Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
When was the last time you made a call to your old friend.
Why not try to do it again today..
Why not do it NOW?
What if someone were to call you and it was the last call they ever did?
The thought haunts me, but life is such that somewhere or the other this situation arises!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Faith comes in all forms in India.
From a stone being worshiped to a tree being worshiped.
A tree becomes revered the moment it has an idol on it, or someone places a flower as a sign of worship.
The faith is ignited in any object, and anything can be worshiped.
The questioning is absent. One fails to wonders why? If it can be a tree..why can't it be a furniture?
Or is it not the tree... but the placing of the small idol that made the difference.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
As mentioned earlier, the faith continues till ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
This shiv linga (the idolatry form of worship of Lord Shiva) was lying in a pool of dirt and unwanted frames. It was discarded by some.
Someone came along and saw it. It now has a flower offered to it everyday and fresh tika applied.
The faith continues ... no matter where.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
I ask myself the question every time I go out on the streets to do photography.
The simplest of actions by people makes you believe that people are it is something beyond the explainable.
There was a necklace which had a locket that seemed holy, lying on the ground, someone picked it up and placed it on the pillar.
This was not even a temple. Just a painting on the wall. This becomes the temple. The area surrounding it is sacred now. To the extent that people go there without slippers, a mark to show respect. The pillars adorn by the colors of the gods. Elements to signify that there is a holy space that you are entering.
No one dares to touch it. The necklace remains for days... The rains to not dislocate it either. Nature takes force. A force that could reduce us to the basics. The ashes to ashes.. the dust to the dust.
The faith remains.
One day someone else will find that the necklace is rusted. The walls dirty. Will convince the neighbors to pitch in. Or take up the responsibility himself.
The space is revamped.
The faith is re-established.
And the cycle continues.