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Body & Soul

Posted in Corporeality with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 4, 2013 by designldg

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“Eros (or call it lust if you will), is like a beautiful, magnificent Afghan Hound!
A pure white Afghan Hound commanding respect and honor!
But if you take the Afghan Hound and lock it in a small cage, shun it and look upon it badly, treat it as a pestilence and wish that it would die; that same creature of beauty will become a vile, unrepentant, dark creature of the shadows!
Untrusting, hidden in the corner, aggressive… something that will harm others and yourself!
But is this the nature of the creature, is this the fault of the creature?
Or are YOU the one who has created the monster that it has become?
And this is my philosophy: that we are both corporeal and incorporeal beings, therefore, the same amount of good intent MUST be given to both our soul and our body!”
(C. JoyBell C. – Poet, Essayist, Novelist, Philosopher and Author)

This picture was shot a few days ago at the upper terrace of my office in Varanasi (Benaras) with natural light.

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Physical Wisdom

Posted in Pehlwans from Benaras with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 4, 2013 by designldg

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“Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack.
We give it orders which make no sense.”
(Henry Miller – American Author and Writer, 1891-1980)

An inward moment with a pehlwan who was following his daily training inside the akhara facing the Ganges at Raj Ghat in Varanasi (Benaras).

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The Earth Has a Skin

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The Earth Has a Skin

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“The Earth has a skin and that skin has diseases, one of its diseases is called man.”
(Friedrich Nietzsche – German classical Scholar, Philosopher and Critic of culture, 1844-1900.)

This man was sitting at Gai ghat enjoying the evening sun along the holy waters of the Ganges flowing in Varanasi (Benaras).

In Your Hands

Posted in Hands of Grace with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 4, 2010 by designldg

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“What can you ever really know of other people’s souls – of their temptations, their opportunities, their struggles?
One soul in the whole creation you do know: and it is the only one whose fate is placed in your hands”.
(C.S. Lewis – British Scholar and Novelist, 1898-1963)

This is one more picture shot at Gai ghat along the Ganges in Varanasi (benaras) of a man receiving an ayurvedic massage treatment from one of his brahman friend.

“Beyond is Arachosia”

Posted in Fallacies of Ambiguity with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 19, 2009 by designldg

"Beyond is Arachosia"

 

“Beyond is Arachosia. 
And the Parthians call this White India; there are the city of Biyt and the city of Pharsana and the city of Chorochoad and the city of Demetrias; then Alexandropolis, the metropolis of Arachosia; it is Greek, and by it flows the river Arachotus. 
As far as this place the land is under the rule of the Parthians.”
(“Parthians stations”, 1st century CE)

Those words are from Isidorus of Charax who described during the 1st century CE, “Alexandropolis, the metropolis of Arachosia”, which he said was still Greek at such a late time.
Alexandria in Arachosia was a city in ancient times that is now called Kandahar or Qandahar (Pashto: کندھار, Persian: قندهار) in Afghanistan. 
It was founded by Alexander the Great and it is believed that Kandahar bears Alexander’s name from the Arabic and Persian rendering of “Alexander”, which derives from Iskandariya for Alexandria.
In Hindi Alexander is called Sikander (सिकन्दर) because at that time people were hearing “al-eks-an-der” or “the Ksander”.

After the departure of Alexander the city became part of the Mauryan Empire. 
The Mauryan emperor Ashoka erected a pillar there with a bilingual inscription in Greek and Aramaic.
The Greco-Bactrian Kingdom occupied Kandahar after the Mauryans, but then lost the city to the Indo-Greek Kingdom.

Here again this image is a close-up of a sculpture of the Hellenistic period which is in Le Louvre museum (Paris) and I have been using colours in order to provide a fallacy of equivocation on what is human and what is not…

A Cellist in the Street

Posted in Corporeality with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 19, 2009 by designldg

A Cellist in the Street

 

It was in July, I was in Paris for a few days and on my way to meet some friends for a drink in a café when I saw this young lady who was playing cello among an orchestra which was performing at the place du Palais-Royal.
The neck of the cello was above her left shoulder and, as I was trying my new camera, I came as close as I could.
The cello is a sensual instrument providing soft vibrations, I can’t remember the music however I can’t forget that I was under the spell of the moment.
Later as she was leaving the place I went to show her my shots on my camera screen.