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| Title: Nature- The Ultimate Sculptor Location: Lawns, EFLU |
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| not 4 ..all in one.... Parklane, hyderabad. 23-03-2011,Nikon 3100d |
1st Prize: Vasvi Oza, Belinda Jones | |
| the shadow, weaved with light on the wall |
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| Shadows. |
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| Shadow of a Doubt. Place: Vizag. R K beach. |
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| Mounted on the wall is the trophy, while the predator proudly exhibits his wares. The wares lay a gleaming, a glint of masked conquest...I wished that these lines would be something out of a horror (or fantasy!) fiction but sorry to disappoint, I am trying to add a little more spice to a much clichéd line of thought :) Anyway, it was almost noon when this picture was taken, with the Sunlight falling on the wall from the high windows. For me, I noticed particularly how the mounted head of the stag, and the sword in the middle uncaringly threw their shadows against the wall. I was able to catch this moment only in the right moment! Thank goodness for 'proper reflex' cameras! Place: Warwick Castle, Coventry. UK. |
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| i thought she will smile, but she couldn't....... |
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| About the Photo: Today is International Women's Day. Google has a doodle on their search page,probably showcasing the progress of women - there's a Lady with a stethoscope examining a young girl. That's food for thought for you, read it whichever way you wish. As for me, the picture I wanted to upload today reminds me to question that very progress. Here is a woman singing and dancing the song of her forefathers. In a land where turmoil prevails, the first week of December - time of the State sponsored Hornbill Festival - is always a rosy affair. The ancient regulation of Inner Line Permit required by 'non-Nagas' is relaxed for 'special conditions', a plethora of tourists inflow occurs in comparison to the 'dry spell' of visitors for the rest of the year, and of course, the 'smart' Nagas earn their highest revenue during the Open Season. Indeed, a time of prosperity and merry-making. But here is this woman, who has come from the village. She was promised a good remuneration by the village head - the direct representative of the State government. The thought of going to the capital, singing and dancing for the tourists - oh, not just Indians, but the White people too - perhaps, this could be an opportunity for the much needed 'outing' she always thought of. Leave the fields behind, leave the crops to fend for themselves, leave the family in the care of the eldest daughter, leave home...but someone among them told me, its a week of dancing, singing, no proper sleep or 'remuneration' in the cold Kohima winter, yet trying to look their best for pictures to be taken by people like me, pictures that will stand for posterity (ironically, a poster postcard too)...Aaah, one politely longs for the warm hearth in the small chuka (kitchen) at the village. |
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| for food..... |
