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Train of Moods

Posted in The Oldest Living City in the World with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 18, 2011 by designldg

Train of Moods

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“Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue, and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.”
(Ralph Waldo Emerson – American Poet and Essayist, 1803-1882)

This is the train which goes from Delhi to Varanasi (Benaras), I took this picture when it stopped at Moradabad for ten minutes.
This young man is a chai wallah selling tea from one coach to another.
The train was full and we had to handle the usual heat of the last days of May, so each stop became a moment of happiness where I could find cold drinks and fresh fruits and take a few pictures in order to free my mind.
I always enjoy using Indian Railways, it allows to meet amazing people, to find the time to share a few words with them and to learn many things.
I try to travel by train as much as I can, it is not only a way to reach a place but also to travel in time…I treasure so many memories of funny stories and touching moments spent in those trains even if I am also fighting a lot with some unbelievable noisy and rude people at night…;))

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Early Chai wallah

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Early Chai wallah

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“Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones – the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically”
(Rabindranath Tagore – Indian Poet, Playwright and Essayist, Won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913, 1861-1941)

This Chai wallah was preparing tea at sunrise at Munshi ghat along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras).
I don’t drink chai however I enjoy the scent of those spices blending with in the milk, I could smell this alaround the ghat which was still empty so early in the morning.

Chai from India is a sweet aromatic spiced milk tea, also known as masala tea, which is consumed by millions of people each day, just as we in the West drink coffee.
Masala tea or chai is a blend of spices, the most common being cardamom, cinnamon, ginger, cloves, and black pepper, mixed with a rich black tea, milk, and a sweetener.
This warming and soothing concoction, brewed by street vendors in India, called chai-wallahs, is boiled in a pan on the stovetop for a few minutes, then strained into a cup.

The Destruction of Everything

Posted in Banarsi (Portraits) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 25, 2009 by designldg

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Like most of the people in India, this man is drinking chai (tea) in a little bowl made of clay, he was standing near Manikarnika ghat along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras).
This is one of the oldest and most sacred ghat in the oldest living city in the world, the place for cremations.
I don’t know him, he seemed to come from the beginnings of time, he had a certain elegance, I felt that he was not here by chance.
Maybe he already knew everything about life and death and this is why he was drinking so peacefully there.
It was cold, it was before sunset in winter and we were nearby the pyre where there were some hot ashes, everything around was there to remember the inevitable destruction of everything in the world…

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