Monday, February 6, 2017

RiP Karwar Beach - Toy-train


Way back in 2008 this #ToyTrain used to run on a Oval track laid in between the   #Seashore of #Karwarbeach and the #NH17, now #NH66.

#Monsoons of 2 years caused huge #Erosion, washing away the Tracks twice in a couple of years, said to have been a direct result of the #dredging in the Naval Base controlled sea, while it was under construction.

Now only #memories remain.

And the #station got converted into a Restaurant.

A #planetarium also was built in the same period which also got converted to another Restaurant.

Funnily,  the Karwar Municipal Council Web page still refers to the Toy Train, Planetarium, as if they are still 'present'. (Pic attached).

Maybe they are being Sarcastic.


#Throwback 2007-2010

#phonography #androidphonephotography #mobile_photography
#igers #karwar
#karnatakaTourism #GovernmentWorkis....

Monday, November 7, 2016

Yellow Fungus Mushrooms

Clicked at Karwar in this Monsoon...

Bright, Yellow, pretty looking,
Common Jelly
#Fungus #Mushrooms
on dead Wood.

#Tremella_mesenterica (not sure)

Appears in #Rainy weather.

Destroys wood internally.

#mobile_photography #phonography

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Kodibag Jetty

First posted on #Instagram -
This pix was clicked at Kodibag jetty.

This used to be a very busy place when the Kali bridge wasn't constructed prior to 1983.

Now after the government ban on Sand mining, it has become even more desolate.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015


Clicked at #Karwar
This poem seems most apt in the memory of the #child found washed up on the #SyrianBeach

Kids Who Die
by Langston Hughes

This is for the kids who die,
Black and white,
For kids will die certainly.
The old and rich will live on awhile,
As always,
Eating blood and gold,
Letting kids die.

Kids will die in the swamps of Mississippi
Organizing sharecroppers
Kids will die in the streets of Chicago
Organizing workers
Kids will die in the orange groves of California
Telling others to get together
Whites and Filipinos,
Negroes and Mexicans,
All kinds of kids will die
Who don’t believe in lies, and bribes, and contentment
And a lousy peace.

Of course, the wise and the learned
Who pen editorials in the papers,
And the gentlemen with Dr. in front of their names
White and black,
Who make surveys and write books
Will live on weaving words to smother the kids who die,
And the sleazy courts,
And the bribe-reaching police,
And the blood-loving generals,
And the money-loving preachers
Will all raise their hands against the kids who die,
Beating them with laws and clubs and bayonets and bullets
To frighten the people—
For the kids who die are like iron in the blood of the people—
And the old and rich don’t want the people
To taste the iron of the kids who die,
Don’t want the people to get wise to their own power,
To believe an Angelo Herndon, or even get together

Listen, kids who die—
Maybe, now, there will be no monument for you
Except in our hearts
Maybe your bodies’ll be lost in a swamp
Or a prison grave, or the potter’s field,
Or the rivers where you’re drowned like Leibknecht
But the day will come—
You are sure yourselves that it is coming—
When the marching feet of the masses
Will raise for you a living monument of love,
And joy, and laughter,
And black hands and white hands clasped as one,
And a song that reaches the sky—
The song of the life triumphant
Through the kids who die.

#phonography #puneinstagrammers #karwarinstagrammers #travelgram #noedits #grief #childrenof_instagram #stopwar #refugees #worldskidsneedspeace