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In God’s Hands

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“I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all; but whatever I have placed in God’s hands, that I still possess”
(Martin Luther – German Priest and Scholar whose questioning led to the Protestant Reformation, 1483-1546)

Three ladies were performing a puja at Gay ghat at the feet of the big statue of Nandi which stands in front of several Shiva ligams.
We were alone and they smiled at me, the day was rising up among a heavy mist.
I didn’t want to disturb that moment but they insisted that I took some pictures, they seemed to be happy.

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Jai Bharat

Posted in Poetry in Fabric with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 15, 2011 by designldg

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“United we stand; divided we fall”
(Aesop – Ancient Greek Fabulist and Author, 620 BC-560 BC)

 

Today is India’s Independence Day (स्वतंत्रता दिवस) it is celebrated on August 15 to commemorate its independence from the British rule and its birth as a sovereign nation on that day in 1947.
Like every year it is the opportunity to thank all my Indian friends, all the people working with me and my loving Indian family who managed that I feel at home in this incredible country.
Thank you, dhanyavad, shukriya and Happy Independence Day to all of you, Indians and non Indians who love India as much as I do.
Jai Hind…Jai Bharat…!!!

 

This is a close-up of a silk sari still under the dyeing process at the upper terrace located at a few meters from Bivi Razaia Masjid, a small mosque in the chawk of Varanasi (Benaras).
(Like the yarns of this fabric it is united that we’ll fight against corruption and any kind of discrimination)

 

 

Happy Colours

Posted in The Oldest Living City in the World with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 16, 2011 by designldg

Happy Colours

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“Color possesses me.
I don’t have to pursue it.
It will possess me always, I know it.
That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one.
I am a painter.”
(Paul Klee – Swiss Artist, 1879-1940)

There was something of Paul Klee in those happy colours enhanced by a winter sun.
It was shot on a Sunday afternoon along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras).

The Light that Brings Cold Cheer

Posted in Dreaming a Museum with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 25, 2010 by designldg

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“Afar away the light that brings cold cheer
Unto this wall, one instant and no more
Admitted at my distant palace-door.
Afar the flowers of Enna from this drear
Dire fruit, which, tasted once, must thrall me here.
Afar those skies from this Tartarean grey
That chills me: and afar, how far away,
The nights that shall be from the days that were.
Afar from mine own self I seem, and wing
Strange ways in thought, and listen for a sign;
And still some heart unto some soul doth pine,
(Whose sounds mine inner sense is faith to bring,
Continually together murmuring,)
“Woe’s me for thee, unhappy Proserpine!”
(Dante Gabriel Rossetti – Ballads and Sonnets,1881)

One day, Proserpine, a young maid of spring, was out picking wildflowers with her mother, Ceres, goddess of grain when she saw the white petals of the narcissus flower. She began straying far from her mother.
Out of the dark depths sprang Pluto, god of the underworld. He grabbed Proserpine and drove his chariot back into the caves of the earth…
Ceres, devastated by the kidnapping allowed the earth to become barren.
Mercury, the messenger god, wandered the underworld until he came to the misty throne room of Pluto and Proserpine.
There he told Pluto he must return Proserpine.
She remembered the joyful times of her mother’s love, the wildflowers, and open sunlit meadows.
Before returning Proserpine, Pluto offered her the seeds of a pomegranate fruit.
When Ceres heard this, she told Proserpine that the fruit was a symbol of marriage.
As a result, when Fall and Winter come, the earth grows cold and barren because Proserpine must return to the underworld with Pluto.
But when she comes back, Ceres turns the world to spring and summer.
…This is how seasons began.
(Chrysantha Gakopoulos – The story of Ceres and Proserpina)

There is no editing on this picture which was shot at night at the ”Bosquet de la Colonnade” which stands in the gardens of the Château de Versailles.
The green lights were settled for a special evening.
This is a close-up of the famous group “Proserpine Ravished by Pluto” which is in the centre, it was sculpted by François Girardon in 1699.

 

“My India is Great”

Posted in Dreams in Disorder with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 15, 2010 by designldg

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Happy Independance Day….!!!
I love my India…Unity in diversity…Jai Hind…!!!
Bharat Mata ki Jai…;)

Today is India’s Independence Day (स्वतंत्रता दिवस) it is celebrated on August 15 to commemorate its independence from the British rule and its birth as a sovereign nation on that day in 1947.

Indian National Anthem composed by Rabindranath Tagore, performed by AR Rahman and the most popular Indian artists:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZi3fwP09zw

This is the back of a rickshaw which was driving on Vidyasagar Setu Bridge in Kolkata (Calcutta), the capital of the Indian state of West Bengal which is also considered to be the cultural capital of India.

A Wordless Song

Posted in Banarsi (Portraits) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 23, 2010 by designldg

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“In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.”
(Khalil Gibran – Lebanese American artist, poet, and writer, 1883–1931)

This is one more picture of this lady who came nearby Jatar ghat along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras) where I was sitting.
It was at dawn, after taking a bath in the holy waters she changed her clothes and she stood for a while under a red sari which she hung in order to dry.
I took many shots of her and she didn’t mind, she just said I was crazy and that she was too old to become my model, we had a good laugh, she had a nice sense of humour.
Later she was singing, I can’t remember what the song was about, it is now a wordless song on my picture…