It was a wet week, as the monsoon took itself very seriously. The resident black ibises were busy on the cricket field. A distinct cluster from the blue rock pigeons....things were not so distinct within the classroom though.
Grey langurs - assuming distinctive positions and making themselves at home. I wondered what they thought of logistical regression.
A black kite? Where was the famous resident vulture though?
The rain lilies greeted me on my return. the correlation between the rain and their presence was a perfect 1.
The courtyard framed
A lovely distraction on our classroom wall. I idly wonder who the artist is.
En route to the computer lab.
Could a mathematical expression capture this?
And so we marched on - mining data, analysing factors, scaling on multidemsions!
Another beauty providing relief from the bricks on the wall
The tree avenues were beautiful - peepul, neem in plenty, and not a whole lot of exotics. Frangipani in bloom in some residences as also crepe myrtle.
Through the walking underpass to the new campus. A strong smell of bat and a lovely display of the architectural fundas.
Exposed concrete rather than brick, buut fidelity of the circle is maintained.
The rain kept the students indoors it seemed, as I sloshed my way down deserted avenues, losing my way momentarily. Or was it the time of day?
I love the slick red against the concrete.
I was glad I took those morning walks.
That week was a tonic for the grey cells, a detox for the mind and my soul.
And those chirpy, fearless jungle babblers and the contented spotted doves will always remind me of the campus.