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There are 26 countries poorer than Pakistan but send more of their children to school, demonstrating the issue is not about finances, but will and articulating demand effectively. It is too easy, and incorrect, to believe that Pakistan is too poor to provide this basic right.
(More on www.educationemergency.com.pk)
Each time I have 10 000 more viewers, I celebrate it with another picture of me and this morning 60 215 Flickr viewers and 24 650 Ipernity viewers visisted my photostream.
Once again I wanted to thank you all for the many comments that you left on my images and for your friendship.
I also take this opportunity to write that it is not always easy to have an good internet connexion from Varanasi and therefore I can't answer you as much as I want.
The title of this image comes from the Hindu mystical poetess Mirabai (मीराबाई) who wrote " Nothing is really mine except Krishna" in a poem about Krishna.
Today is Lord Krishna's birthday, Srijayanti or Krishnashtami also known as Janmashtami which is one of the most popular festival in Uttar Pradesh, it is very similar to Christmas eve, people make also a crib with baby Krishna..
I already wrote as a comment to one of my image that I realised that there were many similarities between Krishna and Jesus:
Jesus and Krishna were called both a God and the Son of God.
Both were sent from heaven to earth in the form of a man.
Both were called Savior, and the second person of the Trinity.
Both had an adoptive human father who was a carpenter.
Krishna and Jesus were of royal descent.
Both were visited at birth by wise men and shepherds, guided by a star.
Angels in both cases issued a warning that the local dictator planned to kill the baby and had issued a decree for his assassination, the parents fled, Mary and Joseph stayed in Muturea; Krishna's parents stayed in Mathura.
Both claimed: "I am the Resurrection."
Both performed many miracles, including the healing of disease. One of the first miracles that both performed was to make a leper whole.
Both selected disciples to spread his teachings.
Both celebrated a last supper. Both forgave his enemies.
Both descended into Hell, and were resurrected. Many people witnessed their ascensions into heaven.
In addition to the above points of correspondence, there may be one more similarity: they may have both been crucified.
According to Bhagavata Purana some beleive that Krishna was born without a sexual union, by "mental transmission" from the mind of Vasudeva into the womb of Devaki.
Traditional belief based on scriptural details and astrological calculations gives the date of Krishna's birth, known as Janmashtami, as either 18th or 21st July 3228 BCE.
Members of the Ahmadiyya Muslim Community believe Krishna to be a great prophet of God as described by their founder, Mirza Ghulam Ahmad:
"Let it be clear that Lord Krishna, according to what has been revealed to me, was such a truly great man that it is hard to find his like among the rishis and avatars of the Hindus.
He was an avatar (i.e. a prophet) of his time upon whom the Holy Spirit would descend from God.
He was from God, victorious and prosperous. He cleansed the land of the Arya from sin and was in fact the prophet of his age.
He was full of love for God, a friend of virtue and an enemy of evil."
Krishna worship or reverence has been adopted by other religions (Jainism, Buddhism, Bahá'í Faith,...) as well.
A simple thought is coming to my mind, gathering with Krishna couldn't we try to find what is common in our beliefs in order to respect each others...
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Those two pelhwans (Indian wrestlers) are standing at the entrance of the little akhara (gymnasia) which is lost in the fields near Sakalhida, a village in the Indian state of Uttar Pradesh.
It was in winter, early in the morning before sunrise.
"After exercising, a wrestler rubs his body with the earth of the akhara to dry his perspiration.
This prevents his body from cooling too rapidly, and thus guards against illness.
While resting, he is rubbed down.
As the earth dries on his skin it is scraped off by other wrestlers.
By the time the earth is scraped, the body is cool enough for the wrestler to bathe.
It is vitally important that a person not bathe while still hot, for this will inevitably enrage the body and cause serious illness.
A wrestler must urinate before bathing in order to relieve the body’s inner heat".
("The Wrestler's Body: Identity and Ideology in North India" by Joseph S. Alter)
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...and how she looked
revealed too little too late;
unspoken laments now stripped bare.
A coffee, cigarette and pumpkin soup,
and still no messenger to shoot?
© Kate Gluskie
"i fully intend on writing a book someday" she said
"really?" i said
"yes, and i think you just may be the chapter that makes it sell"
i smiled.
ALL MY PHOTOS ARE NOW ON SALE!
At this point, the end of the session, the end of the light, it was easy to make Alex smile. She wasn't a tough one, she was into my "slightly arrogant but funny photographer" performance, we had a good time with it, the Polaroids were coming out real good, that's the key. Show 'em a good Polaroid, it's all over!
She'd seen good digital photos of herself before, of course, she'd seen decent Polaroids of herself before, but when I can pull off a real banger of a Polaroid, all warm LA sunlight and closer than anyone else gets, show 'em a photo of themselves they've never seen before, all the doors start to open up.
Figure that's a big ask of a photographer, but for me, that's the goal, every time. Not one I voice aloud, but that's the beauty of writing here, it helps me articulate my own process.
Show 'em something new, and a smile like this isn't far behind.
See the whole series on The Photographic Journal
So much history in one painting, allow the museum that Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney founded to articulate;
Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney, founder of the Whitney Museum, commissioned this portrait in 1916 from Robert Henri, leader of the urban realist painters who had shocked the New York art world barely a decade earlier with their images of ordinary people and commonplace city life. By 1916, Mrs. Whitney, a professional sculptor, had founded the Whitney Studio in Greenwich Village, a lively center for the support and exhibition of new American art. When Henri’s portrait was finished, Mrs. Whitney’s husband, Harry Payne Whitney, refused to allow her to hang it in their opulent Fifth Avenue town house. He didn’t want his friends to see a picture of his wife, as he put it, "in pants." Mrs. Whitney’s attire and self-possessed demeanor were highly unusual for a well-bred woman of her day. In this painting, Henri transformed the traditional genre of a recumbent female—usually a nude courtesan or the goddess Venus—into a portrait of the quintessential "modern" woman. The portrait hung in Whitney’s West 8th Street studio, which in 1931 became the first home of the Whitney Museum.
I do love that painting.
"The oldest living city in the world".
Those three sarees are drying at the upper terrace nearby the Bivi Razaia Masjid, a small mosque located in the chawk of Varanasi (Benaras).
It was two days ago at sunset, a few hours before Mumbai’s tragedy.
Everything seemed to be so peaceful then, it was a moment frozen in eternity with those three poems in silk, light like chiffon.
Each tells a different story with it’s weaven motives and colours.
Mister Kamaludin Khan, the colour magician, was asking some of his workers to fold them; I just had the time to take a few pictures and to enjoy those shades of blue and purple which were flying like butterflies...
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Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
you have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover's arms can only come later when you're sure they won't laugh if you trip.
Jonathan Carroll
"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
~ George Eliot ~
My favourite moments are spent tucked into the corner of a bus between cities, alone in the dark without your shoulder to lean on, because there is startling clarity in the aching of my heart then, and I am finally able to articulate why you feel like home.
(forty)
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
If you are the amber mare
I am the road of blood
If you are the first snow
I am he who lights the hearth of dawn
If you are the tower of night
I am the spike burning in your mind
If you are the morning tide
I am the first bird's cry
If you are the basket of oranges
I am the knife of the sun
If you are the stone altar
I am the sacrilegious hand
If you are the sleeping land
I am the green cane
If you are the wind's leap
I am the buried fire
If you are the water's mouth
I am the mouth of moss
If you are the forest of the clouds
I am the axe that parts it
If you are the profaned city
I am the rain of consecration
If you are the yellow mountain
I am the red arms of lichen
If you are the rising sun
I am the road of blood
Octavio Paz
Legs done, knees do articulate like the MG models!
Looking for tips on smoothing it out a bit, its quite difficult.
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
"Before anyone will lend you a hand, you must touch their heart.
Be like the sun: the sun gives all it can give.
But in return, all of the flowers, the trees and the plants grow toward it".
(“Daily Inspiration” by Robin Sharma)
When I am stuck in the traffic and I am not driving I always enjoy to take a few pictures of what is around me.
One evening in delhi, I was on my way home in a rickshaw and I could see people in a bus who seemed to be bored and fed up.
It was a few weeks ago and it was still cold, this guy saw me taking a few shots, he was also looking at everyone from the window, he was certainly tired of his day.
I have other pictures where he smiled at me once he realized he was my subject.
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"Την πόρτα ανοίγω το βράδυ
την λάμπα κρατώ ψηλά
να δούνε της γης οι θλιμμένοι
να 'ρθουνε να βρουν συντροφιά
Να βρούνε στρωμένο τραπέζι
σταμνί για να πιει ο καημός
κι ανάμεσά μας θα στέκει
ο πόνος του κόσμου αδερφός
Να βρούνε γωνιά ν' ακουμπήσουν
σκαμνί για να κάτσει ο τυφλός
κι εκεί καθώς θα μιλάμε
θα 'ρθει συντροφιά κι ο Χριστός."
At night I open the door
I hold the lamp high up
For the saddened of this earth to see
And come in our company
And find a table set
The chagrin will find a pot to drink from
And the pain of this world
Will be like a brother among us
There will be a place for all to lean on
There will be a stool for the blind to sit on
And as we will be talking
Christ will also come and join us."
Music by Mikis Theodorakis
Lyrics by Tassos Livaditis, translated by yours truly.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gI1FCbwIhw0
"Explored" on May 21, 2008.
There was a political meeting for pre-election advertisement by local Congress leaders which is “hamari pyaari beham Sonia Ghandi’s party” ( “the party of our loving sister Sonia Ghandi”...lol...!!!) in front of the Jallianwala Bagh Memorial in Amritsar (Punjab).
A man started shouting in a microphone for a few minutes and little by little an huge crowd was there listening to his speech and the traffic was jamed.
When it ended this group of Sardar-jis were in the middle of the street, I liked this swirl of turbans with several colours that I could see from the window of where I was standing.
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Sardar (Persian: سردار ) is a title of Persian origin, used for military or political leaders.
The word's cognate in Persian, Sirdar, means commander.
Literally sar means "head" while dar means "holder" in Persian.
Thus, the term Sardar may also mean a military or political leader, comparable to the English chieftain.
In India/Pakistan, in Punjabi, Hindi and other Indian languages, the word often refers to a male follower of the Sikh faith.
Often, the -ji is added to the word to denote respect, resulting in the word "Sardarji".
The word may convey several meanings, often associated with military authority.
In Sikhism, sardar refers to a man who has a beard, hair and covers their hair with a turban and Sikhs often use Sardar as prefix to their name instead of Mister, e.g. Sardar Surjit Singh.
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Relaunch Party for Northampton's Baby Cafe...saved by a fantastic bunch of 'tyrannical articulates'!
How did he come here? Who gave him the key?
Slipped in his hand so secretly
Who put the colour like lines on his face
And brought him here to a pagan place?
Who shot the arrow? How high did it fly?
When he tipped it with poison
Did he even know why?
What unseen hand brought him
Face to face to face to face with all this and more
In a pagan place?
Come into my parlour, sail in at my shore
Drink my soul dry there is always more
There is always more after
Now fly on my carpet look into my face
And see the Heart of Man
In a Pagan, in a Pagan, in a Pagan...
Pagan....
St Peter, Stutton, Suffolk
The Ipswich to Manningtree road cuts off a long tongue of land from the rest of Suffolk. As the great Rivers Orwell and Stour roll towards the sea, the edge inexorably closer to each other, until at Shotley gate they meet before emptying into the North Sea. This huge natural harbour is now home to England's largest container port, but you wouldn't think anything of the kind could be so close in the gentle woods and lanes of the Peninsula, except for the cranes which occasionally peep above the treetops, of course. The setting of St Peter is idyllic: you head down through Holbrook, and then into the woods. It sits in a close with several awesomely grand houses for company, and the Stour estuary is below, wild Essex beyond.
The appearance of the church is a little unusual, and requires some investigation. This is one of the south towers found commonly in the Ipswich area. No south aisle was ever built beside it as at neighbouring Holbrook, but several successive Victorian restorations saw the addition of a long south transept which contains an organ chamber and a vestry which is largely invisible from inside the church, and the rebuilding of the chancel with the addition of a north aisle and transept. But the original tracery of the chancel east window was moved into the chancel aisle, which explains why such an overwhelmingly 19th century extension has a medieval window.
None of the restorations were the work of a major local architect. There seems to have been a rolling programme of refurbishment throughout the 1840s and 1850s, probably at the behest of a Tractarian-minded Rector. The two major restorations came in the 1860s and 1870s, and although Richard Phipson, as Norwich Diocesan Architect, certainly oversaw the work, the combination of, first, Hawkins of London, and then the firm of Francis, has left something unusual and interesting.
Stepping inside, this is an almost-entirely early Victorian interior of some high quality. The furnishings are the work of the great Ipswich woodcarver Henry Ringham, who, despite going bankrupt after overspending on his infamous Gothic House, was still sufficiently highly thought of some decades after his death to have an Ipswich road named after him. If they really date from 1842 then they are the major example of his early work.
An outstanding feature of the west end is Stutton's millennium window. These were installed in many churches at the turn of the century, and are too often kitschy and dull. No such charge could possibly levelled against Stutton's. The window is absolutely outstanding of its kind, at once enthralling, theologically articulate and inclusive. The artist was Thomas Denny, whose work is more familiar in the west of England. The upper part depicts a passage from Isaiah: And a man shall be as an hiding place from the wind and a covert from the tempest; as rovers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land. And the eyes of them that see shall not be dim and the ears of them that hear shall hearken. The lower part depicts the counterpoint passage from the book of Revelation: And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of the Lamb. In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
Either side of the west end are memorials to 17th century Jermys. These are rather striking - they were moved here at the time the chancel was rebuilt, and depict Sir Isaac and Lady Jane Jermy on the south wall, with their son Sir John and Lady Mary Jermy opposite. The verses are well worth a second glance for an insight into 17th Century eloquence.
A remarkable memorial from more than a century earlier is at first sight rather unexciting. It is under the carpet at the east end of the nave, commemorating John Smythe of Stutton Hall, who died in 1534. It is a brass plaque in English, reading O(f your charity pray for the soule) of John Smythe, Knight. John deceased the XIIIIth day of August in the year of Our Lord MCCCCCXXXIIII O(n his soul)e Jesus have mercy. There is no figure, no heraldic devices, no trimmings at all. So what makes it so interesting? Well, at some stage, probably in the late 1540s, possibly in the early 1640s, or perhaps at some time between or shortly afterwards, all the parts of the inscription that reflect Catholic theology and doctrine have been viciously raked out, with either a sword-tip or chisel. So, we have lost f your charity pray for the soul and, at the end, n his soul. A fascinating document of the protestant intolerance of early modern England.
The chancel has been reordered in a curious manner. The rood screen is almost certainly also by Henry Ringham, making it a work of some significance, and was installed here before the chancel arch was rebuilt in 1862. It has been set further east, with the altar brought forward, and now provides an elegant backdrop to the sanctuary.
All the 19th Century glass is worth a look, being a record of work through the decades of the 19th century. Some is the 1840s work of Charles Clutterbuck, which as Pevsner points out makes them rare survivals in Suffolk. As often on the peninsula, the church suffered blast damage during the last War and several windows are lost, but these losses are recorded in their replacements. The Ward & Hughes-style window of St Helen and St Peter appears to date from the 1850s, and if so it is a remarkably early example of such a thing in Suffolk, where such papistry would have been controversial until well into the 1860s. Powell's glass of the post-Resurrection Christ greeting his Disciples on the shores of Galilee of a couple of decades later must have struck a chord of familiarity in this coastal parish, and remains a good example of the workshop's early work in Suffolk.
There is more good work in the north transept and chapel, but unfortunately this is now used as a meeting room, and is kept locked. You can see it through the glass partition, but it is impossible to photograph. Otherwise, this is a interesting and welcoming church, with a beautiful setting and a strong sense of continuity.
Utata Iron Photographer 246
1 - something plaid
2 - something tied with string
3 - weird post-processing
I took 30 images. I couldn't decide how to wrap myself up. The string was on the left hand and then the right hand and I thought about wrapping up my head but I had already been there done that with IP192
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Then there were the 6 iterations in post-processing with a final photoshop extravaganza that had me using 8 layers and umpteen filters and masks and whatzits. Although I probably could have (and probably should have) used some formulaic preset or online doohicky; it was just one of those days that seemed to benefit from not doing the many other household chores that are on my to-do list.
"If I try to articulate every little detail in a drawing, it would be like missing the forest for the trees, so it's just about getting the outline of the forest." - Jeff Koons
52in2017 24 Self Portrait
This image was shot on the bank of river Ganga at Scindia ghat in Varanasi (Benaras).
At dusk I often meet seniors nearby the holy waters of the oldest living city in the world, I try to pierce their souls with my camera but I can hardly find anything as they are wrapped with their reflections.
Sometimes they look at the holy waters, just like this man and I come close.
Then I can feel their breath on their lives and in a way I can say that it gives power to my life.
I understood that this source of power is to see those elders aging in grace and dignity.
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While studying photography in Pathshala, I developed new technical and aesthetic skills at an academic level and gained a fresh perspective on seeing the world around me. However, I still felt that something was missing. That missing piece was the ability to articulate aesthetics through language and to experience aesthetics with the basis of life itself.
During this time, I developed a deep desire to understand philosophy. Within a few months, I decided to pursue academic studies in philosophy. There were two main reasons behind this decision: first, to gain knowledge of philosophy, and second, to reshape my photographic view point through a philosophical angle—essentially, to integrate aesthetics with philosophy.
As I delved into this complex subject, I found myself particularly influenced by three philosophical ideologies: the philosophy of Nihilism, Engels and Marx’s materialism, and Gautama Buddha’s theory of Functionalism. These perspectives began shaping my understanding of life, humanity, society, and aesthetics. My way of seeing the world started to transform.
Nihilism and materialist philosophy argue that humans are not a special species. According to Buddha, life itself is full of suffering. Since humans are not inherently special and life has no predetermined purpose, people often experience restlessness. My photographs reflect this idea through landscapes, where excessive negative space in the frame symbolizes despair, purposelessness, and solitude in human life. Most people live under the illusion that they are unique compared to the surroundings. This belief prevents them from feeling truly connected to nature.
Lalon once said, "He and Lalon exist together, yet they are separated by infinite distance." Even though humans exist within nature, they somehow remain detached from it. In my frames, vast negative spaces with tiny human figures symbolize this very detachment. Here, nature is immense, and humans are small—serving as a reminder that humanity is not any superior to nature.
The mist in my photographs enhances the minimalist effect, further detaching people from their surroundings. The presence of human-made structures in the background represents our ongoing struggle to prove our superiority. However, the blurred, barely visible architecture behind the fog reflects the failure of this pursuit. Humanity is trapped in this endless contradiction, deepening its existential despair. Meanwhile, the fog thickens, and the distance between humans and nature continues to grow.
i shouldn't have to show you this to prove that my mom is the coolest. but just in case anyone ever had any doubts...
she's the flippin' coolest.
(for lack of a more articulate word. one that a wordsmith like her would know.)
as i get older, and realize that this woman--a single-parent who managed to not only work in a crazy newsroom and put up with my brother's guns-n-roses "paradise city" being blasted at 7 am before school--somehow kept me fed and took me to art festivals and ballets and toted me to and from piano lessons, that i didn't practice for, and gymnastics classes and ballet and tap classes and pottery classes and a week at the beach every summer and walks in the neighborhood "following our noses" to the wisteria vines and makes me vegetarian lasagna and took me on a trip to the rainforest because i wanted to go before they disappeared,
when i think about how few hours i have in the day, as an adult, which i only recently conceded to becoming, i can't understand how she did it
really
it's almost superhero-ish
she is the ubermom
let's raise a toast to a mom who can jam on an african drum, say a prayer in tibetan, write award-winning short stories, make ends meet, dance the tango, and still find the time to spoon-feed you love til you feel like you're going to overflow
and i'll tell you a secret, whenever i would wait for her to pick me up from daycare after she'd been away on a trip or i'd really missed her that day i would sit there and plan out a huge dash to the gate once i caught sight of her
and run into her arms
so here's to running to your mommy's open arms
and appreciating her super hero qualities
and never taking a mom who'll dance in the sand dunes for granted
cuz, like i said, she's the coolest.
would it be weird to say my mom is the best thing that ever happened to me? since i happened to her?
well, i'll stick by it anyway.
happy mother's day, mom.
i promise to wear sunblock next time.
"The oldest living city in the world".
Anand, the mahji was driving us along the Ganges since a wile, we stopped near main ghat as we were looking for some drinks for all of us.
I stayed on the boat and saw this happy family coming for ablutions.
They were Rajasthanis and they came to Benares to take a dip in the holy waters of river Ganga in the hope to purify the body and washes away the sin.
They saw me taking pictures and were smiling at me.
I remember this young lady wearing a yellow sari, she was pretending to be afraid of walking in the river and she was making funny faces in order to catch my attention.
It was a nice moment and I believe that this family will always keep in their heart that day in Varanasi (Benaras).
As water washes away physical dirt, Hindus give it symbolic value as a cleanser of souls...
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When your body no longer gets tired, you can wander forever.
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A revamp of my old project from several years ago, and my own eternal curse as I've been tinkering with it for over seven years now.
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, articulates a message of hope in a time of rapid change and turmoil. Through Words of Peace he points to the possibility that each individual can find peace within, whatever is going on around them. Below is an excerpt from one of his addresses where he talks about his message of peace.
Read more: Words of Peace Global
By chance I saw this Chinese buddha holding a Rudraksha in his hands jusr like the mala I always wear as a necklace.
Rudraksh is formed by association of two words, 'RUDRA' and 'AKSHA'.
Rudra is the name of Lord Shiva and Aksha means 'tear'.
It is said that the plant of Rudraksh is originated from the tear drops of Lord Shiva.
As per the vedic scriptures Rudraksh can nullify the effects of malefic planets to a great extent.
Shastras say Rudraksh of any mukhis can never do any harm to the wearer unlike Navratnas, which have to be carefully chosen.
No other necklace or bead is so auspicious and powerful as Rudraksh.
Each bead has a different effect on its holder, depending on the number of mukhis it has.
Each Rudraksh is very individualistic and has to be carefully matched with one's horoscope for it to be beneficial.
The seed of Rudraksh has been given a very special place and it is credited with mystical and divine properties.
The botanical name of the Rudraksh plant is "ELAEOCARPUS GANITRUS", it is a large evergreen broad-leaved tree that grows in the area from the Gangetic Plain to the foothills of the Himalayas, Rudraksha trees are also found in middle areas of Nepal.
It is said that the seed of Rudraksh contains the secrets of entire evolution of the cosmos within it.
It is believed that one who wear Rudraksh on their bodies, cannot be affected by sins.
Even if, one wears Rudraksh on his body, without doing worship and saying the sacred mantra, does no get near any sinful deed or thought.
The Rudraksh are worn for their specific benefits.
These are much more powerful and can help achieve wonders, if energized and empowered the right way.
Rudraksha mālā are worn by many Hindus.
Rudraksha is also used for treatment of various diseases in traditional Indian medicine.
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in all history of Humanity...in Mankind's search for eternal life...as to be remembered and glorified through material things...but there we found immortality...in the simplicity of wisdom...found in our love, peace, and joy with one another...that no matter who we are and wherever we may be...but our love becomes rather heartfelt by all throughout our family, friends, and future generations forever...
Adam was but human--this explains it all. He did not want the apple for the apple's sake, he wanted it only because it was forbidden.
-Mark Twain
in the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing
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“Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe in
What you see”
(Lyrics from “In The Waiting Line” by Zero 7)
With this image I am still playing with the viewer's perception, is this a close-up of a Greek sculpture from Le Louvre museum in Paris or is this a picture of a pehlwan (Indian wrestler) taken in Varanasi (Benaras)?
Zero 7 sings “In The Waiting Line”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jj6yXxVc21Y
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This was shot during the monsoon, at the moment of the year when very few people come to Agra in order to visit the Taj Mahal (ताज महल).
Near the last pool, I met a group of Rajasthani villagers who were very happy to see the mausoleum built by Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan in memory of his favorite wife, Mumtaz Mahal.
They asked me to take a few pictures of them.
The light was perfect as it stopped raining for a while.
I have always been impressed by the elegance and the beauty of Rajasthani women, they walk like fashion models, wearing amazing garments and jewels even when they have to work in the fields or whenever they are keeping animals.
They might be villagers, they look like queens, wrapped in dignity and pride.
That morning they allowed me to show the Taj in a different way, this unique view was so unexpected, like this lady who is smiling above the expected...
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I was driving early in the morning before sunrise on the road from Varanasi to Bodh Gaya and at a few miles before the border of Bihar I saw a little akhara lost in the fields near Sakalhida, a village in the Indian state of Uttar Pradesh.
An akhara is a place where Indian wrestlers practice their training (gymnasia).
"Although the majority of wrestlers tend to be in their early to mid-teens, the term pahalwan designates an identity that is by no means limited to the teenage wrestler.
In fact, the term pahalwan includes men who were disciplined wrestlers in their youth and who, as married adults, continue to subscribe to the ideals, if not the strict regimen, of a wrestling way of life.
These men are employed, support families, and are integrated members of their communities in every sense.
However, their whole identity derives from the complex discipline of wrestling exercise and values.
A wrestling identity, then, is not restricted to the context of an akhara; it is an attitude toward life in general."
("The Wrestler's Body: Identity and Ideology in North India" by Joseph S. Alter)
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وجهك اللي قد حبسته داخلي في غمضة عيوني
واللي ياما قد رسمته .. من عبث طيشي وجنوني
وجهك اللي دوم يظهر .. لما ألقى نشوة الفكرة الجديدة داهمتني
لما القى .. انكساراتي قصيدة واكتبتني
وجهك اللي دوم يظهر .. في اعاصيري وسكوني
في الجبال الشاهقة .. في أجمل خيالي
في السفوح الخافقة .. بين نبضي وانفعالي
وجهك اللي قد نحته .. في عظامي والجوارح
وجهك اللي قد حفظته .. وبتفاصيل الملاح
Mashalla tbark alla =)
babi lolo