Sukhois and religious chants

Riverside Fairgrounds, Deccan, Pune.

Pune Civilian Airport.

In India, I can think of no town or city where the early mornings are quiet.  Blaring religious chants from small and large temples in every neighborhood on crackly amplified sound systems provide a constant backdrop.   One might think that this is an urban phenomenon. It’s not!  It’s equally bad in the countryside.  It’s really depressing when you wake up in the morning on a trek in the mountains and hear these sounds floating up from a village way down below. The religious (Hindu mostly) chants and hymns start around 5 am. They usually stop by about 7:30 to 8:00 am.  I think we fear hearing our own thoughts first thing in the morning and have to snuff them out with the name of the Lord(s).

The sound I really like in the morning is that of Sukhoi fighter planes, in pairs or singly on practice sorties above Pune.  It starts like a distant rumble of thunder and waxes and wanes in the wind. As they get closer the jet engine sound becomes apparent.    You can rarely see them.  Black triangular specks in the sky. They Doppler out going overhead and then go back to being a rumble.    The Indian Airforce has based a couple of squadrons of these Russian war planes, Sukhoi Su-30MKI in Pune.  They have a very nice profile.  They resemble General Electric F-14 Tomcats but are not that large.  Similar swing wing, dual engine/tailplane fighters.

Of Mus Musculus and Men

Seller of Java Plums ( Jamun)

We have a small garden along the back and side of my house.  Behind our house is a large piece of land that belongs to the Indian Military.  One small barrack and a laundry facility sit in one corner.  The rest is covered with scrub and a few acacia trees and provides a home for many birds and small animals. These creatures regularly make their way into my garden.  Mongoose(s)( geese?), bandicoots, snakes, lizards of  many different types are frequent visitors. One shiny lizard beauty locally called “A snakes aunty”, these regularly occupy my shoes in the winter.   Various birds also come to our garden.  One red eyed crow pheasant, Greater Coucal or Bharadwaj ( local) cocks his head and stares at us through the upstairs bedroom window from his perch on our coconut tree.   But these are the welcome visitors.  The last four years I have spent in this house, we have had mice come indoors for nesting. Some small, cute and brown, some large field monsters.  Mice babies are also really ugly, naked translucent with no fur, closed eyes and tiny claws.  The past winter I successfully barricaded all openings and diligently closed all doors and windows at night and we have not had any mice!  A  personal  victory for me over those... rodents!   Damages include: Innumerable packs of tea leaves, soaps, motherboard/controller washing machine,  books, book case, clothes, wiring, wooden furniture etc.

Not walking away from THIS one.

Forum Mall Foodcourt, Bangalore.

Temple, Deccan Gymkhana

Sometimes I see a scene that looks like it could make a great drawing but my heart sinks at the work involved or its a challenge with intricacies of lots of stuff, moving people, perspective etc.  I used to walk away before, but these two times I HAD to sit down and get my book out and make the drawings just to prove to myself that I could render that scene.  Lots of mistakes but they look interesting. And they didn't take that long.

"If you say no to champagne, you say no to life!"- Deerhunter

Burger van, IISER.

On my way back from my haircut at the National Chemical Laboratory shopping center.

IISER ( Indian Institute of Science Education and Research) is a new Institute set up by the Govt. of India to create generations of scientists. It provides an interdisciplinary curriculum comprising of Math, Physics, Chemistry and Biology in equal measure in the first two years and a research based specialization in the last two.

The hills are alive with the sound of jackhammers.

Baner biodiversity park.

The hills around Pune are protected.  Developers would love cover the hillsides with apartments with a "Hilltop view".  However the local environmental activists have been successful in protecting most if not all hills. This one behind my office is also a biodiversity "park".  I dont really know what it means. But there is a lot of tree planting going on and I along with some enthusiastic colleagues go to the top of the hill and water some plants during the dry season.    From the top of the hill the view gets depressing.  As far as the eye can see in almost all directions are large concrete apartment complexes, most of them at least ten stories high.  Who knows where the water for all these people will come from? Power?  Where will all the sewage go?  ( You knew I would wonder that didnt you?).