LIFE BEGINS THE DAY WITH THE GANGA: THE DAYSPRING LEADS TO THE GANGA (4)

A MORNING WITH THE GANGA GETS YOUNGER (13)

PHOTOGRAPHY

A series of sequential photographs of a Morning with the Ganga, travelling from the last phase of a night at the daybreak to the spring of the morning as it gets younger..

A Morning with the Ganga Gets Younger-17

A Morning with the Ganga Gets Younger-18

LIFE BEGINS THE DAY WITH THE GANGA: THE DAYSPRING LEADS TO THE GANGA

Varanasi is because the Ganga is.

The Ganga ghats in Varanasi are the lively ecosystems of human living where life is always in motion, full of vibrant shades defining the every moment of day in its inhabitant’s lives.

A morning with the Ganga is the quality time worth living every day and a memory worth revisiting every day.

Sharing the moments of a morning with the Mother River when a day steps from the slowing rhythm of the night to the energized urge of the daybreak to evolve into a fully blossomed morning – soft, caring and motivating – is an experience of the lifetime.

It is a story that can be told and retold every day. It is a story that remains forever young, with Mother Ganga, with the Ganga ghats, with its mysticism, with its spirituality, with its flow of being Banarasi, with people from every walk of life and with people who are an inseparable part of this ecosystem.

And it is equally riveting to capture the moments.

Come, and be enchanted.

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LIFE BEGINS THE DAY WITH THE GANGA: THE DAYSPRING LEADS TO THE GANGA (3)

A MORNING WITH THE GANGA GETS YOUNGER (12)

PHOTOGRAPHY

A series of sequential photographs of a Morning with the Ganga, travelling from the last phase of a night at the daybreak to the spring of the morning as it gets younger..

A Morning with the Ganga Gets Younger-20

A Morning with the Ganga Gets Younger-24

LIFE BEGINS THE DAY WITH THE GANGA: THE DAYSPRING LEADS TO THE GANGA

Varanasi is because the Ganga is.

The Ganga ghats in Varanasi are the lively ecosystems of human living where life is always in motion, full of vibrant shades defining the every moment of day in its inhabitant’s lives.

A morning with the Ganga is the quality time worth living every day and a memory worth revisiting every day.

Sharing the moments of a morning with the Mother River when a day steps from the slowing rhythm of the night to the energized urge of the daybreak to evolve into a fully blossomed morning – soft, caring and motivating – is an experience of the lifetime.

It is a story that can be told and retold every day. It is a story that remains forever young, with Mother Ganga, with the Ganga ghats, with its mysticism, with its spirituality, with its flow of being Banarasi, with people from every walk of life and with people who are an inseparable part of this ecosystem.

And it is equally riveting to capture the moments.

Come, and be enchanted.

Get interactive with Banaras Calling’s Facebook extension at:
http://www.facebook.com/BanarasCalling
Email at: interact@banarascalling.com

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

OSKAR SCHINDLER TELLS US..

Oskar Schindler (April 28, 1908 – October 9, 1974)

Today is the birth anniversary of Oskar Schindler, the Nazi party member and a German industrialist who saved thousands of Jews (the 1200 Schindlerjuden or the ‘Schindler Jews’ in his factories and their over 8000 descendants now), from Hitler’s concentration camps and gas chambers.

The movie Schindler’s List is a milestone event in telling us the larger-than-life humanitarian side of Oskar Schindler who initially thought of and made quick money by manipulating the Jew resources and manpower in the Nazi ghettos for Jews.

Oskar Schindler tells us the ‘good in us’ is certainly more powerful and is as universal as the evils like Nazism or Fascism.

It just needs its spark. Realizing it is individual. Schindler could realize it. Countless others couldn’t. And this prospect about ‘good’ and ‘bad’ sides of humanity is timeless.

This final scene from the movie directed by Steven Spielberg is a moving tribute to the Man and to the ‘good’ side of being a human being, to the ‘good’ in all of us.

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

Schindler’s List Final Scene

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIp_8RNNX4k

The conversation as filmed in the movie, as sourced from IMDB:

Oskar Schindler: I could have got more out. I could have got more. I don’t know. If I’d just… I could have got more.
Itzhak Stern: Oskar, there are eleven hundred people who are alive because of you. Look at them.
Oskar Schindler: If I’d made more money… I threw away so much money. You have no idea. If I’d just…
Itzhak Stern: There will be generations because of what you did.
Oskar Schindler: I didn’t do enough!
Itzhak Stern: You did so much.
[Schindler looks at his car]
Oskar Schindler: This car. Goeth would have bought this car. Why did I keep the car? Ten people right there. Ten people. Ten more people.
[removing Nazi pin from lapel]
Oskar Schindler: This pin. Two people. This is gold. Two more people. He would have given me two for it, at least one. One more person. A person, Stern. For this.
[sobbing]
Oskar Schindler: I could have gotten one more person… and I didn’t! And I… I didn’t!

SINKING DEEP..

The necessitated wisdom,
Was still inchoate
The ‘isms’,
Were acting inanimate, insensate
The moment,
Had failed to be the moment
It was like,
Sinking deep in the bereavement
Suddenly, life started feeling,
Like a negated concept
Something of an event,
That had compromised even death
The concepts,
Got running on impulses arraigned
Miserably,
It did not tell if it was existential
The absence of death was killing.
The absence of life was haunting.
And the person responsible for it,
Was not the reason for it
Inchoate, sinking,
Looking for the thread,
To swim across the ‘isms’

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

THE NIGHT DEMANDED

The night was getting hooked to the blues of its Templar.
The attachment had a purple haze.
Like everyone decided to be left in a confused state.
Like the lines were drawn,
Only to be made lifeless, annihilated for their depth.
As if, the shallowness was deep enough,
To squeeze them all in.
He knew nights did act like that.
He had seen,
The fog mixing with the haze to serve the cocktail.
He believed in the profundity of the Grey.
But the night demanded,
The simplicity of Black and White to get clear of the haze.

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

THE LOSS HAD ITS IDENTITY REJIG

The clouds looked so tamed.
The pain it had caused was amiss.
It rained but was itself drained.
The loss had its identity rejig.
The clouds looked enamored by the pain.
The loss rained thus to make its gain.

Contemplation & The Reflex

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

DECEIT SPEAKS IN MULTIPLE WAYS

Deceit,
Speaks in multiple ways.
Betrayal,
Tails in sweeping sways.
Duplicity
Runs amok on its gauge.
Amor,
Then comes to rush the days.
Immoralities,
When crush the grace.
He read it.
He had read ‘that’ person so many times.
Yet..

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THAT YOU ARE STILL IDIOSYNCRATIC..

“Feel good if you are still idiosyncratic.
It tells the child in you still has say in your life.
That innocence is a blessing in tough times.”

That You Are Still Idiosyncratic

THAT YOU ARE STILL IDIOSYNCRATIC..

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/