THAT RICKSHAW-PULLER..

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Today is World Photo Day/World Photography Day.

Its formal or informal nature doesn’t matter. What matters that it a is nice event of global spread to celebrate our expressions and thus our emotions – with a camera in reach of every hand through the smartphone revolution.

When I had taken this photograph, the Day was not in my thoughts. I randomly clicked the moment with my cellophane while en route to my workplace.

What pulled my attention was the text written on the rickshaw-puller’s T-shirt. It was Marathi, but in Devnagari script (Hindi), so I could read the names. Then there was this party symbol of the main opposition party (Indian National Congress) of India.

This one, the T-shirt the rickshaw-puller was wearing, was possibly a campaign material during the last Lok Sabha elections and was a Mumbai export, as the names on it suggested – either this rickshaw-puller had some days of his life in Mumbai or he had got it from someone from there.

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THAT RICKSHAW-PULLER..

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

RAINBOW CLICKED AT 32000 FEET – IN A RANDOM CLICK

I usually don’t take snapshots while in a flight but the view today compelled me to react with my cellphone camera spontaneously. Yes, it was not the first time that I had witnesses a rainbow while in a flight. But somehow, I had not done it before today.

The flight was at 32,000 feet, en route to Delhi from Varanasi. It was hot and humid in Varanasi but raining in Delhi since this morning – so as usual – the Monsoon vagaries continue.

Mid-way to the journey, Monsoon’s playfulness suddenly pulled my attention when the aircraft’s pilot was announcing specifications on how the flight was doing. My eyes, staring out of the window, saw this amazing arch, overarching the whole panorama in its range.

And I don’t know how, but my right hand, on its own, slipped to my trouser’s pocket to pick cellphone to click the view. Yes, I could not do it when it was fully young in the range of my eyesight as unlocking the handset and capturing the frame took some time. But, even if I could not capture the full rainbow arch, the shots that I captured were enough to give me thoughts to write on an image created by it.

Flight Rainbow Arch 1 - W

Flight Rainbow Arch 2 - W

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

A FACE SO CHARMING, A SMILE SO WARMING

Creation can be felt in different ways
And happiness is a way to look at it
Driven by the events in the moments
When we feel content with the flow
And want to live the moment forever
Living in today
And feeling it in every tomorrow
Creation speaks through that innocent face
That opened its eyes this morning
Staring at faces and colours around him
As if looking around to know his new home
As if trying to read the spaces around
His cry says all, his smile says all
Even if a word is not spoken
And the feeling is mutual, shared by all
Creation always conveys it’s elements to us
And a child’s birth is its purest moment
It wraps us in its joy
To pull us back from the forgotten feelings
It calls us back
Into a world that is somehow ours as well
With a charming face, with a warming smile
It tells us to come together and celebrate
What we don’t appreciate anymore
A life lived in now, a life built on this now
A newborn creates a spell around us
It asks us to live in the moment
Forgetting the ‘ifs’ of tomorrow
With a smiling face, with inquisitive eyes
It reminds us again the purity of innocence
That the world so easily forgets in its created ‘realities’

(On birth of my sister’s child, a baby boy, on June 12)

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

DO WE FOLLOW PRE-DESTINED PATHS?

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Do we follow pre-destined paths?
Do we follow pre-designated plans?
Do we follow pre-laid patterns?

‘Does life follow pre-designated events as it moves’ is a question that we all ask consistently in our lives.

It is a proposition that comes to us varyingly – a suggestion, an intention, and eventuality, a possibility – as we question the life events, as we look for the meaning of ‘being me’, as we search for our identity in the realm we share with others.

That is what it goes like, and it is natural to be so.

Even the diehard individualists and postmodernists come across the moments when they accept the elements of faith and destiny in the evolution of their thought-process, in shaping their continuum to live it on.

That is being human, that is being natural.

We all are like that.

In any lifetime, there can never be a uniform way to go along.

We follow pre-destined paths.
We follow pre-designated plans.
We follow pre-laid patterns.

We concur with them. But there are spontaneous and instinctive human calls as well, to disagree, to breath the days anew.

And we then refuse to imbibe what they make us to read.

And embark on a journey where we lay down the stopovers to meet the disagreements to bring them in harmony with our existence.

We don’t follow pre-destined paths then.
We don’t follow pre-designated plans then.
We don’t follow pre-laid patterns then.

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

THE HONEY-GINGER-LEMON TEA AND THE DOGGED DOG

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My friend, who is also a respected elder brotherly figure for me, first pulled my attention to it during our random stopover at a chai-shop (tea-shop) in the market opposite the main gate of the Indian Institute of Technology, Delhi (IIT).

After lunch, we decided to take a walk and the urge to have some ‘chai’ took us to the market complex.

Now this dog was sleeping king-size in front of a food joint before the chai-shop, Chayoos, an outlet that we could locate where we thought to experiment with for fulfillment of our urge.

I had read somewhere that dogs sleep, on an average, some fourteen hours a day. Now I don’t have any idea about the verity of this claim but the dog here certainly looked living it fully.

In the midst of a slightly upscale market place with people frequenting food joints that dotted the place, he was positioned there, in his deep sleep, indifferent to the chatter of people gorging on delicacies while sipping their choices of brews.

Now, gorging on food is universal a habit to most of the Delhiites irrespective of which scale and class of the society they come from. In fact, the more affluent ones gorge more copiously (or stylishly), irrespective of which upscale area of Delhi they populate.

And by his size, our dog looked sharing this inherent gluttony of Delhiites. Clad in a striped dog coat, he was clearly obese. Sleeping under the tutelage of the ‘proclamation standy’ of the joint, with a radiant doggedness, he was sleeping like its brand ambassador and it seemed he was adopted by the ‘marketplace with many food joints’ and was enjoying many patrons and good Samaritans.

Pushed by my instinct and my friend’s suggestion, I clicked the frame in some angles. Thereafter, we proceeded to meet the demand of our urge.

Dogged Dog Collage-1

Now, this chai shop was like any other outlet in such places, promising big with cramped surroundings, with sitting places giving a feeling worse than the economy class leg rooms of many so-called no-frills air carriers. Frequented by people of all shapes and sizes, it had a longish menu on chai.

We both settled on ‘honey-ginger-lemon’ tea. The counter guy took our order, obviously with a smiling face. But the marketing innovation, yes the promoters of this chain would have thought so, that came with the smile while taking the order was a silly one.

With a marker in hand, the folk asked our name. It’s common, so I told him. Now what he does – he writes our names on the two mugs that are to be used to serve our order. And after the order is prepared, he shouts our name as on the mugs to call us. Now rubbish it was. It was a small space and there was no need for this senseless ‘value addition’. A simple order number would have done it better.

And we were not going to think in ‘outrageous for them’ terms that asking and writing names on mugs meant they would gift the respective mugs to the customers (and so to us). Even if their ‘honey-ginger-lemon’ tea was overpriced, the ‘innovation’ would not be financially viable.

Anyway, the tea served was good in taste and volume, better than my many experiences with ‘honey-ginger-lemon’ tea and ‘honey-ginger’ tea at many other outlets. We sat with, talked and discussed freely and had some quality time together on our once-a-year meeting. And the taste and the volume indeed helped in this. Also, they had accepted our request to bring down the volume of the audio.

After finishing the tea, when we came out, we again saw our dogged dog, now fully awake and strolling around the marketplace in unison with its oversized built. He was walking around like he owned the place.

Naturally extending my previous act, I took some more frames of him and we proceeded to complete our walk.

Dogged Dog Collage-2

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