मुजमे एक आवाझ है ऐसि,
सांसे बेखबर, खबर रुह (soul) को जिस्की |
भीद मे इस तन्हाइ के सबब (reason) क्या है?
बूंदो कि इस प्यास के अतित (history) क्या है?
अतुट है जब पर्छाइ (shadow) तो रात के अंदाझ क्या है?
झिंदगि है जुआ (gambling) तो हार के मलाल (regret) क्या है?
– Hitesh Patel
This weeks wordpress weekly photo challenge is Mine. I am posting here one of the indoor clicks which I took some time ago while reading a book.
Books and the whole experience of reading is an symbol of solitude for me. And the experience is what I truly cherish. I am very possessive about my books and share a very special relationship with all the books I read. Since the beginning when I started reading books I have habit of marking and noting down views and my comments in the margins of the book and by the time I finish a book its all the more important for me. I rarely share my books.
Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times?” Mo had said…”As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells…and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower…both strange and familiar.
– Cornelia Funke
For this week’s photo challenge, I am posting some of the picture from street photography and photo walks from Mumbai. It mostly portrays the life of urban poor, daily wage earners and life in general on streets.
Worker at ship breaking site. Darukhana, Mumbai.
Clicked this somewhere outside the raey road station in mumbai. A cobbler sitting at his self made road side shop. I find this picture fascinating simply because the kind of look I see on the face of this man. As if he has strange sense of calmness in his being and about what he does, but looking at his eyes I found some contradiction and it seem to carry myriad questions about life and survival in the city of mumbai.
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 !!!
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.
Just a hope.
‘Life’s under no obligation to give us what we expect.”
– Margaret Mitchell
There has always been confusion over “what to do ?” Accept whatever life has to offer or strive for things which you want !! Isn’t it a paradox that most of the human triumph are a result of not accepting things as they are and also, most of the sorrow’s suffered by humans comes from the fact that we don’t accept things as they are.
The dilemma remains while hope keeps driving us.
“…there is a God, there always has been. I see him here, in the eyes of the people in this [hospital] corridor of desperation. This is the real house of God, this is where those who have lost God will find Him… there is a God, there has to be, and now I will pray, I will pray that He will forgive that I have neglected Him all of these years, forgive that I have betrayed, lied, and sinned with impunity only to turn to Him now in my hour of need. I pray that He is as merciful, benevolent, and gracious as His book says He is.”
–Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
This was a lucky shot on one of the street shoot at Vasai Fort where there is large community of Catholics fisherman. This is a small cross on the trunk of a big tree on the road side. It looked so beautiful and never knew it will come out like this.