Nose-talgia...

One two many walks..

----One two-many moments-----

Shot sometime back in Kannur beach, Kerala, India, definitely one of the cleanest beach in India, probably because of lack of popularity yet. I saw this fisherman cleaning his nets, wrapping-up for the day with a not so happy feeling with the day's catch, going back to the market and his home. On the other hand, the couples having nice walk and the children as always enjoying their time in the back. Sometime I wonder, how at the same time and same place, many moments exist together.

The yellow cart...

Sorry friends, I have been very irregular in posting because of my other day-day commitments but now, I have decided to go ahead and post more regularly and more importantly shoot more frequently as well. Hope all of you are doing fine.
This shot was taken in Pondicherry, India in the early morning hours. As a photographer we always try to make use of the best soft lights during early morning and evening but I got a bonus of the florescent street light hitting the cart and turning it more yellow and with the beautiful sky in background.

On duty to preserve the beauty..

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A ramp walk..

Well, again back to my favorite in India, Varanasi. The more you want to see there the better you'll feel yourself attached to the place. India is a country of colors and there are many places in India like Pushkar or the Maha Kumbh Mela or even local fairs where one can see the play of colors but not every place can touch your soul. Well, this is a long discussion and I'll leave it for some other time but the bottomline is if you would like to know India, Varanasi is something you can consider as one place where you can get educated from Nursery to PhD.
Hope to see you soon again...

Three pairs...three stories of life..

Under cover agent....

This was shot in the streets of Hong Kong. I found Hong Kong to be the most likable place for street photography. It is one of those cities that grows on you and I'm definitely going to be back there again. For more photographs on Hong Kong, please visit my web site
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The Crossing...

Don't tell Dad..

The Readers...

Mr. Muscles...

The kid doing his working sessions in a Kalari, north Kerala. It is again one of the art forms that is fading away with generations.

   More to come...

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR..

.© Dwiraj Bose. All rights reserved.More on Kalaripayattu...Kalaripayattu ([kaɭəɾipːajətːɨ̆]) is an Indian martial art from the southern state of Kerala. One of the oldest fighting systems in existence,[1] it is practiced in Kerala and contiguous parts of Tamil Nadu and Karnataka[2] as well as northeastern Sri Lanka and among the Malayali community of Malaysia. It was practiced primarily by groups among Keralite castes such as the Nairs and Ezhavas,[3][4] and was taught by a special caste named Kalari Varsha Panicker.Source : Wikipedia

The flight of freedom...

Muzhappilangad Drive-in Beach, Kannur, Kerala, India

The beach is about 5 k.m. long and curves in a wide area providing a good view of Kannur beach on the north. To the South and about 200 metres away from the beach there is a beautiful island 

called the "Green Island" which adds to the allure of the beach. Such a conjunction of beach and island is rare

This is a beautiful drive-in beach of 4 kms but no proper discipline while driving or having fun by tourists/local or even poor maintenance by govt. seems to be actually hurting the ecology here. I saw these beautiful little birds near the shore who were enjoying the breeze too but many people were driving their vehicle towards them and even scaring them. One of them did listen to me but I saw many more doing so. Not sure what the charm they get out of this !!!
Also, sure the fact that people are more and more getting closer to the sea shore also going to impact ecology there.
Apart from these, I heard incidence of accidents and crime too as well as road rages. I spoke to few locals and it seems maintenance followed by restrictions on # vehicles allowed in a day needs to be there.

Living on the edge..

This was shot in Pondicherry, India near the rocky beach.
I understand that the composition is not perfect but I can't help the feel of sweetness the kid bought to the ambience. Even I agreed to buy one candyfloss and enjoy the cool breeze there :-)

Traditional women of Ladakh...

On the occasion of His Holiness Dalai Lama's preaching at Choglamsar, about 15km from Leh. Ladakhi women of all surrounding regions were dressed in their traditional costumes. They usually wear this on special occasion like

wedding or festival.

I'll be posting few snaps from the frontal side with this beautiful headgear.

A bit more on the costumes:

Men's Wear Men traditionally wear thick woollen robe called "Goucha", fastened at the neck, under the armpit and tied at the waist with a colourful sash known as a "Skerag". The Skerag is about two metres long and 20 cm wide, wound round and round and tucked in. In this sash men carry the small essentials of Ladakhi life. Women's Wear The women wear a similar robe called a "Kuntop" but on their backs they add a colourful shawl, the "Bok" - in which a baby or parcels can easily be carried. It used to be worn for warmth and a protection on the back against heavy loads of sticks and rocks. Traditionally there was a brightly coloured design on the outside, with Yak or goatskin on the inside to keep the wearer warm. This has now been changed by fashion to a simple ornament of brightly coloured material, although in winter many women still wear the goatskin for warmth. The Traditional Accessories The women wear their hair in two long pigtails, a style also followed by some men. They top the picturesque ensemble with a top hat or "Perak", which somehow remains firmly balanced, perched on top of their heads. The traditional Perak has three, five, seven or nine lines of turquoise, according to the rank of the wearer. Only the very richest and royalist of families could wear nine lines. When the woman dies the Perak passes to the eldest child of her family. Shoes, known as "Papu", are made of woven Yak hair or wool, often gaily decorated, with a sole of Yak leather. Although many men are abandoning their traditional dress for western clothing, the women still predominantly wear their colourful local dress.

Goncha, a voluminous robe of thick woollen cloth with a colourful cummerbund tied at the waist, is the most common Ladakhi dress; loose pyjamas, a top hat and long felt boots complete the ensemble. Slight dress variations exist for men and women. Buddhists mainly wear brick red robes but the nomads of Chang Thang and the Kargil Muslims wear undyed clothes with the latter also using the round knitted Balti cap with a rolled brim. Ladakhi women wear an attractive headgear called perak, made of black lamb skin studded with semi precious turquoise stones, covering the head like a cobra's hood and tapering to a thin tail reaching down the back. For ceremonial purposes, colourful robes in silk and brocade are worn.

Source: koausa.org, indianinfoweb.com

Love you two..

Floating beauty...

Pinky...

Although I forgot here real name though :-(...

Treasured nap..

Eyes Spy...

Where end numbers don't bother...

Her flight to garden road...

The script writer...

The photogenic thinker..

A tram stop...

On duty..

The Divine Light...

I have got a seat...