Two Snails provide moral support to each other as they are precariously Hanging from a leaf for dear life
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Careful.”
Today is the hindu festival Dussehra, also called Vijayadashami. Dussehra literally means the defeat (hara) of the ten (Dus)- headed king Raavan by Rama. This festival symbolizes the victory of good over evil. It is at the culmination of the nine day fasting period, called navratris. On the tenth day, huge effigies of Raavan are set afire amidst much celebration.
This post deals mainly with my fascination with the elaborate effigies.
The effigy- making work is given on contract to various small businessmen who specialize in such work during the festival season. This year i visited one such area in Delhi. The effigies being prepared were mostly between 30 to 50 feet in height. The work is totally manual from start to finish, and takes about 4-5 days to complete.
First the framework for the heads as well as the bodies are made out of flexible…
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(Back to blogging after almost 2 years. I am starting a series of random photo-stories, hopefully once a week. This is the first on the series.)
This picture is of the leather slippers and sandals (jootis) displayed outside a small shop in Tamil Nadu, India. In India it is common to display charms to ward off ill-luck outside shops.
Here the gargantuan leather slipper made up to resemble a demons face both showcases the perfect craftsmanship of the seller and protects the shop owner as well as his business from the evil eye.
The demon-face slipper measures about 2 feet in length, doesn’t have a partner and sits on display day after day…. while the ordinary-sized ones fit into human feet and walk off on their journeys into the world.
This is the slippers story.
“I was always an achiever, one step ahead of my peers, even when in school.
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Feelings of a Daughter for her Father
( This post is on aging related memory loss, hallucinations and dementia. It is about a parent, about us all. This post is about a wish, a song)
You call out to me from the garden. “There is a face peeping through the leaves of that mango tree. Can you see it? It moves with the breeze. The nose twitches, the eyes crinkle. Can you see it? Can you tell?”
How i wish, how i wish you were here.
There are places you go to.
I can’t keep up with your pace and so i am content to listen to the stories that you bring from your travels. I see the adventure in your eyes, hear it in your laugh. Your voice carries me away to bamboo forests, to sand dunes, to angry monsoon rivers, to cold depressing blankets of snow. i feel the deodar leaves rustle as you…
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“You are more beautiful than you think”
I wish it was George Clooney whispering these lines to me in his trademark drawl and lopsided smile that reaches his eyes. But no (and wake up woman !!), it is actually a conclusion drawn by an ‘social experiment ‘ by Dove (the brand that sells beauty products) which is making women all over the globe smile and cry. I am sure most of you would have seen the video. It is flooding inboxes and newsfeeds. If you haven’t seen it yet, here is the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=XpaOjMXyJGk
I have my reservations about the simplistic methodology used by the social scientists. It would have been better if all participants (including the subjects and the observers, and here by default they all would have to be women) gave the descriptions in third person, thus reducing the artists bias towards harsher (self description) and softer (third person)…
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