A Cloudy Afternoon - Karwar beach

Throwback to 2011

A Cloudy Afternoon - Karwar beach

RiP Karwar Beach - Toy-train

#Karwar

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.

#RiP_KarwarBeach_toytrain

#Throwback 2007-2010

#mobilephotography
#phonography #androidphonephotography #mobile_photography
#igers #karwar
#instagram
#sunset
#seascapes
#lifeisbetteratthebeach 
#namma_uk
#karnatakaTourism #GovernmentWorkis....

Abandoned.

Abandoned.
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.

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

Another Sunset from the Tagore Beach Sunset Series at Karwar

“Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart?”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook 

 

Mobile Photography of the Sunset at Karwar, Tagore Beach 

From the Sunset Series

At the High Tea time....

Its late Afternoon, or early evening at #Karwar, and this is how the Sea appears, shiny and shimmering orange.

And a short verse I wrote:
"Men of Wisdom love the Mountains,
And men of Knowledge love the Sea!
In Karwar you will find both of these,
where Mountains stretch into the Sea,
And the Aqua marine color them Green!"
©yogeshnaik

Sunset on the Western Horizon at Karwar...

Sunset at Karwar - Kali River and the Arabian Sea meeting point (Estuary)....
In the Picture -
Devbagh Casurina Forest at the extreme Right,
Kurumgad Island 2nd Right,
Madling-Gad Island - 3rd from Right and
Devgad -Light house Island at the extreme Left....

Kuramgad Island Jatraa

 4km from the mainland, this tortoise-shaped island hilltop Narasimha Temple, which held annual Pushya full moon in early January each year attracts thousands of devotees during the Jatra is famous for. Kurumgad is steeped in history, complete with the remains of a fortress with cannon holes. 

  It is believed that this Half Lion & Half Human diety, Reincarnation of Lord Vishnu in Hindu Mythology, swam accross the sea & made his way to this Island tearing it apart & made it it's abode. The Island has a sweet water pond despite the fact that it is located some nautical miles away from Karwar City in mid Arabian sea.

 Panoramic view of sea, sand, and neighboring islands to enjoy the island’s plateau, or trekking, fishing, dolphin and seal spotting, neighboring islands, diving, snorkelling, treasure hunting activities such as the boat ride involved in guided tours, or star gazing.

Also See -  http://groups.yahoo.com/group/gulf-goans/message/17675 



Older Posts -
http://karwar-daily-pic.blogspot.com/2009/08/devbagh-and-kurumgad-island-view-from.html

http://karwar-daily-pic.blogspot.com/2008/07/fishing-boats-anchored.html

http://karwar-daily-pic.blogspot.com/2008/08/scattered-in-arabian-sea.html

Sandy Beaches

Sandy Beaches

© Morgan Swain

Sprinkle, squish between my toes, 
The smell of ocean to my nose. 
I can feel each grain of sand, 
It falls from air into my hand. 
The shells I find along the shore, 
Picked up by birds that fly and soar. 
They sparkle like the ocean's waves, 
And carry sand from all the lakes. 
I walk along the tip of the sea, 
That’s where my feet leave prints to be. 
I walk all the way to the end of the land, 
The land that holds this beautiful sand.

Read more: Sandy Beaches, Beach Poems http://www.poetryinnature.com/nature/poetry.asp?poem=3567#ixzz1gXIsTBDz 
from www.PoetryInNature.com 

A Path...

Closed Path

I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power,---that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity. But I find that thy will knows no end in me. And when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders. Rabindranath Tagore

Lord Shiva at Murudeshwar

 Lord Shiva represents the aspect of the Supreme Being (Brahman of the Upanishads) that continuously dissolves to recreate in the cyclic process of creation, preservation, dissolution and recreation of the universe.Lord Shiva is the Lord of mercy and compassion. He protects devotees from evil forces such as lust, greed, and anger. He grants boons, bestows grace and awakens wisdom in His devotees. The symbolism discussed below includes major symbols that are common to all pictures and images of Shiva venerated by Hindus. Since the tasks of Lord Shiva are numerous, He cannot be symbolized in one form. For this reason the images of Shiva vary significantly in their symbolism.

Here is one thoughtful saying by Guru Adi Sankaracharya about Lord Shiva.

"Forgive me
Oh, Shiva
My three great sins!
I came on a pilgrimage to Kashi forgetting that, you are omnipresent.
In thinking about you I forgot that, You are beyond thought.
In praying to You I forgot that, You are beyond words."

~Adi Shankara

A Blessed Sunrise.....

Its like God, the Almighty, is Blessing Karwar with His special Gift of Nature, which is so much plentiful, all the year round, and yes including the heat and humidity..... Happy Summer !! 

Tranquil at the Tagore Beach, while Tsunami ravages elsewhere...

Its all calm and tranquil at the Tagore beach.... while a earthquake said to be the 5th largest in the world, sends 10 metre waves to the Northern cost of Japan....

Northern Japan has been swamped by a major tsunami - and the entire Pacific region is now on alert. It was caused by an 8.9-magnitude earthquake that struck 130 kilometres off the eastern coast - sending a 4-metre waves...

Incessant Rains in Karwar - Skywatch Friday

The Rain bearing Clouds have halted at Karwar, since the last fortnight, pouring rains incessantly, even as I post this... And we are predicted to have much more rains ahead...

I guess this fits the Friday Skywatch Theme....

As the Crow flies...

"As the crow flies" is an idiom referencing the shortest route between two points. The phrase is attested in print as early as 1800. Source. In measuring the extent of pollution of a plant/factory, All distances are to be measured as the crow flies...

This thought came to me seeing this crow perched on the boat...

Fishing at the Breakwater

Enjoying a respite fromthe severe Monsoons, I took a Break to visit the Breakwater, and there this boy was patiently waiting for a fish to eat his bait....

The monsoons have made the Arabian Sea Waters look muddy, and the waves seemed to have calmed down a bit, after devouring metres of shorelines all around Karwar and causing massive erosion...

Wikio

Devbagh and Kurumgad Island - View from the Top

The Western view from the Top of the Sadashivgad Hill-Fort....
This is the confulence of the Kali River, the Mavinholl River/backwater and the Arabian Sea....
The entire dark-green-casurina-tree-covered area is the Devbagh Casurina Forest in which there is the Jungle Lodges Resort...

P.s. -
The small muddly line that you see at the right hand of the picture, is my Sunday-Cycling-Trail... :-)

Crown of Clouds

Search Light from Heaven....

After a pretty lllloooonnnnngggg time I am back to my Blog. Had clicked this picture last Sunday and this Song was going on in my mind..... 

Hey God - Jon Bon Jovi

Hey God, I'm just a little man got a wife and family

But I almost lost the house, Yeah I bought into the dream

We're barely holding on when I'm in way too deep

We're two paychecks away from living out on the streets

She's a workin' single mom, like a Saint she don't complain

She never says a word, but she thinks that she's to blame

Her son just got convicted, he blew some punk away

She did her best to raise him, but the world got in the way

Hey God - Tell me what the hell is going on

Seems like all the good shit's gone

It keeps on getting harder hanging on

Hey God, there's nights you know I want to scream

These days you're even harder to believe

I know how busy you must be, but Hey God....

Do you ever think about me

Lonely

Loneliness

Is
An island
In
The middle
Of
A sea of people

R.R (aged 11)

Loneliness is part of being human.
It reminds us that we are not
Complete in ourselves.

David Runcorn

“We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone.
Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.”

Orson Welles

“The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.”

Mother Teresa

“Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.”

Dag Hammarskjold

Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth.
For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures,
and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Francis Bacon

Source

Ocean of Forms - a poem by Nobel Laureate Rabindranath Tagore

Ocean of Forms 

by Rabindranath Tagore

I dive down into the depth of the ocean of forms, 
hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless. 

No more sailing from harbor to harbor with this my weather-beaten boat. 
The days are long passed when my sport was to be tossed on waves. 

And now I am eager to die into the deathless. 

Into the audience hall by the fathomless abyss 
where swells up the music of toneless strings 
I shall take this harp of my life. 

I shall tune it to the notes of forever, 
and when it has sobbed out its last utterance, 
lay down my silent harp at the feet of the silent.