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In the River of Teachings

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“The Guru is the ocean, and all His Teachings are the river. Bathing within it, glorious greatness is obtained.”
(Sri Guru Granth Sahib, or Adi Granth, the religious text of Sikhism)

This man was having a ritual bath in the holy waters of the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras).
It was early in the morning, the water was cold and the back lighting was providing an amazing atmosphere which can only be seen in winter.

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Being Needed

Posted in Banarsi (Portraits) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 26, 2012 by designldg

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“Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.”
(Storm Jameson – English writer, 1891–1986)

A few days ago I met this lady at Dasaswarneth ghat along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras).
It was very early and there was a heavy fog all around.
She came from far in order to worship there with a group of other ladies.
They didn’t speak Hindi nor English and I couldn’t understand their South Indian language but they were happy and it was contagious.
After bathing in the holy waters they were drying their hair, and spreading some tumeric on the skin.
They allowed me to take a few pictures and we had a great time all together.
If happiness comes from the feeling of being needed I am sure that this lady knows how much she is needed…

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The Beauty of the Flower

Posted in Hands of Grace with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 26, 2012 by designldg

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“By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.”
(Rabindranath Tagore – Indian Poet, Playwright and Essayist, Won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913, 1861-1941)

At sunrise many women spread their sarees along the Ganges after washing them.
They look huge petals of extraordinary flowers which bring life to the awaking ghats.
This festival of colours and patterns becomes a treat for the lense of a photographer and a tribute to femininity…

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The Most Magnificent Cloth

Posted in Poetry in Fabric with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 6, 2011 by designldg

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‎”…They declared that they could make the most magnificent cloth that one could imagine; cloth of most beautiful colours and elaborate patterns.
Not only was the material so beautiful, but the clothes made from it had the special power of being invisible to everyone who was stupid or not fit for his post.
“What a splendid idea,” thought the Emperor.
“What useful clothes to have.
If I had such a suit of clothes I could know at once which of my people is stupid or unfit for his post.”
So the Emperor gave the swindlers large sums of money and the two weavers set up their looms in the palace…”
(From “The Emperor’s New Clothes” by Hans Christian Anderson)

This was shot in a little workshop located near the chowk in Varanasi (Benaras) where traditional embroideries have been handed down from father to son since the time of the Mughals when that kind of work flourished.
Nowadays men wear that kind of sherwani mostly for weddings and engagement ceremonies.
Entering in such a workshop is like releasing a voluptuous fragrance from the past from an old bottle of perfume, it is like opening a door to a dream of magnificence, the splendor of the Great Mughals….
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“…Un jour, arrivèrent deux escrocs qui affirmèrent être tisserands et être capables de pouvoir tisser la plus belle étoffe que l’on pût imaginer.
Non seulement les couleurs et le motif seraint exceptionnellement beaux, mais les vêtements qui en seraient confectionnés posséderaient l’étonnante propriété d’être invisibles aux yeux de ceux qui ne convenaient pas à leurs fonctions ou qui étaient simplement idiots.
“Ce serait des vêtements précieux”, se dit l’empereur. “Si j’en avais de pareils, je pourrais découvrir qui, de mes sujets, ne sied pas à ses fonctions et départager les intelligents des imbéciles !
Je dois sur le champ me faire tisser cette étoffe!”
Il donna aux deux escrocs une avance sur leur travail et ceux-ci se mirent à l’ouvrage…”
(“Les Habits neufs de l’Empereur” de Hans Christian Andersen)

Cette photo a été prise dans un petit atelier se situant dans le chowk de Varanasi (Benares) où les broderies traditionnelles se sont transmises de père en fils depuis l’époque des Moghols lorsque cet artisanat prospérait.
De nos jours les hommes portent ces sherwani essentiellement pour les cérémonies de mariage et de fiançailles.
Entrer dans un atelier comme celui-ci revient à libérer une fragrance voluptueuse venant du passé d’une vieille bouteille de parfum, c’est comme ouvrir la porte à un rêve d’opulence, la splendeur des grands Monghols….

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The Crown of Life

Posted in Wings of the Soul with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 9, 2009 by designldg

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“Old age: the crown of life, our play’s last act.”
(Marcus Tullius Cicero – Ancient Roman Lawyer, Writer, Scholar, Orator and Statesman, 106 BC-43 BC)

This man took a bath near Nepali ghat along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras).
He took a long time to dress and therefore he gave me the opportunity to take several pictures of each layers of cloth that he was adding on his body.
I never saw such garments before and I don’t know where could he come from.
In this kind of ritual I wanted to believe that each layer was a few years of his life.
Later he was climbing very slowly each stairs leading to the upper terrace where I was standing and when he came nearby I tried to get an eye contact with him but he didn’t see me, I think he was deeply in his toughts or maybe he was praying.
I could feel an invisible halo, something like a radiant brightness, which could possibly be the crown of life…

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