS of his Camera, Whereas a Soldier AIMS through the FORESIGHT of his Gun. But the end result is all the same.  Both help put their "TARGET" in "FRAMES......"

I WILL EAT YOU GREEN.......

The Board Is Green
My Saree Is Green
If You Don't Respect
I will Eat You Green........:-)

RAPID ACTION FORCE (RAF) Respond....Restore....Return... !

          RAPID ACTION FORCE
              PEACE ASSURED
RESPOND - RESTORE - RETURN.....

RAPID ACTION FORCE (RAF)

PROUD TO BE A RAPID ACTION FORCE OFFICER

A RARE ENCOUNTER WITH BALD EAGLES......

BALD EAGLE  (KRISHNA PARUNTHU)

A couple of days ago, I heard from within the thick foliage of a tall unknown tree in my neighborhood, a magnificent and piercing shrill of an eagle. It’s monsoon season sans rain here in Trivandrum and hence the ambiance is ideal for migratory birds coming through and filling the air with their sweet chirpings, more often intended to attract their mates. Though I’am not a birder or, for that matter a twitcher in pursuit, my inquisitive mind prompted me to track the bird without venturing much far away from my yards. And today I’am literally so excited to spot, perched on the top of a tall tree, not one but two stunningly gorgeous “Bald Eagles” belong to the rare and endangered species, with its stark white head, so close and so low.  When I immediately started to take pictures of these spectacular birds, one of them gave me perhaps my most remarkable day of the month when she lifted off gracefully from the bough by flapping its huge wings, flying at such a low altitude, soaring across an apartment directly towards the dark sky background. What a beautiful sight to behold in such an unexpected place…!

These birds are normally called as “Krishna Parunthu” in Malayalam and Tamil and is also known as “Brahminy Kite” in few other places.  Contrary to its name, bald eagles are not actually bald. The name derives from an older meaning of “White headed”. Their American counterparts hold the distinction of being the national bird and national animal of the United States of America and also their national emblem……Anyways I presume that they have a nest there and I will have to keep watching…….:-)

P.S:- All images are coffee treat protected…If anyone use and/or duplicate these images and materials without my express and written permission will irrefutably owe me a coffee..:-)

A DISCIPLINED COUNTRY

 

 A Disciplined Country Is Not a Place Where The Law and Order Is Enforced, But It's a Place Where The People Adorned It with Honour.....

Are the Governors Expendables........cartoon

Are the Governors Expendables....?

Aam Admi Party- Broom Stick Fight......

The Great War Against Corruption Is Not Over Yet.........
Aam Admi Party.....In a Broomstick Fight......

HEY...YOU GOTTA DAY FOR YOU...Duuuuuu.....Oh..Sorry Daaad....

HEY...So YOU GOTTA DAY FOR YOU...Duuuuuu.....Oh..Sorry Daaad....?

FATHER'S DAY- MAHATHMA GANDHI ON FATHER'S DAY-CARTOON

Mahatma Gandhi and the FATHER'S DAY- Cartoon

ENTER THE FRANKENSTEIN- KARACHI AIRPORT ATTACKED AGAIN -CARTOON

ENTER THE FRANKENSTEIN- KARACHI AIRPORT ATTACKED AGAIN -CARTOON

Karachi Airport under attack again.......After seeing the gaudy media reports giving full credit of initial attack to the Indian Prime Minister, Narendra Modi, I think probably what terrorists are doing now is Damage Control.....

THE BROKEN BANGLES OF BADAUN

THE BROKEN BANGLES OF BADAUN

THE BROKEN BANGLES OF BADAUN

On a languid summer night, from a village heard a scream,

No ear has perceived, thus it dissolved in a gushing stream.

Dangling on a tree, were two little girl’s shattered dreams,

Listening to the fading jingling of bangles were five evil beings.

Swung in an easterly breeze they resembled two butterflies,

Masticated on a spider web and left as skeletal remains.

Couldn’t even mourn, stood the tree so forlorn and helpless,

Yet amazed at how could be the humans behave so heartless.

Adown the cheek, one last tear drop blended with blood

That came welling from the parched lips and dried.

Burning it was, worthless though, in vain they woefully cried

With no one to save, they knew, but for their steadfast pride.

With forceful arms, at night when they were conquered upon

 Writhe in pain they cursed their elders who are weak and worn.

Quite dismayed over the fate of their own and the clan they born,

They fought, with that ineffable craving to live, a war all alone.

Those evil tongues who reached, spoke mighty words for applause

And made uncanny assertions to those souls in deep distress.

Grieving but beleaguered when they with high hope, disperse,

Behind the stage would unfold an uncouth unity of evil shepherds. 

They the so called ‘neoliberalists’, seated high on people’s throne,

Have their herds kept so safe in the places unknown.

And would they do aught but make mockery of the common,

Who are themselves caged in limits made by men of their own.

Arose harder, open your eyes and feel the power of democracy,

Get out of this downtrodden quagmire and enjoy that ecstasy.

You have, with utter strength, of unworn youth, a great galaxy

To build a world enriched with impeccable courtesy.

Never put your feet up, but raise your voice and head so profuse

To reach where your feet can’t and eyes so ambiguous.

The slothful mind and beseeching hands will never defuse

The plight that still, despite the progress, makes you hopeless.

The thick veil of amnesia will obscure the grief so soon

And again the mango tree will blossom unto the crown.

For the nation to wake up bright, not far away is the dawn

And then, in plenty, the seeds of rectitude will be sown.