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Posts tagged “street photography

We are all on a journey..


from here..

to here..

..and none of us can predict the turns it will take
nor can we exert control..
though we may like to think so..
all that we can hope for..
is that at the end,
there’s some measure of peace..


Life goes on..


the young guy was texting..probably to some girl friend
he has a whole life ahead..
with lots of dreams..
the elderly gentleman was begging for change outside the temple
his life is pretty much behind him..
I see him everyday on my way to work..
he doesn’t smile..
life doesn’t stop for either of them..


Does this bother you as much as it bothers me?


Not trying to make any social commentary but frankly I was appalled to see this image on a pair of men’s flipflops in a store front..


On the street..


A street moment that caught my attention…
The dear old lady was holding on for life.. but just look at her awesome posture


abstract..


clever little word , isn’t it? abstract..something that makes no sense can be happily termed abstract but then who decides what makes sense anyways..
sorry..no intentions of being rambly..

I thought I have been going on and on about the move and you guys are simply fantastic leaving me wonderful and supportive comments even when I’m away.. I totally love you all! So thought I’d let you know why it is a big deal..

well those living in western countries inevitably leave their parents’ homes and move on in life but in India the number of people who do that is fairly low..girls lower still..
so when I decided to move to a foreign country for studying, about a decade ago, it had created a bit of a situation to convince my rather conservative family.. I mean girls are supposed to get married ..not go off and live alone in unknown places.. at least not in my family..

but I wanted to experience life..and freedom..and I did. It is wonderful. But about a year ago I decided it was time for a change and just like that I left a lucrative job and a cushy lifestyle in the US to return to India. That was hard work in itself..and now a year later I moved back to my home town to live with my family after about 9 and a half years ..for no particular reason other than I wanted to.

So it’s not just a change of house..it’s a change of city , a new job and move into my very first owned apartment.

Change is exciting..

no..this is not my house. it’s just an abstract shot of a pretty blue door


a day’s work


kids at a traffic intersection. They are made to beg by families or by some ‘benefactor’ who takes care of them in return if they are orphans. They have a daily quota which they need to earn else their miserable lives face further misery. I try offering them food but they rarely accept in fear of a beating no matter how hungry they are.

These two were chatting happily like any other kids their age. Then the light went red and they had to be off to work..

PS: Pardon the picture quality since I carry my point and shoot to work and they were a bit beyond the range of its zoom.


Fleeting moments of beauty..


waiting
as I look on
the world fly by
wondering
what the hell
happened to you

Sorry for the bad rhyme. This beautiful lady was waiting at the road side while I was at the traffic signal. Her calm manner made an impression on me and I was hoping to catch a glimmer of a smile or change in her expression..
instead she gave me this..
and even that simple movement of hers had so much grace..
i hope she has someone who appreciates her beauty..


Sweep through


Just liked the curve of the road and the overall feel of the view looking down from my balcony early in the morning


Burden


Caught a glimpse of this raw emotion at a traffic light.
Hated myself for taking his picture.
Then re-considered.
Maybe all of us can pray for him.
May he have as many smiles.
To counter that pain.


Eastman Color


This is the inside of an auto rickshaw and as you can guess what attracted me to take this photo was the colors. Especially because they reminded me of the movies of the 60s and 70s. Something about those decades holds a fascination to me..the music, movies, people, the fashions..everything… I would have loved to be around during those times. It sounds more exciting because those were times when things were changing on a broader level.

PS: For those who don’t know her, she is a popular Bollywood actress.