A few shots bordering fine art from my Industrial shoot last year at KSB Pumps, Pune.
Today, I decided to visit my last year’s catalogue and look through the pictures to see if I find something I might have missed. And I was not disappointed.
These two pictures (yes, it’s a diptych) were taken while walking around the Goan streets. Beautiful solid colours here, in stark contrast are balancing each other in the complete frame and individually too.
Very few Old Goan buildings are coloured exactly alike and solid colours are used for front facades; interiors are usually in paler colours/white with solid colour highlights.
This rendering or piping in white is the result of the unwritten rule during the Portuguese occupation of Goa that no private house or building could be painted in white. Only churches and chapels enjoyed this privilege, as white was associated with the Virgin Mary and therefore the virtues of purity and chastity (both desirable in Goa), but, surprisingly, Goan Hindus also respected this practice.
As a result of this code, an interesting and aesthetically pleasing trend developed, as competition among neighbours gave impetus to variety.
Seen here, the woman is in the everyday dress/gown and the man in a beautiful royal blue kurta.
“The only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants.”
― Johnny Depp
You read that right? Love : Happiness : Toby
Now who’s Toby? And how did he suddenly spring up? From where?
Somehow. From somewhere. ❤
My friends and myself, ordered a home delivery from a nearby restaurant that one day, around two weeks ago.
Ting tong! The delivery boy rang the bell.
Clank! We open the door, hungry.
In comes trotting, this handsome, tiny guy, floppy ears, thin to the bones; into the hall, into the bedroom, straight to the bed and off to sleep!
All hunger left to the winds, we went in, and started cuddling with this cute little bundle of brown fur, smelling of mild shampoo and milk, oh so heavenly!
His eyes. Stark green and huge. Complementing the golden brown of his fur, his eyes made him a beauty. An instant hit. 😀
He was scared though, not eating anything, not saying anything, not licking anybody, just sleeping all the time. We tried searching for someone who might own him, but to no avail. So, we decided to keep him. 😀
Took him to the vet, got his vaccinations and deworming done. After being force fed Cerelac and curd rice for a few days, he started eating on his own and has now taken a liking to Pedigree these days. 😀
The point of this post, apart from introducing Toby is, urging people to adopt.
“A dog is not a thing. A thing is replaceable. A dog is not. A thing is disposable. A dog is not. A thing doesn’t have a heart. A dog’s heart is bigger than any “thing” you can ever own.”
― Elizabeth Parker,
You need to understand people, you need them more than they need you.
Pets, dogs in particular, teach you how to love. Love like no other.
And god knows, the world needs it.
There are hundreds out there, especially in India. It’s okay if you cant keep one at home. You can volunteer at a rehabilitation and rescue centre, feed dogs outside your door, in your neighbourhood, Help in any way you can. I promise you, it wont go to waste.
That isn’t a huge price to pay for unconditional love, affection, importance; a smile, a laugh; a stress-buster, isn’t it?
Learn to love people. 🙂
Jaipur had been my home for 6 years before my family shifted to Dehradun and I came to Pune. In those 6 years, I had never picked up a camera.
Yes, sad and such a waste!
This summer, I made sure to visit Jaipur, where I had practically grown up to spend a short time with my friends and re-walk those lanes and this time, take some of it with me 🙂
So here I present you with some of Jaipur that came back with me :-*
I mainly spent my time roaming around in the fort of Amber; the majestic, marvellous and awe-inspiring huuuuge structure that I absolutely love. Others might talk about the architecture marvel, the design, the lavishness of this place, but what I love most about this fort is that it had so many stories inside these impenetrable walls, just waiting to be heard, imagined or completed 🙂
The textile block printing of Rajasthan is a well-known, well-loved art-form around the globe. However, what is less known and appreciated is that this industry requires a huge amount of water!
Yeah, I see; I can fully understand why and how it came to operate in one of the most water-scarce states of India. 😮
Ghoonghat pratha, or the tradition of covering the head with a chunari or veil, is an age-old tradition in religions of Islam and Hinduism. It was (and still is, in most parts of northern rural India) mandatory for women to wear ghoonghat as a sign of respect for elder family members and to maintain distance from non-related or elder male members of the society for protection of modesty.
However, in Rajasthan, it serves a more practical purpose of keeping the sand from blowing onto the face 🙂
This frame below, it is so rich of stories.
It makes me think of why the pots were still there?
Were they always kept like this? I don’t know what for.
Did someone lower them down to fill water and then could never return to bring them back up, and the archeology department deemed it fit to leave them be? Maybe.
What could have happened here?
The guy looking up at me from the window below might have been thinking the same thing. ( Or maybe he was just wondering why I find these smelly bats so interesting 😛 )
That is my closest friend, Kirti in the picture below, admiring the beautiful Maota lake and the garden at the base of the fort. She’s the only one who would come with me to climb a fort so high in the early morning light so that I could photograph it free of tourists. XD 😛
I won’t thank her though, she’s my best friend after all 😛
One of the most fascinating things in Jaipur (the Old Pink City especially) is, that you will find a temple, a wall, or something or the other of such sort at almost every block.
You can catch people saying quick prayers or just closing their hands together and touching their forehead as a sign of respect whenever they see any symbol of God at any time of the day.
Although, it is prevalent in most of India, yet the crazy holy atmosphere of Jaipur is hard to miss.
I will be visiting again soon, as I have yet to capture the other subtle joys of living here. Till then, take care, stay clean and continue being what you are : the pride of history, tradition, and culture of India while still growing towards modernisation and development. An ideal city to live in ❤ 🙂
This post, today.
This isn’t a long post.
This isn’t a travelogue.
It’s just about the mountain air, the clean water, the beautiful sunsets, sound of rushing water, chilly winds and interesting people.
This was during my vacation last month, me and my family were at Uttarkashi where my dad is building a small, cute homestay for tourists. We spent two-three days there enjoying the beautiful air and trekking through beautiful forested hills.
And the day when we were to leave for Dehradun, my home place currently; we decided to go the opposite direction to Gangotri.
Now I’m not going to write much. I’m going to show you.
So these were my glimpses of the town of Gangotri this year. I didn’t spend much time there, just a few hours. Enough to cleanse and purify myself for a few years 😛 😀
It is an interesting place, and I would like to look at it more closely. I am sure to visit it again soon, so there’ll be more photographs and stories soon. If there are any stories you have of this place, please do share and inform me about anything new. 🙂
Till then, wait for my next story! 🙂
Some personal snaps. Some moments from my world. 🙂
It’s a beautiful journey. Life 🙂
I had loads of fun this night. So next year, I’ll make sure not to miss it. Will you?