from contemplation to action.
from action to experience.
from experience to realization.
from realization to maturity. from dreams to reality.
from karma to destiny. from conscious to subconscious.
from body to soul. from illusion to awakening.
from seeking to sharing.
from passion to obsession.
from serendipity to relationships. from ‘here & now’ to nostalgia. from beginning to THE END…
…and life is beautiful and easy when you have someone to hold your hand and guide you.
I took this portrait at one of the street shoots at Mumbai’s famous Abdul Rehman street market where this young boy was selling toys on the street. When I posed a camera towards him I got one poignant look from him which is also visible in his eyes. Those eyes as if hiding so many questions, emotions and lost moments in it.
What does it mean to be living in a free country? Free to chose religion, faith, livelihood. Right to equal opportunities and justice. And in a way its relatively a subjective discussion. When a country is celebrating 65th independence day, it must have seen lot many ups and downs and along the way you expect it to be mature nation, specially when it represents 1/6th of humanity.
In last 65 years we have been through a lot. Wars, fiscal problems, ethnic riots, political crisis etc. Almost everything which a country can face. Even if you are a cynic, you have to agree that we managed these things and came out everytime we were pushed to the wall. It is also true that that all is not good and its a long way to go. Lest we forget its you and me who make this nation. Lets make an attempt, not for a day or two but times to come. Lets try and leave behind a nation better than we got.
He has dreams, but before that he has stomach to feed.
This is a common sight in Mumbai where you will find these young kids running tea stalls on a footpath or in a some corner of a busy junction. They run tea stall along with supporting home and not to forget the studies at night school. So much for that age !!!
जो लहरों से आगे नज़र देख पाती तो तुम जान लेते मै क्या सोचता हु |
वो आवाज़ तुमको भी भेद जाती तो तुम जान लेते मै क्या सोचता हु |
जिद्द का तुम्हारे पर्दा सरकता तो खिडकियों के आगे भी तुम देख पाते |
आँखों से आदतों की जो पलके हटाते तो तुम जान लेते मै क्या सोचता हु |
Clicked this portrait at small hamlet called Kankhet on the banks of river Kosi at Jim Corbett National Park. Had the opportunity to click around the beautiful village and talk to the people there. So much innocence and hope in the eyes of this little child. I asked invariably what you want to become once you grow up? He said “cricketer”. I know he may not be mature enough to decide what it is to be like a cricketer or for that matter what it is to be like anything. But I wonder even when he will be in a position to decide what he wants to do with his life, will people, his family, the society in which he lives will allow him to become what he wants? Specially when you are from such a small place? He will be burdened by the expectations, dogma’s of society !!
A dream and hope will be killed.
We all talk about how we don’t produce Nobel laureates, Olympic winning athletes, world class scientists etc but have we ever realized that its because of “us” we don’t get all these?