Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Innocence



Nothing can be purer than the innocence of a new born child. I happened to click this photograph of my newborn niece. The morning light peeping from the Window on her left and the solace and comfort in which she was sleeping in the lap of her father created a perfect balance of light and mood. The crude emotion on her face that reflected purity was enchanting. How beautiful this world is...! We realize it only when we see God's creation. 
The thought of "The Child is the Father of the Man" springs up in my mind suddenly. Its about realizing that only once we see a little one that we realize that how we have developed and what we were before. The whole theory of Evolution takes a full circle.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Kolkata - City of Joy, City of Being Lazy.

Kolkata - City of Joy, City of Being Lazy.

Every moment here makes you relive the lazy charm of Kolkata. It was not too late while i realize that the flight was slightly delayed to land at the Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose International Airport. I was last commercial passenger to exit the aircraft. Wait started when the previously filled transit bus had departed and the next one was dure to arrive.
 Meanwhile I enjoyed the wind and weather.
The super active people had not yet restored the display screen of one of the luggage belts, therefore, we were standing in confusion, so as where to expect our baggages. Finally I enjoyed everyone ogling stare at my new VIP Polycarbonate luggage, and the muffled voices in 'Bangaali' were all talking to each other. It dosent stop here.... Mannnnn, I am coming from a flight and am bladder full, please 'do your stuff and move on'... but lazy they..!!

There I found a 'subway' in bangaali airport, another 'misaal' of laziness was just going to be experienced. I asked for a 'shaami-kebab', they started makin one plain sandwich. Ans ask me why, coz., the guy at the counter forgot what I said in an awe to stare at a beautiful Assamese girl. Not my fault, neither his. And he put those shaamis to heat, and asked another fellow to make the sub. This fellow made sure to wash his hand, then pat them dry jerking off the etra water from his fingers, then he rubbed it in a towel, wiped it all dry, took out box of plastic disposable gloves, pulled a pair out of the box, slowly wore them on and then looks towards me and asked. "Sir, What is your order?"...!! Grrrrrr. I was in city of joy, the city of being ubber lazy. — at Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose International Airport.


Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Fengjing - Traveling 1500 years in time



These are the notes that I had written on my blog on the website www.travelwell.in that is the official website of the Lonely Planet Magazine India. 
The page can be accessed at this link http://travelwell.in/photo-details.aspx?picuml=MTA4MA==
and my blog on the same can be accessed at http://travelwell.in/user-details.aspx?picuid=MTIwMg==

Fengjing - Traveling 1500 years in time



Fengjing town at night in chilling temperature of almost 2 degrees.
My fingers had kind of frozen while I shot this image from another overbridge. 


The sight was much more beautiful when I got on the bridge as seen the top picture. And while
I got down from it to the river side, the scene left me spell bound and it was worth shooting it.


The same town had a very different charisma in during the day time, when the air was slighter warmer
around 7-8 degrees. And yes, It did look like the "Venice of East". Beautiful China preserved its looks
and traditions.

And the gorgeous water front that had many of these beautiful red boats, were not to be missed.
I fell in love with the lovely 'nature' once again.


"I was on one of my official trip to China in March. One night I was on my way accompanying a fellow colleague to drop him off to station. It was chilling cold and litlle i knew that I would cross an intersting sight of beautiful lights. On return from station i asked the driver to stop by the lights, and Lo- behold..! I was seeing in front my eyes set beautifully amidst the darkness of night and decorated in mist of the chilly weather was the mjestically beautiful town of Fengjing. Later I came to know that with a history of over 1500 years, this town was one of the most famous town in the late Ming Dynastry of China. Also known as Bainiu or White Ox town, this place by the south of famous Yangtze river is very sceninc for its beautiful landscape and river side culture.  After my first glimpse of that night, I again revisited the same place in day time in my next trip to China. This time the place offered me a completely different views. There were red boats floating on the river bed, and were look alikes of Shikaras on Dal Lake in Kashmir.  The sides of the river town had pavements to walk through. Each pavement had a number of rstaurants selling very authentic style chinese food and original Chinese handicrafts. Locals made steam-rice by the river side and offered fish-rice or Pork-rice for meal, wrapped in tree leaves. By-lanes sold beautiful hand made embroideries. And travelers were happy taking a ride in the Red Boats. Hanging trees overlooked the water and the view of narrow river was well intercepted by connecting bridges at regular intervals. It surely was one of the rare experiences in traveling into history 1500 years back and reliving the moments today."


Tuesday, April 17, 2012

The Gateway of India

The Gateway of India -

As the name suggests, this place is one of the heritage sites in the country. Built in bui;t in 1911. Quoting from the Wikipidea -  "The Gateway of India (Marathi: भारताचे प्रवेशद्वार) is a monument in Mumbai (formerly Bombay), India. Located on the waterfront in Apollo Bunder area in South Mumbai, the gateway is a basalt arch 26 metres (85 feet) high. It lies at the end of Shivaji marg.[1] It was a crude jetty used by fisher folks and was later renovated and used as a landing place for British governors and other distinguished personages. In earlier times, the gateway was the monument that visitors arriving by boat would have first seen in the city of Bombay.[2] The gateway has also been referred to as the Taj Mahal of Mumbai[3], and has also lent its name to the city ofMumbai.[4] It is the city's top tourist attraction.[5]
The monument was erected to commemorate the landing on the Apollo Bunder of their Majesties King George V and Queen Mary when they visited India in 1911. Built in Indo-Saracenic style, the foundation stone for the Gateway of India was laid on 31 March 1911. The construction of the monument completed in 1924 after the final design of George Wittet was only sanctioned in 1914. The Gateway was latterly the ceremonial entrance to India for Viceroys and the new Governors of Bombay.[6] The monument now stands at an angle of the road leading up to it as the approach road was never built due to lack of funds.[7]
The historic monument has always been a terror target from the start of the 21st century. The monument was targeted three times; twice in 2003 and then in 2008." 

I shot this image at night from my digital panasonic lumix FX 700. Usually throughout the day the place is a hangout and on visual itinerary for the visitors. Quite number of foreigners are seen moving around the place, as there are a number of other places on interest in the nearby areas. The most famous being the "Taj Mahal Hotel" right opposite to it facing the sea. The Gateway is well lit up in the evening and forms a picturesque  backdrop for portraiture or landscaping. 



Friday, December 23, 2011

Of An Unknown Rider....

They have been ridden by someone...
Someone who has been nicer...
One shone with shine and glittered with colours..
The other reminded of the tough terrains and tougher times.

They cared for the metal, rubber and fiber...
They "the unknown rider".






MY MOTORCYCLE DIARIES

Its between Her and me..

One Rainy Day.... she got drenched after I rode her; she looked so Hot......, I could not resist and Shot her all over. Again and Again. Every curve told a different story. Story of her endurance, of her stamina, speed, the power, the heat, and also her age that was taking a toll on beauty and thrust, but slowly. The sheen and luster were just suggestive. We both know now that she needs rest. Her steel glitters and is rustic too at some corners. It has been a fair enough a journey together, in hills and plains and in heat and rains. You have taken me across states, beyond the roads, into known and unknown, at day and night, meeting scores of Indian civilizations, being a part of my Vagabond life. Thanks my darling..! I am not leaving you so soon. 
There is enough life left in both of us.



150...... that was enough for both of us. She looked gorgeous in BLACK.


As much as her spring action.... She ensured me a super smooth ride even in the bumpiest if terrains.


And what made her run so vigorously was her Heart.. her Engine. made all the way in Germany.



It always felt nice to press against her foot rest. BRAKES.... never failed me ever.


Though rusted by now, but the tyre rims still shone with gitter.


One bad thing.. she smoked a lot. But never let the black soot out of her hole..! 







Her name was....







Sunday, October 16, 2011

A day trip to Elephanta Caves.

It was a bright Sunday morning, and I had pre-decided on the evening before to visit the world famous Elephanta Caves. Elaphanta caves are now one of the World Heritage Sites. Situated on the Elaphanta Island, these caves are named because of the presence of a huge Stone carved Elephant placed at the entrance of the Islands.

I had read about the place in my Lonely Planet India book, and accumulated some information from Internet the evening before. So, On Sunday, after my servant left after cleaning etc by 8:15 am, I hurried myself to get ready as soon as possible. I knew, it was best to catch the first steamer launch boat form behind the famous Gateways of India at Colaba. So I had managed to get a cab by 8:30 am from near my house in Worli, which dropped me at Gateway of India by 9:03 am. I thought initially that I had missed my first steamer. and that , by the time now I reach late, the island would be populated  by visitors. But, I was lucky and on the way to steamer I was able to get a ticket to Elephanta Island. Got in the steamer soon. But before that, i did not miss the chance to take a couple of shots of the Gateway of India from its back side. In steamer launch, I got on to the upper deck, though its not allowed (also mentioned in the ticket). But the steamer guy charges Rupees 10 to go and sit on the upper deck. Only limited seats are there. The steamer started and took another 45 to 50 minuted to reach to the Elephanta Island.

The whole experience of seeing the whole Bombay bay from sea was thrilling. How beautiful it looked. The moment, as the boat guy removed the anchored rope loop hooked on to pillar, steamer started leaving the shore. And slowly slowly the steamer was in the sea, Everything started getting away. Every one started getting smaller and farther. The TAJ MAHAL HOTEL and the GATEWAY of INDIA, all got farther and farther as we strode away in the middle of sea.

On way to the Elephanta Island, I crossed many other big and small boats including some Huge Cargo vessels and other kinds of vessels. I shot photos of them all. I recalled the time in 1991 or 1990 i guess, when I had come to Mumbai with my parents, and had visited these places. Now after 20 years I was living here in the same city.

The city that had grown massively from being just a Big city to a humungous Metropolis. I was was watching all the skyscrapers lined along the city's skyline, towering up and high in the sky, almost touching the clouds. Some even overlooked them.

The Horizon got bleaker as I moved away and away and the Elephanta Island came closer and visible.
I had reached finally by around 10 am. Debarked from the steamer, I was in a completely new world just a few kilometers away from the mainland Mumbai.

The small steamer port opened into a long alley pathway that was going towards the hills. I followed all other fellow travelers. The not-so-long walkway also had a small pair of rails running along the track onto which a toy train moved. The track turned right at the end and led to the footlhills of the mountains in where the caves were built.

A flight of stairs were leading to the main caves. I had to buy a small ticket for Rupees 5 only, as a tax payment ticket, that was compulsory for everyone who went up towards the caves, or may be every visitor on the island. That was some Panchayat ticket. The stairway was lined up by small little tarpaulin covered shops on either side. Since i had reached early in the morning, so the shopkeepers were busy setting up their paradises. The sun shone from top and filtered through the lush of the leaves and then finally making way through the not so enchanting but interesting Cool Blue of the tarpaulin, and then touching the lives beneath. Lives of the people who lived there and of the travelers and visitors who made sure that those live there for ever. I took a couple of shots on my way up to the caves.




Tuesday, October 4, 2011

River Hoogly and Vidyasagar Setu bridge at Howrah


River Hoogly as seen from a steamer launch crossing over the river. This was shot while i was crossing over from Kolkata to Howrah. It was quite a calm and serene evening. The day was tiring as it was spent travelling. This steamer ride was taken to avoid the commotion on the Howrah Bridge. The shot was taken in a long exposure of 20 seconds while i kept the camera on the dock of the steamer. All the while the steamer smootehred along in water towards Babu ghat steamer station/port. Seen in the far left is the newly constructed Vidyasagar setu bridge, which connect the twin cities of Howrah and Kolkata.


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Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Man on the Rocks



Man On the Rocks

It has been long that I have blogged, and was getting an continuous itch in my head and hand to get back to blogging. Facebook was having all my attention. 
This portrait was taken at a lake  

Manchanabele Dam 

a few kilometres near Bangalore. The title aptly reminds of the famous painting by leonardo Da Vinci titled "Madonna of the Rocks". But, there is absolutely no similarity between the two. Its just the mood and posture of the man that has added to the drama. The colour photograph was converted to a monochrome.  

Thursday, April 7, 2011

India Wins Cricket World-Cup Final



India Wins the World Cup

India Won the World Cup finals of the cricket world-cup. The night of April 3rd , 2011 was the night of grand party. India cricket team comprising of Captain Mahendra Singh Dhoni (MSD) with veteran cricketer Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar also known as 'God of Cricket', and other team member inclusive of Virendra Sehwag, Gautam Gambhir, Virat Kohli, Yuvraj Singh, Suresh Raina, Ravichandran Ashwin, Ashish Nehra, Harbhajan Singh, Piyush Chawla, Yusuf Pathan, Sreesanth, Munaf Patel and Zaheer Khan also known as ZAK who led the bowling attack.

After the massive SIX that Dhoni hit over Long on boundary, the crowd broke into celebrations. Mumbai streets got flooded with cars, bikes, and Indian Flags. It was all 'tirangaa' all over. People were extremely joyous. Euphoria had engulfed the whole country. And the epicenter of of all the happiness was nowhere else but 'Amchi Mumbai'. I shot this pic of a man in blue cheering the Victory of 'Men in Blue' when whole of India was bleeding blue in the midnight hours.

What a Win that was, one which made us wait for 28 long years. It was last in 1983 when Indian team led by Kapil Dev had defeated WestIndies to win the Reliance Cup at the Lord's. This time it was Dhoni's Men in Blue who did it once again.  Every player said that they played for Sachin, for the man who had carried the burden on Indian cricket for over 21 years. And now it was their turn to carry him. And they did it right by lifting him on shoulders and circling all round in the stadium ground. What a moment that was, What a win..!
Rest all is now History and has been re-written in Gold in pages of Cricket, and Indian Sport.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Fishing Idleness




Fishing Idleness

Sunday Afternoon - Its nothing less than a gala celebration every sunday for these fishermen living in and around the Old Worli fort. The Fort now being used for brewing local "desi" wine... and mostly consumed by the immediate locals around. When I shot this picture, most of the drunk were in a belief that I am from some government news agency on something of those sorts. They hid their faces under their palms, I managed to get their postures gleaming under the quick receding golden sun.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Ladakh Exposed in HDRI


Ladakh Exposed

Nothing can beat the raw beauty of Ladakh's landscape. This shot was taken on my canon 1000D while in Ladakh. It reminds of how fragile the nature's beauty is, and prone to the extremes of the weather conditions. Eve then the local ladakhis fight out the battle between life and climate. The place remains one of the must visit place for a global traveler. A heaven on Earth, Ladakh.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Story of Kings and Queens - Puppets speak them all


Raja Rani ki kahani, khud unke jabani

The "kathputli" as they are called, or the puppets as we know them better is a traditional art of Rajasthan, India. Vibrant in colours, bizzare in forms and designs, they depict the true stories, legends or folklore through the medium of the puppet-show. The expert puppeteers with their magical moves of fingers and combined synchronization of left and right hands, make the stories come live. The puppets seem to get lively, with souls infused into their wood and paddy. The garments erstwhile of low cost cotton, start reflecting the royale shine, the prints become shimmer, the painted jewelry gets the gold soul, and the facial expressions come to life. Kings will have a curvy mustache and a long beard to be proud of and the queens will be shy strong lady on honour under the saree veil. They will talk of all that has happened in-past. They will leave you astounded if not spellbound. With these puppets being the very true reflection of just another facet of our Incredible India, the art and the craftsmen play an important role to keep India's Incredibility ticking. They will continue to amuse the world on and ever.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Ladakh - Thiksey Monastery


Thiksey Monastery

The magnificent view of the monastery made every spectator speechless. Lying in the heart of Ladakh valley, Thiksey monastery is centre of Buddhist worship and meditation. Its also a seat of learning for the buddhist monks. Faith flourishes in the Ladakh valley as does the beauty of the unending magnificent landscapes. Its a real treat to eyes to be be in the valley. What heaven would probably be can be felt in the valley of ladakh. Long stretching high rising mountains, with hues of blue, whites and greens. And lies beneath the encapsulated flat lands, a vastness unbound, a playground of freedom, a abode of God. The natural pallete is only broken by the sweet warm colour of maroon clad monks, and the red brick monasteries. No place stands a better chance to be called heaven.

Friday, November 12, 2010

God said - Let there be Light


Golden Sun Rays

This couldn't have been captured better than on this format. For me its was like painting a canvas in oil. One of the perfect evenings partly filled up with cloud but  only to be pierced through the stark bright golden rays of the setting sun. 

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Indian


An Indian Lady with a child

I was waiting for my safari ride to start at Muddumalai Tiger Reserve Forest, Tamil Nadu. While there was still some time for the vehicle to arrive, I took a stroll around the local area and came across this small house.  The lady was sitting in front of the door with the child. The idea of dark Indian colours of the skin against the bright stark blue background hit me. And I got this shot in one go.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Basket


Colours, Colours, Colours

This is all I could see while I framed this little plastic basket tied to a thin tree trunk. The place is used by some people as their bathing place in a village in outskirts of Bangalore. The day was bright and sunny and th scorching sun made it even worse. The background blue was a tar-pol used to make an enclosure for some work purpose. 

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Beautiful Nature


Encounter with Nature

Most feeble and least looked upon elements of nature sometimes stands up in face and prompts you to displays a similar old grin, one that you had in early childhood while roaming around in outside of playground or along the borders of a farm. This little shrub is very familiar across countryside. I feel the wind gushing through the thin fibers of the plant, shrugging it and shaking it hard as it stands back only to prove its strength. So feeble, so meek, yet so strong and so expressive.
All photographs are copyright and sole ownership of Gaurang Gaurav aka Just Vagabond.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Gopali - The Rajasthani girl


Gopali in her own world. 
She is a Rajasthani girl belonging to one of the Banjara tribes. Traveling from one city to another and then another is what this tribe does. Depicting true colours of the Incredible India, the tribe wears bright hues of Reds, Blues, Yellows and Greens. Gopali is just one among them. I shot this picture of hers at a local Durga Puja festival mela (fair) while she was sitting idle after selling some of her merchandise ( the tribe sells handicrafts like hand made jewelry etc for livelihood). She was perhaps waiting for turnover of more customers. Her beautiful eyes were filled with some dreams, is all that I could see. She had hope, and despair both. Stricken by the poverty and yet burdened with the responsibility to earn for her family at an age less than 10 years. These situations sometimes make me think twice and over again. Are we really a developing country? Are we really an 'Incredible India'.
All photographs are copyright and sole ownership of Gaurang Gaurav aka Just Vagabond.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Usha - The Ray of Light


Usha - The Ray of Light, 
Kindling hopes and bringing smiles to in-numerous, to them who live in darkness, in treachery, in misery and in utter state of despair. Spending mornings and evenings with the poor and bereaved. When world celebrates with lights, crackers and sweets, she is out in some far off slum or to the house of poor extending help and spreading this contagious smile.  A step taken can bring about a whirlpool of change. She dedicates her time and energy to 'Katha' http://www.katha.org A story of change, a ray of light, Usha.
This image was shot in New Delhi.

All photographs are copyright and sole ownership of Gaurang Gaurav aka Just Vagabond.

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