(Write-up Courtesy - Sukant Deepak)
Vijay Sharma tries to hear voices in buildings long abandoned. He tries to find the zenith of magic in them. And prays that he doesn't come back empty handed...
They say that the voice echoes in these places, Some say that it is not your voice that some back to you. Voices.. We wiil not talk about such places bbecing part of the heritage, all the talk is so obsolete. Moreover, culture is always such an evolving phenomenon. Not just in the external, but also in the internal sense of the word.
To understand such places, you need to believe in a bit of magic. If you don't, then it can be sad. After all, what is life without some magic... And no, don't get metamorphosed
Ever been to labyrinths of lanes in Old Delhi? Seen hundreds of people praying at the Jama Masjid? It's not the prayer, but the ambience and the suddenly deserted streets of the area during the call of the namaz that makes everything from Gabriel Gracia Marquez's works come alive. Right in the dusy bylanes of Purani Dilli... The essential re of the heart within, the sudden swirl of woman's sari. They are all part of one whole that is always close yet distant. They are part of the desire under the elms.
In the right turned rebellius, these places with old ghosts (friendly ones) assert a new identity and get lost in background modernity of things. And men walk inside them, emerge outside with schizophernic frenzy, Undecided, about old mortar, confused about their reflection.
Vijay Sharma tries to hear voices in buildings long abandoned. He tries to find the zenith of magic in them. And prays that he doesn't come back empty handed...
They say that the voice echoes in these places, Some say that it is not your voice that some back to you. Voices.. We wiil not talk about such places bbecing part of the heritage, all the talk is so obsolete. Moreover, culture is always such an evolving phenomenon. Not just in the external, but also in the internal sense of the word.
To understand such places, you need to believe in a bit of magic. If you don't, then it can be sad. After all, what is life without some magic... And no, don't get metamorphosed
Ever been to labyrinths of lanes in Old Delhi? Seen hundreds of people praying at the Jama Masjid? It's not the prayer, but the ambience and the suddenly deserted streets of the area during the call of the namaz that makes everything from Gabriel Gracia Marquez's works come alive. Right in the dusy bylanes of Purani Dilli... The essential re of the heart within, the sudden swirl of woman's sari. They are all part of one whole that is always close yet distant. They are part of the desire under the elms.
In the right turned rebellius, these places with old ghosts (friendly ones) assert a new identity and get lost in background modernity of things. And men walk inside them, emerge outside with schizophernic frenzy, Undecided, about old mortar, confused about their reflection.
The long journey back: There are flights too many at Jama Masjid in Old Delhi. Labyrinths resound with tales never forgotten
For whatever it it may stand for, it surely
makes for a good picture, especially when the shades of the day are
falling and night embraces everything...outside & inside
She is going back to a new world. Old is seldom divorced. New has no meaning
OK, a lights, camera, action shot?
Frankly, Red is the colour. Though briefly
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