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Photowalking at Okhla Bird Sanctuary
Originally uploaded by Aditi Pany

The five headed she dragon started spewing acid, on the whole countryside. It did clean all the toilet commodes but did a lot of damage to the monuments which where made of marble.

People had been anticipating something of this sort. They hadn’t sent to the dragon his monthly decided quota of a beautiful virgin girl. The decision not to send was not because of any moral dilemma but the inability to find any virgin girls. The city elders lashed the girlfolk for not protecting their virginity for such crisis. The girlfolk after a while could’nt take it any more and decided to take the matter in their own hands. They gathered in the city stadium and began the tiresome task of threading in beads. They aimed to make such a pretty necklace which they would then present to the five headed dragon. The dragon would then become really confused which head to put the necklace on. And thus bound in his eternal confusion they would capture her and put it in a small box. Which they would give to the menfolk to sink to the bottom of the city lake. And thus ends the story.

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Third in the series of stories based on pics.Another one from supreet here.

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Second in the series of stories based on photos.
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Doctor Thomas expecting a child wild with pain, thrashing around, was pleasantly surprised to see him quiet calm. His face was hardly visible, covered in blood. He opened his medical box and got down to work. Apparently a small piece of shrapnel was lodged at the base of his neck. With a razor borrowed from a onlooker he went to work. The child lost consciousness in the first few minutes.

He had been brought to the masjid by the imaams son, Junaid. Caught between two religious mobs fighting over yet another petty issue. The imaams son was crouching along with this kid in a small nook. They exchanged names, he was Samraat, a street kid an orphan. Meanwhile while the mob was thinning out, a molotov bomb fell a metre away. Samraat got hurt. Seeing all the blood on the kids face, Junaid just could’nt leave the kid alone, helpless.

Samraat, now lives in the masjid. And he prays daily to his own god.

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More posts on the same pic by supreet and dipankar.
The first in the series of stories was here.

I like nike sites. Though they are made in flash, which takes away some things I am quiet used to nowadays like permalinks. They have this emotional quality to their site which makes me feel to get up and go running. So I guess they have partially succeeded. Full success would have meant me running to their showroom and getting their sneakers.

One thing I absolutely hate about them is as soon as you type “nike.com” you get a splash page which asks which language you want to see the site. Which is okay for a site in multiple languages. When I click English. It shows me a list of countries. Now India (where I live) is’nt there. Also there is’nt anything called “Others” or “Other countries”. What do I do know? Why are they treating me so partially? Isn’t India worth their attention?

I have written earlier about sites in multiple languages here.

I realize that they might not support online purchases in India. And thats the only valid reason I can think of. But why can’t they at least have a “Other countries” where the less fortunate of people come and just window shop?