Saturday, June 16, 2018

Follow the ducks, Digital India

Ducks in Formation

As the day proceeds and I follow a bunch of ducks heading for a swim, I too head to the local market to see what I can discover,
No place like a village market to see the people of the particular area and to discover the local flavor and bellas

Happy Family

Among the way I meet a family the grandmother her two grandkids and the family goat (who will eventually as it attains the age of 3 – 4) turn into dinner one fine day (law of nature I guess)

Farm Fresh

I am finally at the village market and my presence with the camera does create a few shy shopkeepers to be more shy and a little bit of a distraction, ( no this is not child labor, but a family in love )


but it is short lived and soon all are at there work the trading continues the daily shopping of farm fresh food continues

Digital India 

Yes it is indeed what you think it is, Digital India is making its presence felt in the heartland, pulses are expensive and the weighing scale is electronic and out of place, but accurate for sure 

The day winds up 

The sun decided to take our leave and so do we heading back home ,,, the day over for all practical purpose

Friday, June 15, 2018

The Jute Saga

Jutes being prepared for the market

Well I am going to make my first trip to the mandi and sell Jute, yes; it is a 100 odd Kg of Jute (one quintal)

I was told by a farm help who was going to accompany me, that we would be setting off at 0530 hours as the market is finished by 0700 hours, and the market was an hour away

 Dday -1 , in the evening the Jute was all retied and packed tight to make it market ready , the job took a good 3 hours and plenty of sweat like everything in life,

So I hit the bed early preparing for my adventure, and at 0400 hours he is at my door, as I lay in bed still, sleep having eluded me as I keep looking at the watch.  
FH- wake up, and lets go or we will be late he says

I am like – but you said 0530 hours
FH- it it getting bright, so lets go,

I realize the meaning of crack of dawn as I grab my trouser n wash quick and am on the electric rickshaw in 20 minutes time, we are on our way as it is starting to get light.

The dawn plays itself 

An hour on the rickshaw was a treat to be not riding myself and to watch the road roll on by. I reach the market, is basically a road side market where vehicles pull up and you sell your stuff and move on, here I am with 3 bundles, while there are traders with 20 times the amount of jute I am trying to sell.

Volume per Traders 

I have a sinking feel as to  how I will fare, compared to the big player, its not been often that I have been  a small player in any field, it was truly a humbling experience to be the small fry in this market place.

 Hardly is a agent interested in my goods and a few who did come by told me how bad my stuff was and why they would not be interested in buying it, I am wondering if I am being played or if it indeed true, anyway I stick on and finally there is an offer for my Jute, by a buyers agent who informs me my Jute can be used to make rope alone as it is of poor quality.

Rope making 

and not any product and went on to give me a course on what and why my stuff is not the best,  I am a little desperate by now and agree to his rate which is less then half of what I had imagined it will sell for.

Jute is Finally Sold

Well deed done, we head back, I am disappointed in myself and Sibu the guys who helped carry the Jute has a grin as he tell me, enjoy life rain or shine, I agree with him, and proceed to buy him breakfast and some Red meat for his family ,,,

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Mango Seasons here

Mango season is upon us

This month saw me headed out to a village to spend time with nature as monsoon threatened to drop in early, and now being the cusp of mango season, I might and did get some raw mangoes before they ripen to pulpy squishy mature mango

I grab my camera and am off to explore the village, see what the village is up to, and I come across this, I will leave it for you to figure out what is happening here, it is just as is, this village is by the way 70 % Muslims and I wonder if there is a divide and awareness amongst kids about there religious identity.

Kids at play

The first day as I stepped out there was a wonderful sight, trees laden with mangoes, most trees overrun with mangoes and branches bent with the weight of mangoes, well I did indeed go a few days too soon, and the mangoes were sour like no tomorrow,

The weather is overcast n I make my rounds around the village, trying to capture the lovely moments that exists in the surroundings
Bindi n her goats

The young and the old equally endearing and there smile to die for I say ,,,

Shibu the tree climber

As I make my way across the village, I meet Shibu a farmhand who is an amazing tree climber and I know I will be using his services soon to get to the mangoes.

I continue on my walk to aquant myself with new families in the village or the new arrivals, kids who I have not before,  it is a fruitfull walk and I make my presence know to all around as I merrily make images of the villagers, , there is something magical about mothers and kids and I love photographing that particular set up,  there purity shining forth all the way.

 I make my way along the village, and look for images I can use to teach, there is a workshop coming up in 7 weeks time, (I do conduct Photography workshop, should be interested in the same do email me,) and I want to have new images for the students, 

the proverbial Blue door comes in handy as does the pattern of the bamboo, the haystacks balancing the weight of the image at the corners and the pattern of the red brick is just too sweet a image to pass by, Don’t I love walking and making images right now, so many Images all around just waiting to be collected by the camera.