Friday, March 29

Rumblings around the wheels...

I often ask myself , “What if I had started cycling sooner?” But then, should I always ask “What if” questions to myself often? No, I will leave behind the “What if” questions and pedal away to reality.

Mountain roads, burning sun and the call of the solitude ....
many times, this is what cycling is all about!

Each time I reflect the places where cycling has taken me, 
I am grateful to God for the new sights and experiences that I have had. 

My life style has totally changed since I took up cycling. 
My primary form of transportation has become cycle since three years. 
Since then, friends have changed, priorities have changed… 
I believe,  even food and drink has changed.  

Seeing us, most country dogs are frightened. Last time, seeing our head gear, 
cycling vests and cycles, this mongrel took to her defense.  

... but then, who said we cannot build friends around wheels? 

From simple rides in the town, it became more elaborate rides across districts and to the nearby hills. Then it became century rides and finally we are into long distant endurance rides (called randonneuring).    


Sunday, March 24

YOU Raise Me Up ....

Subtitling on the photos: "You Raise Me Up" lyrics by novelist and songwriter Brendan Graham. This blog was inspired by the tune of Josh Groban.

Photos : Images I shot and which I'll  never forget... from mountains, rivers and the beaches  I love most.

" Thanks David Jayakar Daniel Uncle.  
You have shared a beautiful song with me in 'You Raise Me Up' "


Thursday, March 7

With Open Hands ...

Dear God,
          I do not know where you are leading me.
      I do not know what my next day,
      my next week, or my next year will look like.
      As I try to keep my hands open,
      I trust that you will put your hand in mine
      and bring me home.
      Thank you, God, for your love.
      Thank you.

Photos: (a) On the way to Roopkund, Himalayas (b) Puthiyapa Fishing Harbour, Kozhikode

Friday, March 1

Happiness on wheels ...

Come, take my eyes 
to see Your own creation,
and my ears to hear
the melodies You compose.  
                     (The Symphony)

gambler. (The Exposure)


God cannot be seen.
He can be recognized.
(The Stranger)

How many

of the loves
and dreams
and fears
of yesteryears
retain their hold 
on you 
(The River)

  Tell him what it means to you to call Him Lord. 
(The Recognition) 

an act
of love,
a kindness
to myself.
(The Mirage)

I did not know 
that the sun,
the moon,
the evening star
were the words
with which he spoke 
to me,
So I never heard
their song,
their cry,
their cosmic silence.
(The Bible)

Words: Late Rev. Anthony de Mellow
Photo: Snaps made during my spins