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Sandwich Art

Here are the step-by-step pics.

Prepare Pomegranate Chutney: Blend a cup of pomegranate seeds with 2 green chillies, some gur, and amchur. Add some water if required. This is what you will get.

Cut sandwich into 4 pieces. Garnish with chopped carrots.

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A Dressed-Up Sunset

I love photography for 2 reasons.

One, it’s a short-cut to drawing and painting. With just a click of a button, you can capture what your mind’s eye sees and you don’t have to spend months trying to achieve that enigmatic something, something like Dorian Gray or a Mona Lisa, for instance.

Another reason is the feeling of liberation that photography as an art gives you. You can very conveniently capture only those things you find beautiful and blot out the ugly ones.

For so many months I had been trying to capture the beauty of the setting sun at Uttam Nagar red light, West Delhi, near a busy, narrow road that leads to Hastsal. This spot is generally very crowded and chaotic. It’s very close to a big, wide, open, black, dirty pool of stagnant sewer line and a big pile of debris and garbage is always there on one side of the road.  It’s very difficult and risky to stand here since vehicles keep passing and all kinds of criminals (pickpockets, jewellery and mobile phone snatchers,  drug addicts, alcoholics, etc, hang around here looking for easy targets.

Take a look at these pics. These were the initial ones.

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Here are the improved pics with the ugly spots cropped out…

 

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Slavery And Freedom

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One Sunday morning, Prithvi (name changed), wearing lungi, shirt, and running shoes, rode into our colony on a bicycle. He had 2 simian companions, Krishna (a male) and Radha (a female). They were here to earn their bread and butter for that day…

The day held out great promise, since their audience consists of mostly small children and on Sundays, they don’t go to school; they remain at home. As soon as he saw a group of children playing outside a house, he decided that that was where he would begin their day’s work.

 

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He parked his bicycle near that spot and sat down. He took out his damru and began playing it with his one free hand, the other holding on to the chained couple.  Krishna and Radha couple took their cue from him and, with a dazed look in their eyes, obediently performed all the acrobatic and mimicry acts as per his instructions. Radha’s performance was limited to only those acts where a female character was also required, like when Krishna gets married and his bride refuses to leave her parents’ home. All the performances were very smooth without any hiccup whatsoever.

It was pretty obvious that Prithvi was a very good trainer of monkeys. Not once did he raise his voice or hit them.

 

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A little group of people soon gathered around the performers. They were not aware that a wild monkey had also joined them and become part of the audience. He was watching from an adjoining balcony! Ten minutes later, the show ended. Some gave money and a few others gave bananas. A few children requested for a repeat performance. The man obliged and Krishna repeated some of his tricks while Radha peeped from behind Prithvi’s back.

Finally, when it was all over, Prithvi got up and slowly walked away with his bicycle. Radha jumped and perched herself on the rear seat while Krishna continued to walk.

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At that very while moment, the wild monkey came down from the balcony and began following them. Suddenly, he stopped  and watched wistfully, lost in thought, as their figures receded away…

 

It was a very painful moment…

Freedom is such a relative thing, isn’t it? It depends on what you want freedom from. If there were no hunger, everyone would be free and no one wold be a slave…