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Wordless Wednesday No.6



Could not resist a Wordless Wednesday. Clicked at Worli Sea face, Mumbai ,India.

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  1. I am wordless! :)

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  2. YOWSA!

    Nice Wednesday post! I enjoyed it! Come take a look at some "typical male bonding".

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  3. poor man - is he trying to change the light bulb?

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  4. Im speechless!

    Keshi.

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  5. Nice one. He is either a consciously committed Electricity Deptt. worker or a thief with a mission to eliminate wastage.

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  6. Its wonderful photo. Vast sea, turtle like rock and tiny men(???).
    Good one.

    Cheers

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  7. minus that man in action, the pic wouldn't have been wordless. Well captured shot Ps.

    btw when you drop by bangalore next, we will meet...

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  8. Hi PS! All the risks man takes for fend for his stomach!!

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  9. or is he trying to paint the pole?

    great pic! your pic does what a good pic should do. grab your attention and pose a question!

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  10. Joy : :-)

    Flying monkeys:thanks for dropping by! Yours was sweet!

    Pink Dogwood:Don't know.

    Keshi: Keshi being speechless is incredible! :-)

    Hari: don't know--just saw him climbing.

    Karthik:Thanks!

    xh: thanks!

    Indrani: True.Yes we can--I like to meet new people.

    Arvind: Yes--sad.

    Guru:Thanks--i dont know what he was trying to do.

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  11. Thank you for bringing worli seaface to my desktop. :) So whats with Wordless Wednesdays? Sounds interesting!!:)

    I closed my eyes thinking of chowpatti for a second... and I violently shook myself awake when I smelt the warm seabreeze garnished with the stench of peed-on walls and chatpatta channa:) I guess I've beem a migrant in this city for too long!:)Sigh!

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  12. What the heck!? Happy WW.

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  13. heheh what's he doing there?

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  14. hanging midway, sort of how I feel today :)

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  15. yep :)


    btw come n take part in my current post ok ;-)

    HUGS!
    Keshi.

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  16. nice post and nice blog template tooo, where do u get tht?

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  17. ahh! worli sea face...

    brings memories...my visits to mumbai as a child and astonished by the many umbrellas on the beach with surprise! surprise!...2 pairs of legs underneath...:D..

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  18. Thats a really great shot....balanced antics!!

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  19. 'Many hands make light work'...or in this case...'Many lights make Hans work'..(if he was German)...

    So come on everybody...How many Psychaitrists does it take to change a light bulb?

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  20. Terrific picture!I've only just discovered WW. Great isn't it!

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  21. Luvly pic P....ur eye caught dis so well....im sure none wudve bothered to see it. Now u know y i like u sooooooo much.:)u r amazingggggggg!!!!

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  22. All: Thanks everyone!! I started to reply individually but realised I'd only be repeating myself--so taking the easy way out--and saying thanks to all!

    Niall: One--but the light bulb must WANT to change :-) :-)

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  23. wow how did he get up there

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  24. I love photography n ur wordless wednesday posts r gr8...i hv aphotostream on flickr..jus in case if u hv time u can go thru it: http://flickr.com/photos/radhika_vunnam/

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