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The antechamber of Heaven

Posted in With Silver & Gold with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 17, 2013 by designldg

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“Whatever path men travel is My path: No matter where they walk, it leads to Me.”
(From the Bhagavad Gita – Chapter 4 ‘Hindu Scripture’)

This picture was shot early in the morning when the first lights of sunrise reflected in the holy waters of the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras).
People enjoyed the freshness of dawn and bathing in this river made of silver and gold as if it was the antechamber of Heaven…

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In The Silver Singing River

Posted in With Silver & Gold with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 26, 2012 by designldg

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“There’s beauty in the silver singing river,
There’s beauty in the sunrise in the sky,
But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty,
That I remember in my true love’s eyes”
(Bob Dylan – American folksinger, b.1941)

This child was bathing in the holy waters at sunrise when the Ganges sings a lullaby and kisses with silver drops…

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Loosing My Religion

Posted in With Silver & Gold with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 18, 2011 by designldg

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“Life is bigger
It’s bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I’ve said too much
I set it up

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour I’m
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I’ve said too much
I set it up

Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I’ve said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream”
(“Loosing My Religion” by R.E.M.)
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This was shot along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras) in winter, at dawn when the mist left suddenly and allowed to the see the reflection of the sun on the holy waters in silver and gold shades.

Keh na Sakoon

Posted in With Silver & Gold with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 30, 2011 by designldg

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This picture was shot a few days ago at dawn along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras).

I felt that I could add this song from Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s new movie, “Guzaarish” to this shot.

“Keh na sakun main itna pyar…(Can’t say so much love)
Keh na sakun main itna pyar…(Can’t say so much love)
Arre.. seh na sakoon main (O, Can’t bear so much love)
Seh na sakoon main itna pyaar…(Can’t bear so much love)
Keh na sakoon main itna pyar, (Can’t say so much love)
Itna pyaar karta hoon…(So much I love you..)

Sajni…(O love)
Tere uthne pe rukti hai…(When you wake up, it stops)
Takne pe thamti hai…(When you see, it pauses)
Meri sansein tere hi ishaaron pe chalti hai (My breaths run on your signals only..)

Ek pal bhi reh na sakoon, (Can’t live even for a moment)
Ek pal bhi reh na sakoon, (Can’t live even for a moment)
Itna pyar karta hoon…(So much I love…)

Keh na sakoon main itna pyar…
Arre.. seh na sakoon main
Seh na sakoon main itna pyaar…
Keh na sakoon main itna pyar,
Itna pyaar karta hoon…

Sajni…”

 

Dawn Secrets

Posted in With Silver & Gold with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 30, 2011 by designldg

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“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the door-sill where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep”.
(Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi – Persian Sufi Mystic Poet, 1207-1273)

This picture was shot at dawn along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras) at the time when the breeze tells all the secrets of the oldest living city in the world…

Life Longing

Posted in With Silver & Gold with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 23, 2010 by designldg

Life Longing

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“And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, “Speak to us of Children.”
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.”
(From “The Prophet” by Khalil Gibran – Lebanese American artist, poet, and writer, 1883–1931)

This picture was shot at sunrise along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras).
It was at that peculiar hour when the holy waters melt in gold and silver.
People then await the day to answer their expectations.
I wonder what would be my expectation of life if I was born there, like this boy who looks any son or daughter of the Eternal city…

With Every Dawn

Posted in The Oldest Living City in the World with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 23, 2010 by designldg

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“Let every dawn be to you as the beginning of life, and every setting sun be to you as its close.”
(John Ruskin – English Writer, 1819-1900)

At dawn, I took this picture along the Ganges at Assi Ghat in Varanasi (Benaras).
This lady was draping her silk sari after taking a bath in the holy waters melting with silver and gold at that peculiar hour.
This graceful choregraphy could be a kind of unconscious ritual which helps to face the new day starting as if it was a new beginning of life.
After all there is a new beginning coming with every dawn.