Water also may mean disputes and scarcity

The theme of Day 3 of the photo challenge of #developingyoureye I is ‘Water’. Of course you may ask, where is the element of water in these photographs? For that, one has to visit the Google Map where these are beautifully marked water bodies.

Well, these depict the story of a couple of vanishing lakes of Bengaluru.  Many other places in India may have the same story.  The real estate sharks may be already on the prowl. Maybe, after some years nobody will remember that there used to be thriving water bodies here.

It is said  that there used to be an ocean,  right at the place where the mighty Himalayas stand now. Who knows, there might have been beautiful water bodies right at the places where many of our skyscrapers vie for attention.

In countries like India water also may mean the lack of it. In spite of being surrounded by the sea from three sides, being flooded by the thousands of rivers every now and then, the water crisis in many parts of India is a harsh reality.

Well, let us forget Latur and move on. And, of course, not to speak of the water disputes.

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Street is where the action is

The street is a place of never ending ‘reality shows’ and ‘soap operas’, of fascination, beauty and ugliness. For this photo challenge, not only did I take some new photos, but also dug up a  few interesting ones from my archives. Here are a selected few, along with some thoughts they evoked.



Don’t  we have such streets in every part of India, where the road is perpetually under repair? A street where tangled wires carrying charges and messages hang menacingly. A street of heat and dust and partially open gutters. And, the ubiquitous holy animal.


Of course, let not the previous picture  be taken as a representative image of India. I am not vying for any Oscar. Hence, I have no inclination to show only the ‘nasty’ part of India.

Street is where the action is. Sometimes some inaction. Many streets could be so beautiful and cosy, you would not mind having a sound sleep on its pavements on broad day light, as can be seen in the  picture below.


Oblivious of the surrounding sounds, his chappals serving as his pillow, this old man takes a sound  afternoon siesta on the hard pavement  of a busy Bengaluru street.

Obviously, when it comes to quality of sleep, the quality of bed is immaterial.



While  some step lightly into the day, hoping it to be a jolly good one ………


On the same street (in the same frame) there is some one getting prepared to shoulder the burden of the future.

“If only I could exchange my two small bags for a big bite of those two ‘happiness’ pieces.”



Things do change. The street of picture I, after two years.

Colours of a subzi bazaar – a photo essay

It is a Sunday morning. In spite of the plethora of companies offering online purchase and home delivery and the mushrooming of air conditioned super stores, one of the oldest vegetable markets of Bengaluru is abuzz with activities.

Tol mol ke bol
waiting for that first deal of the day
May be the last lot of the season
Windmills for tiny tots
Keys and guns – for special customers only.
Listen carefully – the strategy for the day
Just a light partition –  for the mirchi alone

It is all about filling the jholissm9

Nothing to buy – just out for a stroll to inhale the bazaar air
No need for the mobile sister, we can talk just like that
No no…. We do not have home delivery system as yet, please come down to the market sir.
Do not go by looks. I only look green.
Shall we close the deal now?