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In a Mirror

Posted in Banarsi (Portraits) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 28, 2010 by designldg

In a Mirror

“A man’s true wealth is the good he does in the world.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.”
(Kahlil Gibran – Lebanese born American philosophical Essayist, Novelist and Poet, 1883-1931)

I see many people along the Ganges who are taking a real care of themselves, they spend time shaving, arranging the hair, applying make-up, ajusting a saree or a dhothî.
I always enjoy to take their reflection in a mirror, sometimes I feel that they offer this to eternity.
This picture was shot at Panchaganga ghat in varanasi (Benaras).

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A Game of Cards

Posted in Hands of Grace with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 8, 2010 by designldg

“Life is like a game of cards. 
The hand you are dealt is determinism; the way you play it is free will.”
(Jawaharlal Nehru – Indian Prime Minister, 1889-1964)

On Sunday afternoons I often see a few workers gathering at the ghats along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras) in order to play cards.
They offer a great topic to a photographer with the help of the winter sun which becomes then an ally.

Carving Elephants out of Silver

Posted in Hands of Grace with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 8, 2010 by designldg

“People are entangled in the enjoyment of fine clothes, but gold and silver are only dust. 
They acquire beautiful horses and elephants, and ornate carriages of many kinds.
They think of nothing else, and they forget all their relatives. 
They ignore their Creator; without the Name, they are impure.”
(Sri Guru Granth Sahib)

As I was walking in Kashi, the oldest part of Varanasi (Benaras) I met this man who was carving elephants out of silver.
This quote is coming from The Guru Granth Sahib which is the holy scripture and the final Guru of the Sikhs.

Life According a Dream

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Life According a Dream

“We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans.
And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate.
It’s just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there.
Destiny plans a different route, or turns the dream around, as if it were a riddle, and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn’t have expected.”
(Ben Okri – Nigerian author, 1959)

I met this boy last Saturday on a ghat along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras).
He asked for a picture, I did several and I showed him, then he asked for chocolate and I gave him a candy which was kept in my pocket.
Deep in his eyes there is my reflection as I was holding the camera.

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By the Light of Love

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By the Light of Love

“Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.
Love has no cause, it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.
Lover and loving are inseparable and timeless.
Although I may try to describe love,
when I experience it, I am speechless.
Although I may try to write about love, I am rendered helpless.
My pen breaks, and the paper slips away at the ineffable place where lover loving and loved are one.
Every moment is made glorious by the light of Love.”
(Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Balkhi, known as Jelaluddin Rumi – Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and mystic, 1207–1273)

Once I came to Prayag ghat in Varanasi (Benaras) and I saw this old man painting Hindi words on a wall.
His hand was dancing, the letters were coming one by one.
He smiled at me, he knew the fancy art of caligraphy which had no secret to him, he was conducting an enchanting choregraphy and I thought that all this could only happen by the light of love…

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Achieving Moksha

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Achieving Moksha

 

This picture is not a stolen image, there is a story behind this.
I know this sadhu since a few years, we never had a real conversation but when we meet we say hello to each other.
He always allows me to take a few pictures of him and he never asks me anything, like most of the people who live on the ghats he knows who I am and what I am doing in Varanasi (Benaras).
This was shot in May near Nepali ghat along the Ganges. 
It was still very hot, we were all expecting the monsoon which didn’t come this summer and this man was avoiding the sun at the entrance of a hidden passage which leads to the city.
I knew he didn’t see me coming, I enjoyed taking a few natural shots of what he was doing and when he realized I was there he burst laughing, he enjoyed that picture when he saw it on the screen of my camera.

Becoming a sadhu is a difficult lifestyle. 
Sadhus are considered to be legally dead to the country of India, they have to die onto themselves and may be required to attend their own funeral before following a guru for many years until they have enough experience to strike out on their own.
This life of renunciation is described as the fourth stage of life in the classical Sanskrit literature of the Hindu tradition.

In Rhythmic Measures

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

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“The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.”
(Rabindranath Tagore from Gitanjali)

This is another picture of that old man who came to take a bath near Nepali ghat along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras).
I really enjoyed taking several shots of each layers of cloth that he was adding hythmic measures over his body.

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