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     Good news for nature lovers... The Indian Tiger has bounced back. The numbers of this majestic cat had been dwindling continuously due to poaching and loss of habitat. For the first time in this century, as per the latest census, the numbers have shown an upward trend. This has been possible due to incessant efforts by numerous people and agencies. One of the most visible faces of this fight died a few days back at the age of 73 due to cancer. This man, Fateh Singh Rathore, popularly known as the Tiger Man of India was the most visible face of this fantastic saga and this painting is dedicated to him. 

Still Deserted

     In 2004 a massive Tsunami devastated many coastal areas in South East Asia. Most of the areas are slowly limping back to normalcy. In the Bay of Bengal there is a small island called The Carnicobar. It is separated from the Indian mainland by hundreds of miles. The island comprised of just two villages. The entire village on the eastern coast was washed away by the Tsunami. The island and its beautiful beaches have not been the same ever since. The beaches are mostly deserted. The sea is looked at with mistrust. Once in a while one finds some one standing on the shore, staring into infinity.... probably still waiting for a miracle.

Shyok Valley

     In the northern most corner of my country India, in the Laddakh region, flows the river Shyok. In the summers this valley is full of tourists. The river is in full flow and the vegetation makes it colorful. However in winters the valley becomes dry and barren. Temperatures drop to as much as 25 degrees below zero. The flow of the river reduces because the glaciers refuse to melt. The tourist camps lie vacant. But I can assure you the valley is still beautiful. Walking in the snow along the river throws up beautiful sights. This is one of them.
     My painting schedule has become a little erratic because of work pressure. I managed to find time and did not want to miss a chance to paint.  Even though the temperatures are still sub zero, managed to do this quickfire watercolor sitting on the banks of the river Shyok. Hope you like it. 

My Roots.

     As a helicopter pilot I keep roaming all over the country. Life is a continuous journey. One settles down where ever ones job takes. But there are times when one longs to go back to ones roots. I am from a small village of northern India, a place I have rarely visited. Recently I visited this village and got a chance to see the place where my father and grandfather were born and brought up. Saw the alleys where they played as children. Really nostalgic, got emotional. This is a painting of the alley that leads to our ancestral house. Painted it from a photograph I had clicked.

The Saga Continues

     It really makes you feel good when your friends miss you. Thanks all of you who missed me and remembered me.
     To continue the story I have landed up from the frying pan into the deep freeze! From Africa I have come back to a region of India called Laddakh. The average altitude varies between 10,000 feet to 18,000 feet. And during this season the temperatures vary from -10 to -55 degrees Celsius ! Adjusting to this requires some effort. On top of this I tried to paint plein air! My hands went numb, brushes kept aside would freeze, the paints were misbehaving... finally I had to rush inside to complete this work. Anyway, its good to be back!

Har Ki Paudi

     In the foot hills of the Himalayas on the banks of the river Yamuna is the small temple town of Haridwar. Literally translated this means the Gateway to God. Every evening, at this holy spot called 'Har ki Paudi', thousands of devotees gather for the evening prayers. Many take the holy dip in the waters which are chilling in the winters. It is a festive atmosphere full of unabated revelry. There is something of interest for every one, be it young or old. Come join the fun through this watercolor.
     And yes, in another two days I will be leaving Africa for home : India. Will take some time to settle down. Lets see if I can manage something in between. Have a nice weekend. See you soon.

Watch Out !

     This is another street scene from one of the by lanes of Old Delhi. Essentially these lanes are more than 300 years old, dating from the Mughal era. They were designed catering for mostly pedestrians or an odd horse rider. The old structures have either been re-re-repaired or have been replaced by ugly modern structures. The population of the city has grown manifold. Some of the best and cheapest markets of the city are located here, attracting hordes of shoppers looking for bargains. You are always jostling for space.  You actually have to watch every step. But do not get scared. It is a shopaholic's paradise. Capturing the scene in watercolors was fun. Hope you like it.