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“It’s been 7 years since he last revisited us. I think he has probably given up on us” a random toy spoke angrily. This was the daily scene in the forgotten drawer. They say that once the toy is picked up by someone, they are bound to love him forever. “Those were fun times” uttered Snoopy. “Ever since his mom has put those foreign mini humans and us in the same drawer it has been a menace. I wish Pranav knew that his toy space was invaded by his brother’s toys” said Koala. “They are dominating and evil” someone added. Teddy who was Pranav’s favorite toy was the perfect combination of warmth and command. He kept this dusty wardrobe safe and happy. However since the mini humans entered this drawer, the one-eyed girl smacked Teddy’s nose. Teddy lost all his confidence and felt he can never face Pranav anymore. He felt he won’t love him anymore and then they lost their control over the drawer. The mini humans took over and created havoc by destroying the peace within the community.

The leader (center), The One-eyed Girl (second from right) & Commander (right)

“We have been facing this from 3 years, there’s no way out!” said Ferrari. “There’s only one way out of this, trust my creation” urged Dr. Octopus. Everyone knew Octopus’ shady history but he claimed that he has changed now. He had created a teleporter. Snoopy urged everyone to take this chance and even volunteered to teleport himself. “What’s the plan?” asked Koala. Teddy silently stood there while all this was happening. He hardly used to speak since the incident. But he alerted Koala saying “Make sure you trust Octopus on this.” Snoopy snapped and said “Do we have any other option?”. He later added “I’ll rather risk myself having a good life like we used to rather than living in hell.” Everyone agreed. Koala put forward his opinion by saying “You somehow open the drawer so they would think a human is here, that’s when we’ll make our attack.” Distract and destroy was their war plan. Ferrari surprisingly questioned, “Are we going to kill them?” Koala said “We don’t have any other option.” Ferrari exclaimed, “You are going to break toy laws.” Koala explained, “Practically yes, technically no. A toy’s life is decided by the memory its master has. Pranav’s brother never respected his toys and I’m pretty sure he’s forgotten about them. Maybe that’s the reason those mini humans are like this, they never felt love.” Ferrari replied “But they have guns!” To which Snoopy replied “We have intention, we want freedom.” Octopus smiled and asked, “Shall I ready the teleporter?” In a dark corner they started their process.

Koala, Snoopy, The Teleporter, Dr.Octopus & Teddy Bear (left to right)

Snoopy was teleported. Everyone was ready according to the plan and were just waiting for Snoopy to open the drawer. The wait was haunting and getting more intense minute by minute. An hour passed by but there were no signs of Snoopy. Unfortunate thoughts crippled in everyone’s mind. They started questioning Octopus who had no answer to their questions. Some of the toys started threatening Octopus. Octopus started feeling scared, he tried all his best to make his so called friends understand but there was hardly any ray of hope. Snoopy had a beautiful heart, his absence even made Teddy emotional. Everyone couldn’t control their anger and Octopus had to run. He rushed to mini humans begging for help. Koala labelled him as a traitor. Octopus was questioned and harmed, he had to spill some secrets. Mini humans sealed everything and doubled their patrol and surveillance. Days passed, nothing was happening. One by one everyone was getting questioned and torchered. Koala was brought into the questioning room. Koala wasn’t giving anything useful to the mini-humans. The commander had to step in. Just when the commander entered the questioning room, someone opened the drawer. Everyone could see Snoopy accompanied by Bomber, Carrot and a few other toys. The mini humans got scared, they shouted “Ambush!”.

The Commander and The One-eyed Girl (left to right)

The drawer turned into a battlefield. However the mini humans were smart and they had kept their escape plans ready. The leader, the commander and the one eyed girl narrowly escaped from their aeroplane. Everyone got disappointned. Everyone thought they had lost their chance and the mini humans would come back. They returned to the drawer thinking even if they had managed to make them go away, the plan was a failure. When Koala asked what took him so long, Snoopy said he wasn’t able to open the drawer by himself so he started searching for help. He met Bomber, Carrot and a few other toys in the storeroom who agreed to help. Octupus who was locked in the jail room murmured “There’s still hope.” Everyone shouted “Traitor.” Koala enlightened everyone with the reality and calmed everyone down. Octopus said he had leaked the petrol tank and claimed they wouldn’t have made it far. “They must have had to make emergency landing in the hall. We have to act now.” Everyone wondered how will they make it that far in such short time when Ferrari swooped in “What do we have cars for?” One by one hotwheels drifted in and everyone felt confident and energized. Everyone sat on wheels and rushed their way to the hall. They managed to reach the hall in time but the mini humans had just repaired their tank and were leaving. Hotwheels were trying their best to reach the plane but it took off just in time. There wasn’t any option left rather than letting them go.

Bomber exclaimed “Wait!. Throw me up!”. Snoopy asked “What do you mean? You’ll die!” Bomber replied “I’m a lost toy anyways, there is no memory of me, I stumbled my way to store room accidentally with a parcel. I guess the Toy Lord sent me here for a reason.” Koala replied “You don’t have to do this for us.” “I’m doing this for myself! Skateboard, sling me up!” Everyone felt love and respect towards Bomber. Everyone knew he had made up his mind. Snoopy said “Bomber now might be a really good time for you to get angry” to which Bomber replied “That’s my secret Snoopy, I’m always angry!” Skateboard slinged him up and Bomber stuck himself on the window and said “Hello!” Before blowing off the plane and himself into pieces.

It was happily ever after that. Pranav revisited his toys after few months and spent time with them. He started keeping Teddy on his table and liked him the way he was, without his nose. It’s unfortunate he never got to know about Bomber. Sometimes there are hidden heroes like Bomber who work for greater good but never show off. This one is for them.

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Birding and Nonsense

I recently read Aditya Waknis’ take on the birding community in Pune and wanted to give an honest opinion on the same sharing my experiences while I started out my birding journey.

Before I start, let me be honest, I’m a passionate birder and I disturb wildlife. I try my best to be ethical and respect nature. I have acted a bit irresponsible a couple of times by getting excited but I have always been respectful and ethical and have drawn my own line which I never overstepped.

Let’s go back to how I got introduced to Nature & Wildlife Photography. After finishing my 10th board exams my father got me a DSLR, Canon 700D with kit lenses (18-55mm and 55-250mm). The first photographs I took were display pictures for my school friends. Back then I didn’t take photography seriously. I didn’t value the ability of telling a story through four walls of an image. I was unaware of what a privilege it was to make an image. It’s been more than 5 years I have been photographing, and I have barely started to respect the history, power and privilege of photography.

Anyways, another friend who possessed the same camera invitied me to a birding and photography outing at ARAI. What better place than ARAI to start your romance with birds. It’s every amateur’s second home. And that’s what it turned out to be for me. After spending around a month I came across a Facebook group focusing on documentation and sharing beautiful photographs and sometimes experiences. The group had aroud 5000 members at that time and it completely surprised me. It was a huge community and I found out birding was quite a common hobby in Pune from youngsters to senior citizens all enjoyed it! It was great to know that.

I then encountered with this beautiful shiny Golden Oriole from my window and I felt like I have seen the most rare bird on this entire planet. I also got a picture of the ‘nictating membrane’ and felt I was a Wildlife Photographer! I posted the images and my experience and was enlightened by very helpful people on the forum.

Slowly I embarked my real journey with birds when I started visiting and exploring the hills around my home with my friends. Two of them were pretty familiar with the variety of birds in India. I slowly started getting deep into birds, habitats, their behaviours and conservation issues. I was so obsessed in their world that I had to get connected with birds some way or the other daily. Since I was in 11th I had lots of free time In hand and I’m happy I spent them in the right way.

The limitation of my equipment allowed me to explore an unique angle to approach Wildlife Photography as so much that I was able to turn my limitations to my strengths. I started to ‘make images’ rather than just getting close and abusing the shutter. Most of my pictures which I love are images where subject takes least space in the frame.

I started getting noticed with this approach on the Facebook group and most of the feedback I got was critical, helpful and supportive. I even met amazing people because of that group. I was randomly recognized at birding hotspots purely because of the work I put out and I was blessed. I remember I met a random birder at ARAI who is like a brother to me now. I randomly went on a trip with some members and they have become an integral part of my life.

But every side has two coins. I started to sense a lot of jealousy, negativity and politics within the community. It’s rightly said where people take something so seriously and pursue it so passionately these things are bound to happen. But sometimes things were unreasonable.

I remember having a wonderful outing where we sighted Indian Wolf and Indian Eagle Owl. When a birder got to know about it, he called all of us seperately asking the same question to all of us. Where it was sighted, when it was sighted and how it was sighted? There wasn’t any trust shown but what is the reason for someone to do something like this? I even got a call from the same person asking the same thing 6 months later even when I moved out of Pune.

Why do people ask for locations to each other? The group has a rule to mention (not precise but) a wider location while sharing images. This information was already a free guiding point clearly stating the surprises that locality had to offer. But people weren’t willing to explore on their own, they wanted exact locations. This became a problem when the area mentioned started feeling doubtful. The trust was lost.

I was told to take care of my ‘image in public’ and was critiqued on my approach to photograph wolves which I understood and clarified personally and publicly. Then he was the same person who shared a photograph handling a wild mammal. How is this right just because the mammal is cute!?

I was pretty open to sharing locations, rather exact locations almost all the time while I practiced Wildlife Photography. But once was put to light by a fellow birder on the purely unethical and absolutely devastating ways that people practiced while photographing Fan-Throated Lizards. Seeing the treatment done just to have their fans open, see them fight, all this for 400 Facebook likes? I got concious about sharing locations from then, I previously thought ethical approach and respect was an absolute in the community.

Then someone was caught manupilating images and creating fake records on the group. All these things made me think ‘Why?’. Why would someone do this? Is it so important to have a record on your name?

It’s exciting to have a record or tick off a bird on that amazing dream list of yours. I remember I was once so persistent on wanting a bird to be identified as a rarer specie that I was annyoying at a point, but that was during my very first sighting of a rare bird. I made sure I never did that again.

But it’s not about me or you, I want to dig on a deeper question here; the psychology. I have heard stories of different ways of how people ensured that other people didn’t get a chance to see or photograph a specie. I am not confirminng any of these stories since I haven’t seen them by my naked eye. But there’s a reason why these are running around, if they aren’t true, where is this thought coming from.

I personally thought that the community had became a political space. I never cared about all this, but it’s existence still intrigues me. I remember taking things seriously once or twice but for the right reasons.

Looking at the good side, extreme documentation, wide sharing and discussions were the positive part of the community. There was exchange of knowledge and awareness. There are different set of people who document different habitats existing in Pune which is really good.

Why did I make this blog?

I thought about a similar person like me entering this space and may take these things seriously which voids away from the main thing ; documentation, photography and sharing. I don’t think anyone has ever talked about this and just behave like this doesn’t happen.

But anyways the motive is let’s try and create a more healthier, happier, helpful environment. I got all of this in parts as a birder who is just starting but we can always make it better.

I am completely open to discussions, criticism and thoughts. Please feel open to share your experiences. Thank you!

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Pune – Visapur Fort Trek – Pune under 135₹!

After having an epic cricket match with 3 super overs, we headed over to have a mandatory cold coffee at Durga. While enjoying this esteemed cup of coffee, someone initiated the idea of a weekend excursion. Since two peeps on the table were experienced trekkers and often hopped on weekend treks, the idea of an expedition came up. I suggested to play cricket instead but was shut out by all. There was a prolonged discussion on deciding the destination and Visapur was finalised.

I was hesitant at first since I was least interested in getting drenched in rain. I had fallen sick just a few weeks back and didn’t want to go through the same process again. The enthusiastic adventurers formed a WhatsApp group immediately. The group strength was around 20 at the start, and when the admin urged the lukewarm peeps to stay in the group only if they are going to turn up, one by one they were leaving in intervals. I felt cricket was a much better option, but some of the boys were determined. So I gave in and confirmed my participation.

Under the guidance of a practised trekker who had came to play cricket with us we had drawn out the plan. It started with reaching Pune Railway Station at 6am and getting back to the same by 6pm. We had to carry our lunch.

I was watching TV with my family the night before just when two of our friends backed out last minute. They left the WhatsApp group and there were only seven people left now. But we had made up our minds and cancelling wasn’t an option. One of us seven was close to the two which left and he somehow managed to convince them to join back. I was too slothful that night, so I decided to do the preparations next day only. I woke up at 4am, got ready and started for the station by 5:20. My sweet Mom packed me some Frankies in the morning for lunch. My friends and I first met at a common point and then continued to the station. Parking my moped was a big concern but my dad assured there’s decent parking service at the station. We were guided by the officials there to park and take the tickets. Our friend told to ensure that the ticket is not misplaced as they won’t allow you to take the vehicle out when you come back. I snapped the ticket on my mobile phone safer side after being haunted by the thought of misplacing it.

We bought our tickets and headed towards the appropriate platform. The train was crowded but we managed to grab a seat at the next station i.e Shivajinagar. I played some mobile word games with my friend to kill the travelling time. It takes around 1 hr 15mins to reach Malavli Station. We got down at Malavli and were attracted to the lovely smell of freshly made Vada Pav s. I had three of them and made sure my belly was all set for the trek. We were going to follow a group since we hadn’t been to Visapur Fort before but later on decided to explore it ourselves.

There’s a bridge above the Pune – Mumbai highway which lets you cross the road with ease. We were offered a tempo ride to the starting point of the trek at 40₹ which attracted the most inactive people from the group but we all discussed together and declined the offer. It wasn’t too far and we felt we made the right decision by taking the walk. We started trekking from a rocky terrain which was filled with algae. We were worried about the non-trekkers since it was slippery. Luckily we managed to find our way towards a waterfall. There were lot’s of people taking delight of the flowing water. Our group had broken into two parts, the rabbits and the tortoises. We were confused if we should carry on with the trek or get fancy in the water now itself. Since some of us were already exhausted we chose the latter option. But the crowd was too much to blend in.

That’s when our VTP (Volunteer Training Programme) certified friend stepped in. He believed there’s one more waterfall above the one we were crowded in. He lead us there and it was truly bliss. We saw our tortoises coming from back and guided them to this amazing place. Nothing could stop us from taking a dip in this splendid natural pond waiting to welcome us. We spent some time there and got refreshed and re-energised instantly. It was truly a lifetime experience I did not see coming.

We were stunned by the amazing waterfall we had all by ourselves and the lovely time we spent. Now the challenge was whether to turn back and end the trek acknowledging the beautiful time we had or conquer what we see above. We buckled up and started to trek with intent and speed.

But the speed slowed down when we arrived at The Hill Top restaurant. There are multiple shops present right from the start of the trek to the top. One can get water, lemon sherbet, vada pav, etc very easily on the way. We were impressed to see that they accepted GPay and other payment options too! We had a 15₹ lemon sherbet there.

View from Hill Top Restaurant

Our rabbits were getting irritated since there was lot of stopping, photographing and refreshing going along the way. So two of my friends and I took some lead and decided to come to a standstill only at the top now. On the way our VTP certified friend told us some history and geography of the fort. Visapur Fort was built pretty late around 1720 by the first Peshwa of Maratha Empire Balaji Vishwanath. It was in close proximity of Lohagad, which was known as the treasury of Maratha Empire. In 1818, the Britishers attacked and conquered Visapur (1,084m) which provided them 51m height advantage over Lohagad (1.033m). They bombarded Lohagad from Visapur forcing the Marathas to flee.

Our fourth friend joined us as we trekked towards the most difficult part followed by the tortoises who were pretty far. It is rocky till you reach the steps when you know your destination has arrived. We entered the top of the fort and waited for our friends to finish their climb. I bought a 20₹ water bottle at the top. We made some pictures at the ruined palace and headed on towards the edge to have our lunch with a fantastic view alongside. There were at least 300-400 people on the fort. We followed the borders to see the fortification. There’s a flag located at the south-west side of the fort (towards Lohagad side). We wanted to check Lohagad’s terrain from close proximity so two of my friends and I went on whereas other wisely decided to stop and wait for us to return.

Me posing to meditate with Lohagad in the background

The terrain there was truly captivating and wondrous to see. We all framed some pictures before heading back. Suddenly it started drizzling and so we had to put our raincoats on. Honestly seeing Aditya’s poncho he looked like a Swiggy delivery guy. So everyone started calling him ‘Swiggy’ from that point. As we were heading towards our group, the rain got furious. The otherwise sunny day turned into ferocious lightning storm. As we started to head back in this difficult weather, Ankit shared an unfortunate incident faced by his friend. His friend was trekking to Visapur in the worst possible weather and was affected by a lightning strike in close proximity. He was thrown back and felt unconscious and needed medical help. The locals carried him all the way down and provided support and saved him from further consequences.

We continued our way back and reached the steps. We saw lots of pictures of water flowing through the steps while planning the trek but were disappointed to see none. But nature made sure we ticked all the boxes. It ensured such high rainfall that we could see the water flowing down at tremendous rate. The rocky terrain started after the steps and the challenge started. Slow and steady was our motto. We were amazed to see more and more people climbing up as we went down. Our friend slipped 5 times while descending. The reason he slipped because he wore the wrong shoes. One should always prefer high grip shoes especially while trekking during monsoons.

We completed the tricky part and the rain decided to slow down. By the time we reached Hill Top restaurant, the rain was invisible and the sun came back. But honestly it was spectacular to see such weather. We made some pictures while we waited for others. Here’s a meme I made later on.

We descended with another route and then made our way towards the station. We decided to buy first class tickets considering we were tired and since there was a very little chance to get a seat otherwise. The rabbits reached the station first at 3:30 pm. We realised the next train after 3:48 would take another 2 hours to arrive, so we instantly called others and urged them to hurry. We hoped we could get first class tickets but they were quite costly comparatively (11 times to be precise = 15*11 = 165), so we decided to go for the general tickets instead. We all waited for the train which was running 10 mins late. When the train stopped we all rushed inside and started occupying seats for our friends. Just when we were alerted that we have boarded the first class compartment. The local trains don’t stop for long at any station so we got down and ran towards the general compartment. The train honked and we had hardly made it to the compartment. It was completely packed and there was no place to get in. We had to push hard to at least board the train. Luckily we made it in time as the train speeded up gradually. Seeing the crowd, I realised what the situation must be in a Mumbai local train. Nonetheless, most of us didn’t get a seat and had to make the whole journey standing. I got a seat at Shivajinagar which is hardly 5 mins from Pune Station and that’s all I could manage to give my feet some rest. We got down and bid farewell as we started for our homes. Some of us had some lassi opposite to the station. We had to pay 40₹ for parking from morning to evening, one has to show his ticket which has your moped’s number and time when it was parked.

Then I had to go through a challenge known as Pune’s traffic. My whole life in Pune was surrounded around a single area named Kothrud and whenever I had to go out of that area, I know traffic was a concern. I had to push more brakes than accelerate my vehicle. I dropped my friend at his place and later on reached my home. I had a lovely bath with an extraordinary trek to relive.

If you are planning to head to Visapur :

1.) Make sure you wear well gripped shoes.

2.) Carry water and keep yourself hydrated. (Water and quick bites available at intervals at Visapur).

3.) Raincoat/Poncho is a must during monsoons.

4.) Carry extra clothes and a towel if you plan to get wet in ponds or waterfalls. (Extra pair of socks recommended otherwise too)

5.) It’s better if you carry healthy lunch with you and have it alongside the beautiful view at the top. (Vada Pav available at the top)

6.) Trek difficulty level – Easy to moderate

Our total expense (per person) :

Train tickets – 15₹ + 15₹ = 30₹

Breakfast (Vada Pav) – 10₹*3 = 30₹

Water Bottle = 20₹

Lemon Sherbet = 15₹

Moped parking = 40₹

Total = 135₹

It is a wonderful cheap weekend getaway that you should really try!

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A Gully Cricket Game with 3 Super Overs!

After the exciting and unfortunate loss of India against New Zealand at the World Cup, the whole country was frustrated. I used to watch lot of cricket when I was a kid, but gave up as I was going through my teenage. But this 2019 World Cup, I had lot of spare time on hand and hence decided to watch our boys race for the trophy. I used to play lot of cricket in my teenage, even after giving up watching it, the urge to play never sank. I used to represent a club in my childhood days and my college team too, so I was into cricket like every other Indian kid. Though basketball is my go to sport now, I love playing other sports too. But after 12th, when I shifted to Goa, I hardly had played any cricket. Since I was in my hometown and it were my holidays, I was exuberant to play cricket.

I feel lucky that I still catch up with my school friends and they still are part of my inner circle. Even though we pursue different streams and dreams, we still find time to meet each other. On a typical Saturday night, two of my friends and me hosted our super late birthday party. The discussion after the dinner obviously involved cricket. So we decided to play cricket next day recalling the times when we used to play daily after our 10th board exam holidays.

Throwback to our daily cricket matches (10th board holidays)

Luckily my school boys turned up at the closest ground on a Sunday morning(The World Cup Final Match Day). Some lethargic sleepy humans did ditch us, but we had predicted it beforehand. We had 3 beautiful games of cricket and the last match was super exciting. Since we were less in numbers, the batting side had to give an extra player to the fielding side. We batted first and failed to put a high score for target. However the batsman we expected the least from did chip in some important runs. We set a target of 28 runs. After being bashed for bad bowling, our team was on a losing toll. The fielder we borrowed intentionally or unintentionally dropped couple of catches of their main batsman but fortunately caught the third one. They had to make just 1 run with 3 wickets in hand and had plenty of overs left. Aryan took 1 wicket in his over. But believe it or not, our bowler Chinmay surprised us all. He took both the batsmen down on ducks with wonderful yorkers and that lead us to the super over. Since we were bowling first, we were thrashed by their talented opening batsmen for 12 runs. Our bowler Aditya held them low at start but a square leg SIX slipped the game from our hands. Our batting openers failed, and we managed to make just 1 run of 3 balls of Ankit’s over. We had to make 11 runs to win of just 3 balls. Chinmay wasn’t able to time the balls and missed the 4th ball too. We somehow had to get Chinmay off the ground, and let me try the gamble. We retired Chinmay claiming he had a cramp (but he didn’t) and I stepped in (Gully can accept a bit of dirty game). The bowling side protested at first, but later on accepted feeling confident on their easy win. I received a full length ball on the shorter side and whacked it straight for a SIX! We now had 5 runs to make, and it had to be a boundary. I received another full length delivery and stroked it towards the long off for a boundary. But it was a FOUR! So that meant, it was a tie, but this is Gully Cricket. So we decided to have another super over.

We batted first. Aryan and I opened for us but I got run out in a hasty decision. But Aryan was holding out our front strong and managed to get 15 runs. Aditya took the ball in his hand and carefully set the field. But Jayesh and Meghraj brought the game to their court with just needing 5 runs in 1 ball. And guess what, Meghraj smashed a FOUR.Yes, this happened!

This time we decided to hand over the ball to Aryan considering his excellent ability to suffocate the batsman. He gave just 8 runs of his over. Aryan and I opened but early wicket of Aryan who took strike was a concern. We descended later on and messed up an easy wind. We managed to score only 3 runs of an excellent over by Chadda. He bowled at the right spots and with the right intention. THEY WON THE GAME!

Though we lost, it was a game all of us would remember for lifetime. Cricket won that day, mutual respect and appreciation was shared.

Co-incidently the World Cup Final took place on that night which tied and lead to a super over. The super over was also tied and England was given the World Cup based on boundaries. The prestigious cup was given to the country who invented the game for the first time. But I feel this theory of announcing the winner based on boundaries is baseless and partial. The game from its origin has drifted towards being unfair to a large scale towards bowlers. Powerplays, shorter boundaries, lesser overs etc are all batsman oriented recent changes made for business side of the game. And it’s not only in international cricket, in India we have this half-pitch bowling practice where the bowler is not allowed to take a run up and has to ball standing beside the stumps directly. I certainly don’t get this ideology. I understand that sometimes there’s very little space and you have to shorten the pitch but I have seen people playing half-pitch bowling in huge grounds. If you are giving batsman 80% wide boundary to score in a normal gully game, why the bowler has to compromise so much. The most used ball in gully games is the tennis ball, which I feel is an added advantage to batsmen compared to the leather ball. So the game is already unfair. Plus there are no LBW’s considered in gully games. Most of the times there’s no wicketkeeper kept, and hence edges or stumpings are ruled out.

India is one of the best performing country in the game of cricket. We hold the best bowling side right now and the best bowler (Jasprit Bumrah). Imagine if we make these small changes in attitude towards bowling in international cricket as well as in gully cricket. I believe we’ll produce even more better bowlers.

Cricket lives in every Indian’s blood. Though England invented it, it is as much ours as it can get. Let’s bring the change! #forthebowlers

Image Credits : School photo created by rawpixel.com – www.freepik.com (Gully Cricket), Janak Malkar (selfie), Photo by rawpixel.com from Pexels (Still Life), Graphic by Praveen Raj (India symbol)

Introduction

A visual artist by profession, passionate writer, musician in his dreams and a trying to be a human.

Sky is the limit is what I have known,
Just thought going beyond it but not alone,
Cause I want all my friends with me,
With no comparing and unity

I don’t want wealth,
Nor I want publicity,
What I am fighting for is humanity

I don’t want power,
What I want is no coward,
No coward anywhere,
Everybody ready to sacrifice and care

Care for those who are not ready,
To face the outside world and be steady,

You are the one who can do lot of things,
Just sway your wings and complete your dreams.

-By Pranav Deo, 2013

I don’t claim my thoughts are as pure as that guy above from 2013. But I always try to improve myself and be the best version of myself.

You can check my visual work and profiles on :

Why blog?

I love to share my experiences through visuals, through words and through rhythms. Hence I have decided to start my blog where I can share anything and everything about my interests in all formats.
I’ll be writing about my personal experiences, travel stories, poems, quotes, about photography etc. I have not defined any limits for the blog.
I’d love to connect other interesting bloggers and viewers for having a mutual growth and let them share their opinions, suggestions and reviews through the comments section.

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