Jawa nanna jeeva

I was a naive about bikes until a friend started giving gyaan on the cruisers when he bought his black beauty, Royal Thunderbird, which he dreamed of day and night.

A variety of Jawa and Yezdi bike models assembled seen from all parts of the state at International Jawa Yezdi Day in the month of July '10. Later followed by the wheel burning, award ceremony and biker rally.

I was amused to see so many vintage bikes which I had hardly noticed on the roads!

A Jawa biker with "Jawa nanna jeeva" (meaning in Kannada: Jawa is my life)

Golden silencer

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Bokeh..with 50mm

Bokeh .. with 50mm..

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It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.

"It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds." Aesop

"It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds."

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Childhood is a short season

"Childhood is a short season."  ~Helen Hayes

These toys remind me of sweet childhood days. When, we, as kids, used to gather at aunt's house or granny's house during the summer vacation; if one had a balloon or a small toy, a doll or even a tricycle. How we would quarrel among other kids to grab and play with it. ;)

Childhood is a short season. ~Helen Hayes

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With headphones on my ears, as I listen to a song on iPod which is the ringtone of my mobile phone. At the same time, I search my phone, which is now missing...

Oops, where is my phone? I search for a while here, there. With an expression of, "I lost this one too at the pantry".

Hey, I ring up to my mobile number, thankfully, the person who has, answers.

The person had mistaken it to be his phone when he showed the phone with same color. :)

Too many people owning the same model phone  n so the confusion ;)

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Wonderful Wizard

I have been told
not by one but two of my lovers
that I've got a heart of gold
but I'm unable to share it with others
They call me a poet who'll never have a poem
a tiger with no taste for bone
I'm the wonderful, wonderful wizard of waltzing alone

- The Guggenheim Grotto

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