Yet again 'all Williams' Final at Wimbledon

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I always hated this, 'all Williams' final. Which seems to be happening quite frequently, lately. Serena playing Venus, whom to support? or rather whom you hate less. I hate both of them because of their sheer power game, and my love for under docs. In semifinal, Elena Dementieva almost won herself a spot for the finals, do not know why she was constantly playing lose at crucial points. Mr. Serena Williams, rather Miss Serena Williams, who looks invincible (and also a wwe wrestler), many a times in the match looked like an elephant on knees to a lioness. I hate Venus less, so wish that Venus wins the finals!!

P.S. :- Serena and Venus Williams should also compete in mixed doubles. :)

Incredible India

The Indian Doper, Choosing between drugs and food. Going with Drugs Because they are cheaper than Food.

The Indian Playground

The Indian Piercing

The Indian Mouth Freshner

Indian Ancients 1

Indian Ancients 2

Jama Masjid, Delhi, India

A fakeer at Jama Masjid

Beggar At Jama Masjid

I was sitting near Palika Bazaar, listening to some music and reading Anna Karenina. When suddenly an Urdu Qawwali started playing in my ipod, and with that an urge to visit Jama Masjid aroused in me. And I went there, for the second time. But after reaching there it occurred to me that I am visiting for the first time only. I realized my eyes, ears, sensory organs, mind, everything has been changed or replaced since. I thoroughly enjoyed the ambiance, and atmosphere there. Here are a few pictures of that place I took.

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Jama Masjid and Meena Bazaar, Delhi, India

The Grand Entrance

A man washing off...The water is supposed to be taken out from the pond first, then in the drain you wash...to keep the pond clean...

Crowded It Is...

Pigeons all around

Meena Bazaar, Delhi, India

A Signboard Reading Meena Bazaar In Hindi, Urdu and English

A Shop Full Of Phrases From The Holy Quran

Meena Bazaar A General Outlook

Another Shop

Yet Another Shop

A lovely and congested place is Meena Bazaar. The best thing here, is to listen to the customer - shopkeeper conversation. If you understand a little bit of Hindi and Urdu, you will thoroughly enjoy it.

How to Reach?

Catch a metro train from anywhere for Chawri Bazaar. Come out of Chawk Hauz Quazi exit. Either you can take a rickshaw from there or you can walk. Here is a google map's link. Otherwise you can also ask anyone out there.

I Love Urdu.

I just do not know, but I have developed a great love for spoken Urdu language. I consider it the sweetest language, on planet Earth. Now a days listening to loads of Urdu Quawaalis!!

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Jama Masjid and Meena Bazaar, Delhi, India

Black And White Delhi

Thadi...I love These Thadis!!

Hmmm...Astrologer's....CP's Subway!!

THE DTC Bus!!

Nice Place Chosen For A Nap...Hot Concrete Ground...Just Beside The Traffic, This is Life

Prashar Lake, Himachal Pradesh...Chapter Closed With A Conclusion

Prashar Lake, Himachal Pradesh.

I would now like to conclude my whole trip in this post. Many a things I observed. Firstly travelling alone has an undiscovered beauty in it, just try it and you will discover the beauty.

2) If you are authentic and innocent, I am not talking about acting authentic and innocent, but if you are, people no matter how bad or good loves you, and you love them.

3) One can survive, in any world. Everyone is born with that gift of survival. On the more if you surrender to existance, it will take care of your survival, so you do not have to worry, just be in the present, here in the moment.

Final Destination - Prashar Lake, Finally Reached. Day 2

My Book, And A Water Bottle

I woke up the next day 7:30 in the morning. After the usual stretching and rubbing, I got back to the canteen to ask for a place to shit. He showed me the direction to the open vastness. That means I was going to shit in the lap of nature. Found a nice and compatible place and had a good shit. After that brushed my teeth had a good meal. After having food I had no idea what am I going to do now. I just started walking for a change. After around about 10 minutes of walking I reached a place full of rocks and ahead a grazing ground (These grazing grounds I met many. And they are like a hope in a despair). Explored the terrain, climbed a few rocks, followed a few paths, met a few grazing cattle (includes horses, buffaloes and cows). After the whole exploration I opened the book I was carrying (Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy), read a few chapters in the state of bliss, which was there due to the nature and meditation.

The Food Joint, Prashar lake

I met a porter, in a while. His name was Mr. Bhagwan. I forgot to mention but there was a fair coming ahead. So he was there to put a toy stall. I talked with him, took his photograph, and promised him to meet in the evening for the food. In the afternoon had a good meal at 'THE' food joint, had a spiritiual conversation with the local people. Among them the watchman of the guest house (There are now three guest houses, which belongs to Forrest Department of India) became a good friend of mine. In the evening I met Mr. Bhagwan, had a few gulps of liquor with him. He took me to his family members who were present there for an Indroduction sort of thing. I took their photographs as well.

Mr. Bhagwan...A friend

Forgot my book camera at Mr. Bhagwan's place. These himachali people are so innocent, so pure, so honest that I started falling in love with those people. I got each and everything back. As I was a bit drunk and it was all dark, so I asked Mr. Bhagwan to guide me to the food joint. He offered me a stay. I was so willing to stay with them but my rucksack was with the watchman at the guest house. So I came back and after food, with the watchman made my way to the guest house, as he also had offered me a stay with him.

Mr. Bhagwan's Gang

Had a continues 3 hours spiritual talk with the watchman friend. Atlast he told me that, man you just spun my head, 360. After the talk I slept at 12 and the next day descended back following the right path this time.

Back To Delhi.