Aghori trailer - Comic from HCE

Written by Ram V ( our son in law)
It is mind blowing, stunning, simply awesome : watch and enjoy.
Hats off to the whole team.

Two Is Better Than One

I am sharing here a blog written by my husband Ananth, I thought, my blogger friends would like it:

 TWO IS BETTER THAN ONE 

Most of my School and college days were spent in the balmy city of Madras in the grandparental home in Mylapore. Balmy because of the close proximity to the Bay of Bengal, the Santhome beach being just a stone’s throw away. As the youngest at home, it fell on me to run little errands for my aunts, uncles, and grandparents, buying household provisions, odds and ends from the Bazaar street round the corner. I loved this Bazaar street with its myriad little shops purveying all kinds of goodies. Their offerings to my various senses was equally pleasant : rhythmic thump thump thump of the motorized pounding machine releasing to the atmosphere pungent odour of red chillies, the heady aroma of roasting coffee beans, the sweet smell of roasting chickpeas from Panchaksharam’s Pattani shop, a sudden draft of cold air while passing by the Manickam Ice candy factory. Ramanathan the ice candy man was also the leg spinner of our underarm street corner cricket team.


Our Lady of Bon Secours school ( upto 5th Std. only) was at the farthest end of the Bazaar street from our home, and this was my daily commute to school, a walk of about 15 minutes each way. I knew each and every shop on this street like the back of my hand and every roadside vendor including the petty vegetable ladies displaying their wares in neat small stacks ( kooru in Tamil ) for retail sale and no bargaining.


Basha Bhai’s roadside stall was the favourite of the little boys, with a small mob always milling around him. For reasons I cannot fathom till today, there were well defined seasons in the year for various games and toys : for marbles, for gilli danda, for the spinning top ( a thumbtack delicately hammered in on its head for perfect balance) for colorful toy kites and special pink and orange manja to go with the kites : and Basha Bhai had the best of these goodies. His catapults made out of seasoned wood from the guava tree was the best, or so he claimed. Although I had no Algebra at that time, I was the first on the buzzer to answer one of his trick questions on this subject and was rewarded with that catty, and a prophecy that one day I would become a great man. Basha Bhai had come to Madras from Tirunelveli in the deep South, and had no family to call his own.


But all this is digressing. Once in a blue moon, I would sally forth to Bazaar street to buy a razor blade for my grandfather for his daily shave. Wilkinson Sword was his brand and the blade had four shaving edges ( two sides x front & back ) the numbers neatly printed on the blade so that one could choose the edge for the day’s shave. My grandfather frugal man that he was, kept a green, translucent whetstone made of glass in the shape of a soap dish, the surface suitably roughed up to hone the edges of the blade by stropping it along the surface with neat small strokes. The blade then would last forever and ever.


Of course, in those days Grandfather had all the time in the world to do the sharpening, pick the correct edge of the blade, unscrew the razor handle, remove the top plate, sandwich the blade in between the two plates, screw it tight again, ready for the shave.


A few decades later, Gillette came with the very handy disposable razor for people on the move. Many more years of serious and sustained research led to the development of the twin Blade razor, the underlying theory being two blades are better than one, and certainly better for the Company’s bottomline. The Gillette Mach 3 was but a natural evolution from the twin blade contraption : How could three be any less than two ? I doubt if even a master marketeer like Gillette would dare to venture beyond three. One cannot fool all the people all the time.


Taking a cue from Gillette ( two is better than one), a simple biological Sewage Treatment Plant in Bangalore ( A truly Hitech city) has been built with two stages of Aeration. Even common barbers have become environmental consultants in the great state of Karnataka, where earlier only plumbing consultants roamed free.

Dr. Ananth S Kodavasal August 23, 2012

RAMNARAYAN VENKATESAN

        A Brief Introduction:

Ramnarayan Venkatesan ( Ram V) became our Son in law when he married our daughter
Puja ( Mathanki) in May of 2009. Ram, a Chemical Engineer by training ( M.S – U Penn, Philadelphia – 2008) on returning home joined his family business of catalysts and
specialty chemicals for use in the petroleum, fertilizer, steel industry etc.

Ram is a person of many parts and talents. He is an artist and does beautiful sketches with
pencil and the brush pen :

Ram is a musician - plays the guitar, plays the tabla and can hold his own with any
good musical band. Ram is an inveterate movie addict, and unlike most of us casual
moviegoers, can dissect the work into its many components – technical, cultural, moral,
artistic and other attributes. A voracious reader, Ram is knowledgeable on subjects that
you and I might think to be obscure and have little time for.

Writing is what Ram is most passionate about. His short stories grip you with an uneasy
sense of fear and foreboding with a hint of the horror yet to unfold, leaving the rest to
your now fully aroused imagination.

Ram got his big opportunity when Holy Cow Entertainment ( HCE) , a premier Indian
Publisher of comic books and graphic novels for readers of today, signed him up to write
for a comic book series - the Aghori

The First volume of the Aghori will be formally released at the Comic Con event in
Bangalore on Sept. 8 & 9 at the Koramangala Indoor stadium.

More about Aghori and where it is available :

at Homeshop 18 here http://tinyurl.com/AGH1H18

@ Flipkart http://tinyurl.com/AGH1FLPKRT

and @ infibeam http://tinyurl.com/AGH1INFBM

So Aghoris spread the word! Share, Tweet, Blog - The Aghori arrives - September ( Launches at the B'lore Comic Con!)

Pencilled by Vivek Goel and Painted by Anirudh Sainath
To know more about the meaning of Aghori, you can go to Wikipedia.

My Mother

Call it happenstance ; call it a strange coincidence : the past few days for no known reason, my mother has been constantly in my thoughts. And then the realisation.
Twenty five years ago, on this month, on the 8th of July my mother had gone to consult the doctor for her chronic pain in the leg – a legacy from an ill fated tonga ride in Agra from decades ago. Temporary relief from the excruciating pain was all she hoped for.

While conducting his usual examination, the doctor was alarmed when he noticed abnormal palpitations in her heart, and immediately sent for the nurse to conduct further tests. Right on the examination table, my mother suffered a massive heart attack and collapsed in a heap. All emergency measures to resuscitate her failed, and she was pronounced dead. It all happened in a flash that she might not have had time to ponder on the fact that instead of getting minor relief from pain that she had sought, the good Lord had chosen to relieve her of the greater pain of life.
 She was just 63, was very active taking care of two school going grandchildren, cooking for the family, literally seeing to it that everything was in order and the household ran to clockwork precision.

Although she would voice her discomfort off and on, nobody really paid any serious attention to the problems faced by her both physically and mentally. She wanted to do so many things in her life, see so much of the world, experience things outside the ordinary and the drudgery of the daily grind : but the pressures of the family tied her down to the small, dingy two bed room apartment in Besant Nagar, Madras. 

 My father too was a very family oriented person but in a different sort of way with no interest in things that mattered to my mother, or indeed other members of the family : his idea of family and the good life were diametrically opposite to those of his immediate kin. He frequently chided my mother for harbouring such “outlandish” desires, when her priorities should be - husband, children and grandchildren in that order. In the event, she had to perforce curb her desires and lead the kind of life she was absolutely not interested in, bordering on the loathsome.

Everyone needs a break once in a while - go to some place new, do something of their own
choice, but no : even if she went to visit somebody or to stay in her relative’s house, my father would insist that they take one / two grandchildren along. That too, on his scooter which my mother hated with all her heart. She loved her grand children alright, but that did not mean she wanted them to tag along wherever she went. My parents used to end up fighting all the time on this account, and since my father was and is very domineering, my mother would eventually have to give in, every time.

 
My parents went to the US in the year 1990 for the first time to visit my sister in Boston. Despite strong and vocal protests from my sister and my mother as well, my father insisted on taking his 9 year old grandson along on the foreign jaunt.

 My mother and my sister, both poor things had to put up with my father’s stubborn pig headed ways, his whims and fancies. She always used to say, she was blessed with very good in laws, and it was my father instead, who was the real tyrant, the ogre causing all the trouble, trauma and misery. Although my parents were first cousins who happened to get married, they could barely get along : if my mother went right, my father would always go left - they could never see eye to eye on any matter of importance. Because my mother was not working or having her own income, she was forced to lead a submissive life with him. She loved him for the few brief flashes of goodness in him, but he never loved her the way she wanted to be loved by him. I am sure it is the same story in many families of that era. One had to live a life resigned to one’s fate.

 

Coming to the point of my remembering her, I feel we too, as daughters were not very sensitive to her needs and her pain for we were too busy with our own little family and our children, we were so involved in deciphering our lives, that somehow her problems were not so much of a concern for us at that point in our lives. Now looking back, I feel so guilty of not understanding her problems and not having offered her any succour.

 Of course we used to fight with our father to take good care of her, take her out, take her to places she wanted to visit, take her to a good doctor, and make her life more enjoyable, but it had no effect on him, he never changed, and he has remained that way to this day.

Now, when I think of all the illness she suffered through silently both physical and mental, I wish I had the determination to bring her forcibly to our home and showed her to a good doctor. She did come to our home in Bangalore a couple of weeks before her death to visit me ( and my nephew along with her) for a brief visit of only 10 days. I was so happy to see her, and she was shocked to see me with a bob cut : she couldn't believe I had the guts or the heart to cut off my long wavy hair. Soon we were chatting all day, and I asked her where she would like to go etc. For which she told me she wanted to just visit all her close relatives, her cousins, her very dear sister, and her friends whom she had not met in a long while. We took her everywhere she wished to go, my husband playing the ever obliging chauffeur ( in those days he was mostly jobless at home), and we were so happy to see her so happy and the people she met also were so happy to see her. We took her to one of those exhibitions with Ferris wheel and other attractions on the RBANM School grounds in Ulsoor, where she had lots of her favourite ice cream, chilli bajji, paani puri and pink gossamer cotton candy. The child in her could not to be repressed on this wonderful day. We gorged shamelessly on all kinds of street food she loved to eat. She thoroughly enjoyed herself. Not even the severe indigestion we feared we might suffer the next day took away the delight from my mother’s face. The memory of that wonderful and carefree evening I spent with my dear mother still brings tears of joy from my eyes.

She taught me all the dishes which I wanted to learn from her. She had plenty of rest,  away from the really tiring and tension filled life she was leading in Madras with my father, my brother and his family. The Bangalore weather also was much enjoyed by her as it was cool as heaven compared to the furnace called Madras.
However, I noticed she would go off to sleep very often, and I attributed it to her having no worries or tension, and did not bother her as I too was happy she was finally able to rest peacefully. Once or twice she would ask for some Crocin saying she was feeling a little feverish, and when I suggested we visit a doctor she refused saying it was just a mild fever, which the trusty Crocin would take care of.

 My mother got her menopause pretty late in life, and she must have gone through a lot of pre-menopausal symptoms, with its attendant aches and pains, hot flashes : her leg pain could have been aggravated because of the havoc that the hormones tend to play at that time, plus the irritating life she was leading with my father. Now when I think about all those things, I wonder how my mother managed to live through it all.

 Around that time also she had the cataract operated upon in one eye : in those days only one eye at a time was the norm. Not having any domestic help, she had to immediately get down to the daily household chores, work in the heat of the kitchen etc. The healing of the eye over, she was forced to wear thick glasses prescribed by the doctor. She hated glasses as they made her very uncomfortable, but she wore them nevertheless. Soon enough, she had to undergo the trauma of surgery on the other eye as well.

 How she would have loved to travel carefree to all the parts of world, and in India too, she wanted to see so many places. She was a voracious reader: she used to love novels like Perry Mason, James Hadley Chase, Georgette Heyer, and all the M&B offerings she could lay her hands on. Romantic novels in Tamil too were her favourites. Despite her multifarious problems, she always wore a smile on her face. She had no interest in decking herself with jewels : she always wore a seven diamond studded nose ring called Besari and the traditional 7 diamond studded earrings, and her Kodi and the yellow thread round her neck. 

 She had sacrificed so much in her life bringing us up, taking care of each and every need of ours, supporting us and shielding us from the wrath of our father when we did things that might have angered him.

Mother you were too good for us – sometimes I feel we didn't deserve you, and when you are no longer here, we think of you often, though now it is too late to do anything about it. 

Time is like a river that never stays still, but keeps flowing, and you have flown like the river, leaving us behind to stagnate in our guilt. 

 Today when my leg pains sometimes, my thoughts immediately go back to you ; when I go through menopause, I think of you ; when I am in comfort, I think of you ; when I see how loving and caring my husband and my children are, I think of you. I don't need a mother's day to think of you, since you are in my thoughts all the time.
Mother, I pray everyday for you, I am sure you are in a place where you are absolutely happy, healthy and fine.
My only advice to people who still have their parents, to think of their happiness and try to spend as much quality time with them, and never take them for granted.

Self-pity: a bane or a boon

How often have you been told, not to wallow in self pity?
You pity yourself, your situations in life, your traumas, your failures in life, your disappointments etc. You may not even be confiding  your disappointments in life to others, maybe just grumbling within yourself, and if you are grumbling within people's earshot, why should any one pounce on you and start advising that self pity is not going to solve your problem?
I personally feel that self pity is the most important  and natural feeling in a person's life, for while you are feeling sad for yourself and thinking, and crying, it kind of purges you of all the negativity that has been building inside of you.  After a good cry over your problems you feel totally relaxed and totally empty of any signs of depression, as self pity makes you take stock of your life, makes you analyse the mistakes that could have been averted by you, and a sense of enlightenment, no  less than what Gautama Buddha achieved under the Bodhi Tree dawns upon you.
Tell me, did you not feel good after a good cry?
It is good to  release all the pent up emotions, and finally feel free. However, you will find people looking down at you for indulging in this behavior, and making you feel more depressed and making your confidence level go down further, and would even say that you are very low in self esteem.
We Indians don't need psychologists/ psychiatrists to show us the way, for we ourselves have this gift of looking at the pros and cons of our situations, and "drowning in self pity" as they refer to it, is the very beginning of doing it. It is almost like a meditation, after you finish your crying session you feel totally grounded and know exactly what  has to be done. It is your conversation with yourself.
For you alone know, what is affecting you, no outsider can ever know your situation better than you, for your pain is your very own and the medicine for healing that pain too is right within you. You may go and waste hard earned money on psychiatrists who would fleece you by the hour, but, the options shown by him/ her has already been explored by you, and you realize that the solution to your problem does not lie elsewhere, but is right within you.
From my own experience, I would say self pity has enhanced me, made me a better person, more analytical, more composed, more matured, more stronger, and I have emerged out of many a difficult situation in life wonderfully. It never bothered me, what opinion people had of me or of my indulgence in self pity, for I knew it was god sent, and I had  nothing to feel ashamed of indulging in it, whenever the need arose in my life. In fact the need becomes lesser and lesser, as you master the art of taking control of your life: becoming the master of your own destiny.
It is not like a drug, that you might get addicted, or something that might drag you into deeper and deeper depression, or any kind of mental illness. In fact,  it is an elixir of life, which can bring you out of all these problems, and make you appreciate the positives in your life.
People make statements about "self pity", without understanding its true meaning. For to appreciate light one must experience darkness for  a while.
Everyone has a certain destination in life, but the path chosen by each of  us, need not be the same. It is better to let your guard down whenever you  feel like, rather than suppressing all your sadness and disappointments under the false garb of a seemingly tough person: who do you want to impress,  certainly not a bunch of people who would not lift a finger towards your upliftment,  for they themselves are a confused lot, not knowing right from wrong.

Do the thing that gives you most comfort, have a good cry, drown all you want in self pity, and see yourself coming out as a free and confident person, full of energy, ready to tackle anything in life with a big smile. Also remember, tears are good for the eyes, they are good moisturiser for your eyes, you would never suffer from dry eye syndrome and may never have to use Artificial Tear Drops. Let the natural tears flow and show you the right  path to choose.
While reading about the topic " Self pity", and about how people have conditioned their minds against this natural emotion, made me write this. I feel people should come out of this wrong belief and let their inner sense guide them from darkness to clarity, let the tears of self pity wash away the various emotional blockages and help them come out feeling totally free.
So what's your take, let me know: Self pity: is it a good and healthy therapy or not?

Turn Fit, burn midnight fat

I would like to take you back to  the days  when I struggled to establish myself as an Aerobics Instructor way back in year 1995 . The story goes somewhat like this:

   

It is two years since I added yet another facet to my multifarious personality (housewife, part -time writer, Reiki master) : I lay claim to being an established Aerobics Instructor. I get to remain fit at the expense of others not so naturally endowed . Which other career gives you this bonus in addition to a little money/ or lots of money for the lucky few in the pocket ?

 Not that it was a piece of cake , as I soon found out. First, the need to secure a big  enough hall for the workouts, at a reasonable rent in a decent  neighbourhood; next to secure and  retain the requisite number of students in order to break even. The former problem was overcome by a stroke of extreme good luck, after a patient vigil of over six months.

The lesson learnt was not lost while tackling the next order of business: not to providence would I leave the task of gathering enough students. The good news was braodcast far and wide  by mouth.
Target populations were idendtified--- pink, yellow and green fliers were sent out  along with weekend newspapers. Strategic locations were found, to hang up brightly painted sign- boards.  Aerobic demonstrations were held at neighbourhood ladies clubs and meetings. Print media was further peppered with knowledgeable articles on health and fitness by Rama Ananth ( Aerobics Instructor). The neighbourhood newspaper carried weekly panels in bold advertising, wooing individually and severally housewives, husbands, singles, doubles, students, office- goers, early risers, late risers and what have you, I had batches for everybody.

My copy writing skills were honed to perfection during this time : Witness - "Sweat out your inches and get into your jeans" 
or "Lose weight, lose inches gain confidence", 
"Want to get into your swimsuit,  come join " Shape Aerobics", where fitness is fun 
or 
" Keeping Fit Has Never Been More Fun !" 
And I would always add "Call Now", as if it was some life and death matter.
My creative juices began to gush out like a burst BWSSB water main.

In no time , the phone began to ring endlessly (music to my hears) : I had visions of the cash register jingling likewise, not mention visions of  the morning,  afternoon and evening  classes I would conduct everyday. I would have my hands full- What do I tell the poor souls I could not accommodate?  

Please wait, you are in queue ?

 And the husband -- I would show him : I would make enough money to walk out of 16 years of drudgery.

But alas!  everything was khalas !

The ringing bell only proved to be a false alarm. The callers invariably had an excuse for not signing up. Even after long drawn sales pitches and free advice on exercising, dieting, fitness etc., the quarry didn't bite. 

I was astounded at the variety of excuses  these callers came up with : the one to take the cake was,  "I need my husband's permission",  that too in an era where husbands are thrown out at the slightest pretext, ( to think that was my plan too).

 Business was dull, I was ready to sign up as a freelance advertising copywriter provided there were any takers for the crap I came up with. The husband didn't make matters any better:  "So when do you plan to move out darling,  got some money for your plane, train, or bus ticket, or do you plan to jog all the way,  was his idea of a good laugh--- the depraved dolt.

Well things got a lot better as days went by, I was well established in my line, I continued to write articles on fitness, in the Times Of India, continued to laugh at myself in my middles in the Deccan Herald: a lot of water has flown under my troubled bridge : being the type who never give up I sailed through quite safely . 

I have learnt to master the vagaries of my profession and keep under control my seething irritation provoked by these "time pass" callers. 

 When a recent caller asked for a convenient timing at a reasonable fee, my husband, who has a keen nose for business suggested,  "start a midnight batch love, and offer a 50 per cent discount".
 Any takers ? 

  Tring....tring..............triiiing, 

Oh my God! the phone is ringing  and I can hear my cash register jingling, I have to go. Bye bye.

That was my story, did you like  it?

(Was published as a Middle in the Deccan Herald, and I got a measly  sum of Rs. 250 for that)

       

London, Spain And Portugal

We visited London, Spain and Portugal in 2007, and I still can't forget how lovely the whole trip was.  In this blog I will cover only London.
We went around London all by ourselves, taking the Tube, seeing all the important places and having lot of fun window shopping (people like us can only do window shopping). It was during the month of October, the winter was just setting in, and it was pretty cold. Luckily for us during our 3/4 days stay there it never rained.

 Tate Modern Art Museum: visit this place for the entrance is free.
 Established in 2000 in a converted power station and located right along the Thames, this museum houses international and modern art from the 1900’s on. The exhibits change frequently so stop on by every time you’re in town.


Graffiti has always been the most controversial form of art. It all began some 30,000 years ago. However, defacing public property has come a long way. Previously associated with gangs and crime, graffiti has evolved into an international art form that encompasses public artistic and political expression. The illegality of spraying your name, artwork or political opinions on public property has produced an array of techniques, explored the most forbidden themes and created an international culture of unconventional artists.  The intention of the artist is to send a message to the general public.
This picture was to show that I was here.

We visited Hyde Park, searched and searched and finally found Petticoat lane market, and found it was closed, so we went and saw an adjacent market which was useless.



 More window shopping and more walking, we would get dropped at some central point around 8.30 in the morning, and we would roam the streets of London till evening around 5.30, the drop and pickup was done by my husbands sister, who is a Doctor there.

 The famous London Bridge

One cannot leave London without a mandatory visit to Harrods. Forget shopping, for either some things are not worth buying for the amount mentioned, or there are things that are good but beyond our means, so the next best thing is to just look around. You can also get yourself photographed by your husband, who is absolutely bored  with the whole idea of window shopping or any shopping for that matter .

From its humble beginnings as a grocer and tea merchant in 1834, to the Terracotta Palace filled with luxury merchandise, Harrods continues to go from strength to strength, guided by its philosophy ‘anything is possible’. I like their motto.

 The Tower of London

The Big Ben.

This pretty green bridge is the Westminster's Bridge.

The observation wheel turns slow enough for people to embark while it is moving. A complete turn takes about 30 minutes. Thanks to the construction of the glass capsules on the outer side of the rim,
the passengers have a great 360° view over London. Many famous landmarks are clearly visible, for on a clear day you can see as far as 40 km (25 miles).

 The well known Red Telephone Booth, had to take a picture here

No. 10 Downing Street is the official home and office of Britain's Prime Minister. Have a look at the building looking through the gates from Whitehall. Have your photo taken with the house in the background

 Trafalgar Square

 A view of the London Eye

 I simply loved these row of buildings, they looked so strikingly neat and beautiful

The Changing of Guard Ceremony is free to watch, if you have the time and interest.

Although Guinness may appear to be black, it is officially a very dark shade of ruby.
Studies claim that Guinness can be beneficial to the heart. Researchers found that antioxidant compounds in Guinness, similar to those found in certain fruits and vegetables, are responsible for health benefits, because they slow down the deposit of harmful cholesterol on the artery walls. I had to taste it, and believe me it tasted  real good.

Oh, there are so many things one can do in London, the best part is walking everywhere, taking in the  atmosphere, enjoying the really chilly weather and one can go on and on, but only as a tourist, for I don't think I would like to live in a place that, for most of the time looks pretty grey and gloomy and wet.
Looking back, I feel very grateful, that I was fortunate enough to visit this lovely country, in this life time.

The Grand Canyon At Sunset

We are always fascinated by sunsets and sunrises. There are so many places all over the world, where people have gone out of their way,  just to witness the magic. enacted by the Sun.  I witness the magic of the sunset every evening from our  house, it looks beautiful as ever, I feel the sunsets are always beautiful from anywhere.
Anyway, during our visit to Grand Canyon, I felt my trip would remain incomplete without viewing the world famous sunset there, so here are some pictures of the sunset at the Grand Canyon.

One has to be very patient to watch the sun set, and to wait for the beautiful colors to unfold itself slowly, be ready with the camera to capture as much as possible. We didn't carry a tripod, because, it is kind of irritating to carry anything extra during vacations. But everybody who was a professional was there with one. One has to be very careful, for the rocks could be very slippery, one should always keep looking where we have set ourselves to take the pictures.
 It was also threatening to rain heavily any moment, but luckily God listened to my sincere prayers, and we could take a few pictures there.

Some how,  the sea, the river, the clouds and the sunsets, the snow capped mountains, never fail to take us into deep meditation, despite finding ourselves surrounded by people, somehow one is drawn so deeply into these natural beauties, that one hardly is aware of the background: one just becomes one with nature.
Of course in India, you would mostly find such places very noisy, and distracting, but in the Grand Canyon, it was as if, there was a un- written rule of silence that everyone followed : each one of us positioned at various vantage points, waiting very patiently for the Sun to come and demonstrate his skills: it was simply awesome!
There was pin drop silence: except for the clicking of the cameras

  

One can sit forever and watch the changing play of light and shadows thrown by the sun

Look at the riot of colors, that keeps changing every second, that one ends up taking so many from the same angle : only the colors are different,

Just behind me is the rainbow, not very clear, still it felt good to stand there and get photographed

I don't exactly remember, but, I think, we took these pictures from Hopi Point, which is supposed to be one of the best points to watch the Sunset, without any obstructions.

I read somewhere,"The Grand Canyon is about seeing the beautifully exposed pile of rock that makes up the Canyon and this changes from every view point you visit."

Each location has its own beauty of sunset to be enjoyed

 If you have the time, then visiting as many view points as you could would really be good. One should also come and visit this place during the onset of winter. It is indeed fascinating, to observe how monuments and temples make entrances and exits and change shape as your angle of view varies.
If one has the time, interest and money too,  many things can be done at the Grand Canyon. However people like us with limited budget, and time have to be grateful we could at least see this beautiful place in our lifetime.

(The pictures were taken by Ananth).