Science Workshop!

Science Workshop! [Via Odyssey Called Life ]

Sanvedana, a Pune Based non profit planned a summer camp for street kids at Hermann Gmeiner Social Centre, Shivaji-Nagar. The summer camp includes sessions on Story telling, Drawing & Painting, Skits (acting), Coaching for chess and Science Workshop for the kids .

If you want to more, you can move along to the Snehal's original post with the same name, Science Workshop ! . Take a look, it's worths your time



Common Name: Baobab
Genus: Adansonia
Species: digitata

I sit here a little sleep deprived talking to you about the baobab tree. Why? you ask am I talking about a tropical tree with an elphantine trunk found mostly in the southern hemisphere. I don't know, I found one here in Pune. It's like finding zebra on the road instead of a cow. I'm being made to understand Baobobs grow in the Kalahari, Madagascar and Central Australia and not in the Pune urban wilderness.

Here's the squib on how I found my Baobab tree.

During the day, I try and study in locations other than my room as a refreshing alternative to my room, which I see enough of in the night. I'm sorry if the post sounds like gibberis- just dismiss it asrealism. Anyways, my room is no place to study duringthe day because its plagued with povercuts, darkness and the heat. Need I mention it's a bloodymess. It's all got something to do with the circles of life.

I usually study at Pune University . The campus is a lush, tropical green something out of a gaughin painting. Pune University was formerly a botanical gardens which was latter converted into a university hundred or so years ago. That's where I found my baobab tree.

No I did get some studying done -- in between the pictures.

Banyan Trees, Doorways of green

Lotus Sans Lotus.


Did I tell you I hate 'preparatory leave' which is basically an euphimism for ' you better study now or you're going to fail' . Anyways it would be comparable to rahul becoming editor for a week.

PL involves spending longs hours at your desk looking out you window.

Enough about exams, which will descend their evil eyes on my soon.

My parents are hosting a dinner for the Miss India-Canada winner [yes they actually have a website]. All this making me depressed I'm going run-on home and imagine the girl from ipanema is feeding me grapes


Teenager's iPod goes boom

Teenager's iPod goes boom

Well not mine, but I was reading this article in The Age about this kid in Melbourne, Australia who was doing some intensive surgery on his ipod. Which I'm being told had been washed[in the machine] by his mum [my worst night-mare].

Don't put your iPod through the washing machine. And if for some reason you do, don't try to fix it with a screwdriver.

Anyways, back to the intensive care surgery- it went terribly wrong- it blew up, blowing a hole in the bed.

The boy was treated by paramedics at his Bayswater home for breathing
difficulties after ingesting fumes emitted by the device as he pulled it apart
in his suburban bedroom about 7.30pm on Wednesday.

Bombay Photo Diary

Bombay Photo Diary
Bombay is a city on it heels, always at the run of things, spurring on endlessly in an endless mass of colour. But the city those also love her holidays whether its to rest at home, eat out, or walk on the beach the city those so with the same fervor and voracity as it those everything else.

On the Train

The day being a Sunday, May 1st it was a double holiday and the trains where empty and there in corner sat a man drying his handkerchief.
Empty trains and commuters peering out waiting for the next the station.

In the Market
Crawford Market Named after Bombay's first municipal commissioner, Arthur Crawford, the Crawford Market is at the northern end of the colonial part of the town, and faces the crowded inner city. An elegant covered market, it dominates the skyline with its clock tower and steeple. The cavernous spaces inside are divided into sections for fruits, vegetables and meat.

Summers in India can mean only one thing Mangoes and places like Crawford market are filled to the brim with crates and crates of this much loved fruit not to mention other summer fruits like watermelons and musk melons.

The following scene reminded me of a detergent advertisement.


There noting like cooling off on a Sunday afternoon then a dive into the sea.

I'm sorry I'm not feeling all that articulate today so I decided to let the pictures do the talking.