Disco Papita

To me this photograph is full of emotions and expressions and depicts the true Indian way of buying fruits and vegetables. The vendor here is trying to do whatever he can to tell the features and benefits of the Papayas he is selling. The variety of these Papayas as told me by this guy was ‘Disco Papita’. God knows from where this name ‘Disco’ came!

The Sardarji gentleman has already done his bit of having his daily quota of fruits at the mandi.... nah, on the serious side after tasting and being sure of the quality perhaps he will buy some for his folks at home after twisting the vendor’s arm to his full on the rates. Two ladies at the right are not so sure of what he is mentioning to bhai saab in front ...“Are bauji isse meetha Papita na milehga kahin”... and there are some at the back who are still in a state of dilemma whether to even go close to the cart or not....and I on the other side did my own bit of making a good picture!

Divine Faith...Unlimited!

Now this is something interesting that I noticed around 5 years back when I was travelling to Nawanshehar, a small town in Indian Punjab with my wife, Ritu. As usual, she was holding the camera and I was on the driver seat. Ritu always has been a fantastic assistant to me while I am in a mood to shoot. The story is very different at home and the assistant cap shifts on to me...infact the cap takes on the profile of a bandhua majdoor...and obviously then I have no other option left but to enjoy with that too!

Anyways, with music on and the car zooming at a high speed...I suddenly stopped with a screech... "what happened, why did u stop the car?" said she. "Give me the camera fast, ek badhiya photo ban rahi hai", I shouted back and got off the car with the camera. What I had noticed was a rickshaw puller with a rickshaw converted for promoting movies was going around the street.

It is not uncommon to still see this kind of publicity and promotion happening in smaller towns in India. A cycle rickshaw is converted with three sides used to display the movie posters. A reflex type horn speaker as used during election campaigning is put on the top which can wake one up even from the deepest of sleep. Most of the time the music that is played (normally some real spicy kind of) is not even from the movie being publicised.

Anyways, what caught my attention was not the rickshaw but the name (Hawas Ka Shikari) of this local kind of a porn movie and even more catchy was the divine faith placed strategically on top of the entire setup.

No wonder, I thought, whatever we Indians do or start with, it has to be with the name of the goddess....Jai Mata Di!

Memories from the City Beautiful!

As I came back from work, I was told to pick up Jholas and get in the car again to go to the weekly Sabji Mandi. How could I have said no to high command, I had to obey the orders. Anyways we reached the mandi and managed to somehow get some parking space. Chandigarh is a place where each area holds a weekly bazaar and farmers from neighbouring villages come and sell absolute fresh vegetables. But, if one misses out on the day, one will have to go a little far off on some other day to get vegetables to fill up the refrigerator for a week's requirement. So you can imagine what rush and huge hustle bustle one has to face to get one's weekly quota of veggies.

Anyways, I was in no mood of buying vegetables and the moment we got out of car my mind started working on another opportunity which obviously my wife Ritu could have never imagined...."Ritu, can you see that three storey house there?" "Yes, so what?", she replied..."If I could get on top of that house, imagine what a great capture can I make of this mandi" and she was like has he gone crazy? "How will you do that and why would the owner allow you to get into his house?" I was lucky that atleast she had shown some positive response to my idea. We came back immediately without the veggies...what we had for dinner that night is a different story altogether.

With my entire gamut of photography equipment I pressed the door bell and out came an elderly gentleman..."Sir", very hesitantly and with a little embarrassment I told him about my intentions...."haan haan beta kyon nahin aa jao", and he accompanied me till the roof and even gave me a ladder to go further up....

Now that's what Chandigarh still is and that's how Chandigarh is still different from the rest of the world....people still trust strangers and still respect others' thoughts!

Anyways, I do not want to linger on with the story, but here I am putting in the picture that I made that night which surely remains my favourite till date and has earned me a lot of recognition....Hope you all will like it too!