The Twists and Turns, do not hinder communication always.......and sometimes make the exchange feel more stronger..
The super junior spectator at a primary school football match.
Diamonds facing!
The Twists and Turns, do not hinder communication always.......and sometimes make the exchange feel more stronger..
The super junior spectator at a primary school football match.
The Air Bender !
A monastery on the edge of a hill - an unstable rock surface near the monastery- Milan, the young monk and Wind, both seemed forever present.............
Gliding along!
A peaceful monastery on a hilltop.
A boy from the monastic school, just before the start of school ........and paper rockets for all times....
Eye am here!
The eyes that invited -a pose for breath- a tribal boy in Malana.
Reaching new heights!
The massive 11th century granite temple structure and a passerby who unknowingly rose himself to the Cholan accomplishment....
Employed to beautify!
Place: Karkadaiyur, Tamilnadu.
A refreshing walk through the windy rice fields to find a serene looking tree that gave a meaning to the vast landscape.
A scene between harvests.
The Himalayan Trance!
Place: Chhitkul, Himachal PradeshThe Baspa River with the great Himalayan background and the dense pine forests provided the perfect setting for a quiet evening exploration.
United we sit!
When the village men with their colourful caps got together for an evening ritual of gossiping.
??......!
A simple tribal girl from a weaving community.Seemed quite undisturbed and continued to pose, but her gentle shy side that smiled now and then, was 'not ok' with eye contact ........contemplation lasted.
Die Freude am Leben !
When wind and rain drops generated joy and smiles..............
Pressing Needs!
An untiring mother, who prepared her long-weeping child to pose for a photograph.
The Indo-Greek
Those eyes conveyed events of the past and the expression on the face took one by surprise.
The ancient village of Malana and its faces -according to history and researchers has a Greek connection.
Tribes of Malana
One of those simple faces of the Malana that got thrilled at the sight of a visitor...
A simple tribe yet complicated in its culture, living on an isolated mountain top.
Way of the shepherd
A lazy afternoon in the lazy settlement of Chhitkul. Taking a rarely grazed path through the Great Himalayas, found this shepherd driving his reluctant sheep towards the village. An everyday battle which pleased him.
"Alright....i'll smile"
Walked out of the guest house on a foggy morning to find a serene looking face.Was difficult to say of she smiled or stared. Momtai, a 4 year old, one among the 500 residents in the scenic little settlement of Chhitkul.
Pause in the dark!
Place: Dresden, Germany
When light through this dark pathway froze human movement to look like a sketch.
King's view
Place: Castle Heidelberg, Germany.
An overwhelming evening experience at the castle Balcony at Heidelberg, from where the 'Kaiser' viewed his tiny city.
A strange architectural set up with an evident Mughal flavour.
They never walked!
Place: Schloss Schönbrunn, Vienna, Austria.Was beautifully carved.. ...and demanded a second look through the viewfinder.
Depicted the last princess of Vienna and her Hesitation.
Way up!
The uncertain forest routes on this rainy evening at the castle garden at Nymphenburg,was a place to find fitness enthusiasts undeterred by harsh weather.
Speed of light!
On the top of a tower which was constructed for the Munich Olympics in year 1972.
Waves of freezing cold winds and numb hands were the only vivid memories, when i ventured to capture this beautiful traffic pattern.
A passive shopper!
More or less, an open Backpack, where he accommodated himself and followed his father without an effort. The serene looking Flee market in Dresden situated along river Elbe - a popular Saturday morning routine.
What about us?
However, Time is the medium...
Place: The corniche at pondichery.
India's first !
A capture, couple of hours before sunset.
Warning amidst confusion
Although not vividly expressed owing to lot of other colored elements, that 'killer stare' was for me,the final warning.
Stroked over!
An appearance that demanded attention - Colors of contrast decorating the forehead.
Routine can be quite different from belief, but he probably did enough to get himself a meal for the afternoon.
WATER + Water + (earth)
This tiny ancient city was completely washed away by a wild hurricane in the year 1964. And now it exists an uninhabited island closest to Srilanka (30 km), near Rameswaram.
A place where 'insignificance' was constantly revealed even at a distance of few meters, as nature ate up petty sized objects.
The experience of being, was sufficient.
ps: The tiny objects are tourists and vehicles.
Rail-sail !
A north bound train crosses the Bay of Bengal at Pamban, 30 minutes before sunset.
For the passengers it is a 3 km sail on water.
View of the train from the equally long Pamban bridge.
Where lines converge!
It was the temple corridor at Rameswaram in South Tamil Nadu. The rest is known.
Dream loner!
Before he could, he had to wait for 24 more enthusiasts.
Escape to freedom!
A parking lot that seemed dangerously far.
I waited.......watched them reach,unanchor and sail further deep.
ELEPHANT house
A place called Mahanavamidibba at Hampi.
Pit-stop!
- short after i left a shirt to dry.
Acid darbari within!
Certainly may stand incomparable to a Himalayan experience.
However, the 360 degree view of space open to nature was an experience in itself. Drops of rain from the threatening clouds added to the disbelief.
When things gradually came to a standstill ,it was 'Acid Darbari' of 127 hours that was playing within.
The 16th Century frame!
The pillars here - firm old frames!
Every single place where one might rest for breath, stood in the vicinity, an effort towards architecture, to relish............................even for the weak pair of eyes.
Destined to reach!
Reminded me of those texts (now almost in obscurity).Those that have been torch-bearers for the brave who did dare to journey across...Here however,it was the Tungabhadra river shaped by the picturesque setting all around and the destination being twenty minutes away.
Talking stones!
Details of the ribs sticking out like that of a collapsed cage and the life sculpted to the faces not just conveyed ideas but were sufficient to express the value for art.
Deep enough!
Place: Hampi
The rocks may have camouflaged this elephant against people. But splashing revealed it all!
The ritual of a morning bath seemed to be the best time for pranks.
Alone, never lonely!
Mostly uninhabited except for a few tourists.
This picture was set at the Hemakuta Hill in Hampi that supposedly offers a peaceful view of the sunset of which the clouds deprived me.
With a strong current of wind and a couple of langurs behind me, this room of worship located on a slope with a serene looking tree at the entrance blended with a cold color tone was for me the mood of this place.
After Art!
The monolithic stone chariot being a masterly work of art and the temple 'Mandapa' with 56 musical pillars resonating to "Sa Re Ga Ma" of Indian classical music being an experience.
The fact is still puzzling as to how Sound could be programmed into a stone pillar in the 16th century, while the destroyed temple gate was proof enough that even art was programmed into every stone that went into building this huge temple complex.
A Rare Feet!
The concept of 'The Superhuman' in the Jaina Religion finds its expression here at Sravanabelagola in the south of Karnataka, Southern India- An 18m high figure of the all-renouncing Bahubali carved to perfection.
A drizzling 7'o'clock morning, when the priest was found performing a ritual for a couple of followers who found themselves secure.
A different war!
Detailed carving of thousands of such mini war elephants pressing against each other, competing to circumambulate the sanctum, was a constant characteristic in all temples of the Hoysala period in the Hassan District of Karnataka.
Belur, the place, one of the ancient capitals of the Hoysala Empire.
Goethe's Violet
This is certainly not a rose. But the teaching holds valid for the entire world of flora that gives away its fragrance for free.
The unconditionality in giving away....should then be worthy of contemplation.
This was shot in the southern Indian region of Kerala.
- A scene where this flower patiently tolerated a relatively heavy striking from the water pipes, with the underlying wisdom that promised endurance and growth.
And hailing from such a gentle source, this falling drop may never hurt the earth.
The unfair fairs!
With open confession of my inability to explain what he had in mind while he was photographed, i introduce to you this young friend who occupied a corner in one of those busy Chennai streets during a Temple festival.
For a change, i was insisted to photograph by an unusually overwhelming smile that all of a sudden switched over to.........i don't know what.....!
He belonged to that tribe of hunters from northern India who were prohibited entry into forests and were forced to migrate and take up selling for a living.They are seen living now more in the southern region.
That plaything on the forehead probably pointed to a whole lot of unsold products....a point of concern.
But it is a fascinating fact that this selling community persists inspite of weak responses.
The Papershade protected nothing while the umbrella played the selling platform..
Bond makes Safe!
A dangerous tent to sit under and breakfast, but this Mahout had once even used it as a shelter against rain. He fears not!
The interwoven bond that forms between an Elephant and its Mahout is an indian bed-time story.
Elephant taming is a famous 'family business' here.The Mahout as boy, is assigned an elephant calf and the attachment they share towards each other grows in range and dimension with time.
This was outside a temple here in South India.
- The Elephant, automated to bless devotees while the Master watched on.
'Drum'a of Life
Constant playing of the "Dholak", "Dolki" and "Damru" were his only purpose until he found customers - A fascinating young man, from the northern part of India who had travelled to the southern coast of Pondichery with hopes, initially hesitant to being photographed until few words were exchanged.
He perhaps did not know if his beats were rendered to perfection, but he enjoyed the rhythm and was by all means driven by it.
Accompanied by couple of his fellow mates, he was constantly being watched over by a manager who probably was his sponsor.
That implied i had to keep off.
After school.........
After the shutter snapped back, nothing really had happened to the kid. It was the age-old gimmick, a mother normally plays.
An act to re-establish the fact that she was the mother! But the girl seemed to be nonchalant.
One could just like that find such kids on Indian streets. Waiting desperately every afternoon for the school bells to ring, then speed back with barefoot to their vendor parents.Sometimes, critical competitions to reach back esp. when siblings are involved.
When back, few of them are of assistance during selling. But most of them are invariably mischief-makers in the opinion of parents.
The carefree attitude of this young one was apparent when she continued to stare at the camera disregarding what her mother had to offer.She knew anyways, the end result..
It was all smiles!!!
And 'Smiles' may never end until the mother continues to remind herself that there are smarter wagons for her little girl than the coconut selling wagon.
An ancient hobby
With curly strands of hair caressing the ear, this little grandson of an Ice-cream vendor on the East Coast Road in Chennai, chewed that tiny little thumb of his, long even after my share of Cornetto was finished.
With stained hands of melted remains, i rushed to pull the camera out, not to miss the moment. But there was no necessity to hurry-up. The toddler was working on a long thumb-sucking session, with rhythmic repetitions. He did not know my intention and was quite content to hold himself still.
We have all done it. And some of us might have had a 'favorite finger' in this regard. He was one of us.
Perhaps his 'ice-cream' was unconditionally available and most important...... it never melted!
My clock had struck 2 pm.
Roof keepers!
Must have been 30 feet high where they rested. Walking on the streets, i noticed them having a light talk, with the evening breeze joining them. With the roof yet to be layed, the built-up space was open to the pattern on the sky.
My SLR had encroached upon the otherwise casual discussion they had. While i looked through the view finder, busy changing the settings, came an unpleasant howl from one of them, not okay with being photographed.
Courtesy: Science of Light for re-inventing the silhouette.
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