February 25, 2009

रुकसत ए दिल्ली तेरी महफिल से जाता हूँ मै..,


So after a wonderful 2 plus weeks in Delhi I am off and the line of Poet Majaaz comes to mind.

Each time I visit, I find Delhi incredibly romantic, despite all its everyday problems. Perhaps it is the ability to see past these that I am most grateful for.


Jamma Masjid is one of the places I enjoyed visiting this time (twice). Built by Shahjahan, when he moved his capital to Delhi, the Mosque is primarily an elevated courtyard - built all in red sandstone. When not being used for worship, it serves as a picnic grounds for hundreds of visiting pilgrims - from near and far, I presume. Coteries, sitting on the ground, enjoying Biryani and Kababs were a mouthwatering sight to behold in their own right - but what attracts me to this place most is the kids that run around, friendly and oblivious to the world outside. They come by, asking to be photographed, scampering to tell their parents of what happened, shy and outgoing at the same time.




At the back of the courtyard, is a 20 foot square, outlined in yellow where the food for the pigeons is laid out. In Islam, doves and the pigeon clan in general, are respected and favored because they are believed to have assisted the prophet of Islam, Muhammad in distracting his enemies outside the cave of Thaw'r in the great Hijra. People come and place grain within this yellow square and the pigeons, in turn, leave the picnicking groups alone. Evey once in a while, a loud sound or a group of rambunctious kids send the pigeons flying.





What this picture does not communicate is the rapid fire flapping of the wings as these birds take off. At a mere 5 feet distance from them I could not but help involuntarily cover my head !

February 14, 2009

There is always the one you think of all day...


...One you want to know more about. What is life like? How hard are the days? When did you eat well last? Is it enough for a living? What are your happy memories? How do you hold it together?

Today it was the Spice Woman. I saw her as I came across the corner at Chandni Chowk.

In her red shawl, with her neat bags of spices, two measures in each bag; at first she was amused to see me take a picture of her. Soon however, the paying customers deserved more attention (yes, we did buy the large measure of cloves at the end). As you can tell I spent some time with her (attracting a curious crowd) but could have gone on for much longer.

Unfortunately she refused to look up for the last shot. She had had enough.

February 11, 2009

Jai Bajrang Bali













Lord Hanuman, also known as Bajrang Bali, is known for his undying devotion to Lord Rama (an incarnation of God Vishnu and of the Hare Rama Hare Krishna fame). Every tuesday thousands of Indians (everything here is done by thousands of Indians) go to the temple to worship him. It is a short visit, but one that keeps people grounded in the religion with little investment. There are many such opportunities and people choose the ones that most appeal to them.


As is customary, the devotees purchase small offerrings to serve at the alter before they come to the temple. A portion of these are then returned to the worshippers so that they may share and eat them alike as they have been blessed. Since most of these offerings are sweet, enter the children. One always receives them in a cupped right hand, with the left hand respectfully held under it.

Of course, the photographer was distracting!

India's GDP to grow 7.1% in this recession

It is a quixotic nation. Rich among the poor with plenty in the midst of famine. The tiniest of shopkeepers has a mobile phone, but an automatic key duplicating machine? Whoever heard of that.












I found this gentleman, dressed in spotless white, the embroidered shawl around his neck, duplicating keys the old fashioned way. A pair of calipers in hand, he measured the original, marked it on his blank and then filed away. His vice, his tools and his enormous collection of blanks he carried around in his portble toolbox. All the while I was there he did not take his eyes off his work even once.













For Robert:

February 9, 2009

In India - 2009

The visit to India took an unexpected turn on the eve of the trip. Consequently the photography will most likely be restricted to the street of Delhi. The question then is to search for a theme. "Photographing faces is passe", so I am told. Light (and hence shadows), focus and perspective will have to play a bigger role - making the harsh overhead light more interesting.


This picture was made in a vegetable market as this young sadhu went about asking for alms. The b+w version of the bright yellow robe distracts less from the streak of light.


Fans of Pep Bonet might recognize the play with light.