Saturday, October 13, 2007

Durga Mata at Lal Bagh


Durga Mata at Lal Bagh
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1

I visited the Lal Bagh area today, to shoot the Durgas , at the workshops , most of them had left last night , i shot over 100 pictures and this is one pictorial activity that I dont miss..
The gold on the person of The Durga Mata is real and belongs to the pandal.An average statue of this size costs Rs 6000/Today is the first day of Navratra , the Dandiya Dance begins tonite..

Durga Mata at Wikipedia
In Hinduism, Durga (Sanskrit: "the inaccessible"[1], Bengali: দুর্গা) is a form of Devi, the supreme goddess. In Bengal, she is said to be the mother of Ganesha, Kartikeya as well of Saraswati and Lakshmi.[2]

Durga is depicted as a warrior woman riding a lion or a tiger with multiple hands carrying weapons and assuming mudras, or symbolic hand gestures. This form of the Goddess is the embodiment of feminine and creative energy (Shakti).

In Hinduism, Durga (Sanskrit: "the inaccessible"[1], Bengali: দুর্গা) is a form of Devi, the supreme goddess. In Bengal, she is said to be the mother of Ganesha, Kartikeya as well of Saraswati and Lakshmi.[2]

Durga is depicted as a warrior woman riding a lion or a tiger with multiple hands carrying weapons and assuming mudras, or symbolic hand gestures. This form of the Goddess is the embodiment of feminine and creative energy (Shakti).


Durga in the Hindu tradition
According to the narrative from the Devi Mahatmya of the Markandeya Purana, the form of Durga was created as a warrior goddess to fight a demon. The demon's father Rambha, king of the demons, once fell in love with a water buffalo, and Mahishasur was born out of this union. He is therefore able to change between human and buffalo form at will (mahisha means "buffalo"). Through intense prayers to Brahma, Mahishasura had the boon that he could not be defeated by any man or god. He unleashed a reign of terror on earth, heaven and the nether worlds.

Eventually, since only a woman could kill him, the trinity bestowed a dazzling beam of energy upon the Goddess Trinity (Saraswati, Lakshmi, and Parvati), transforming her into the goddess, Durga. Her form was blindingly beautiful with three lotus-like eyes, ten powerful hands, lush black hair with beautiful curls, a red-golden glow from her skin and a quarter moon on her forehead. She wore a shiny oceanic blue attire emitting fierce rays. Her ornaments were carved beautifully of gold, with ocean pearls and precious stones embedded in it. Her face was sculpted by Shiva, torso by Indra, breasts by Chandra (the moon), teeth by Brahma, bottom by the Earth, thighs and knees by Varuna (water), and her three eyes by Agni (fire). Each god also gave her their own most powerful weapons, Rudra's trident, Vishnu's discus, Indra's thunderbolt, Brahma's kamandal, Kuber's gada, etc. Himalayas gifted her a fierce whitish golden lion. On the end of the 8th and beginning of the 9th day of waxing moon, Chanda and Munda came to fight the goddess. She turned blue with anger and goddess Chamunda leaped out of her third eye. Her form was the most powerful one with 3 red eyes, blood-filled tongue and dark skin; who finally killed the twin demons with her sword. This form of the divine goddess is worshipped during the sandhikshan of Durga Puja festival, as sandhi/chandi puja. Finally on the tenth day of waxing moon, goddess Durga killed Mahishasura with her trident.

The word Shakti, meaning strength, reflects the warrior aspect of the goddess, embodying a traditional male role. She is also strikingly beautiful, and initially Mahishasura tries to marry her. Other incarnations include Annapurna and Karunamayi (karuna = kindness).

The 4 day Durga Puja is the biggest annual festival in Bengal and other parts of Eastern India, but it is celebrated in various forms throughout the Hindu universe.

The day of Durga's victory is celebrated as Vijaya Dashami (East and South India), Dashain (Nepal) or Dussehra (North India) - these words literally mean "the tenth" (day), vijaya means "of-victory". In Kashmir she is worshipped as shaarika (the main temple is in Hari Parbat in Srinagar).

The actual period of the worship however may be on the preceding nine days followed by the last day called Vijayadashami in North India or five days in Bengal, (from the sixth to tenth day of the waxing-moon fortnight). Nine aspects of Durga known as Navadurga are meditated upon, one by one during the nine-day festival by devout shakti worshippers.

In North India, this tenth day, signifying Rama's victory in his battle against the demon Ravana, is celebrated as Dussehra - gigantic straw effigies of Ravana are burnt in designated open spaces (e.g. Delhi's Ram Lila grounds), watched by thousands of families and little children.

In Gujarat it is celebrated as the last day of Navaratri, during which the Garba dance is performed to celebrate the vigorous victory of Mahishasura-mardini Durga.

The Goddess Durga worshipped in her peaceful form as Shree Shantadurga also known as santeri , is the patron Goddess of Goa. She is worshipped by all Goan Hindus irrespective of caste and even by some Christians in Goa.

Goddess Durga is worshipped in many temples of Dakshina Kannada district of Karnataka
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Durga

Navratra
Navratra literally means '9 nights'.

During these days and nights, prayers are offered to 'Mother Goddess’ Hindus believe that the Mother stands for everything that is everywhere in the Universe. As ' Mother Durga' She sits on a Lion. Mother Durga gives us the power to eat, breathe, walk, etc. Mother Laxmi gifts us all the wealth that we possess, and all the wonderful things that money can buy. Mother Saraswati, gifts us knowledge. So before studying and before you appear for your exams, do not forget to say: ‘Om Saraswati Namah’

During the 9 days of Navratra people dance the Garba Dance. It symbolizes the Dance of Creation. It celebrates the Creation of the Universe. The word 'Garba' stems from 'Garbha' which means the ‘womb’ and symbolizes the 'Dance of Creation'

Whether we pray to Mother Goddess or not, She thinks of us all the time. She holds us in our arms when we feel sad, in the form of our own mother, or friend. Mother Laxmi gives us various gifts from time to time. As Mother Saraswati, she teaches us all the wonderful things that we need to learn. And as Mother Kali, She scolds us when we are naughty.

These days comes twice in a year and celebrated in different parts of India in different ways
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Navratra

Dandiya:The Great Indian Social Dance
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Friday, October 12, 2007

The Awakeners of Ramazan


The Awakeners of Ramazan
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1

Close to a month I have been wanting to catch one of them and share their selfless contribution to the Holy Month of Ramadhan.
As soon as Ramzan begins as we say it here in India , this small Muslim community of minstrels , move from lane to lane house to house singing , or merely shouting Ramzan Mumbarak Aya .. this is a warning to make guys who are asleep to wake up and start the fast of the day.
On Thursdays they vistit houses and collect their rewards , for the service they do to the community.I stay on the fifth floor , I hear them but I know if I rush down I wont be able to catch them.
The last few days I have been at my shop, I carried my camera hoping to bump into one of them but with no luck.This was a fluke capture, luckily I had my camera.
He has the peacock feathers that he blesses people with

Motherhood in Pain


Motherhood in Pain
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1

she is a leper mother
a disease that took her unaware
her body ravaged
miseries of flesh
its paper like wear and tear
her eyes worm eaten sockets
her two normal children
add to her domestic despair
a girl a boy her motherhood
equally share
her doting eyeless care
on this wonderful pair
as she sits and chants
invoking the lord
her looks that even
god could not spare
angels fear to enter
where leper beggars dare
at bandra bazar road
a mother and her motherhood
in a snare
but there are very few that really care
some curse her some also swear
she is evil they say
beware paying for her
past sins the karmic wheel broken
in need of repair
even children her sight
does scare

her children go to a municipal school
a better life for them she prepares
her pain in public she does bare
wordless wounds wearing out
The Sanctity of Soulless litany
presumptuously pretending
to be a Prayer

Da Vinca -The Oath Of Silence


Da Vinca -The Oath Of Silence
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1

photo courtesy

www.flickr.com/photos/68422458@N00/

a human source
defying laws of inpositional gravity
singular fist that fights human depravity
da vinca a code of silence love
love love her priority
a pebble of hope
a stream of joy
touching both banks
of humanity
her humility
her devotion
her piety
within mankind
lies the soul
of her diety

da vinca is a friend a fighter of human rights..

We Are Muslims We Beg


We Are Muslims We Beg
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1

Yes we are Muslims we beg
Allah ho Akbar
Asking Allah for Peace
Our Faith on the
Soul of our shoulders
Our Destiny
On the creaky
Stumps of our wooden legs
Yes puritanical Islam
Petro –dollars of Wahabbism
Arab barbarism an inheritance
Of the Jehadi killers and Taliban dregs
In the Holy Month of Ramzan
Ajmer shivers with a blast that
Loosening our spiritual pegs
As we see posterity dying unborn
Like feet trampled broken eggs

broken toy


broken toy
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1

broken wings
unsheltered sorrow
the sparrow sings
perforated silence
percolating poison
among all things
sadness only
sadness brings

firoze shakir

Babys first day at work


Babys first day at work
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1

This is the new born life, baby’s first day at work at the Turner Road Taffic Signal, she is just a few days old, and here she is in the hands of a boy given on hire, drugged with laced milk, so she feels no pain, in the amniotic fluid of a new womb ..yes this is child labor of the worst kind..

Born of a drunken pleasure
Enforced pain
Mother at fourteen
Her child her child hood
All in vain
Like her little girl
At the Turner Road Traffic Signal
Babys first day at work
Heat and dust showers of rain
Vehicular traffic of life a few coins
Of human redemption
How do I explain
A picture some text
Drugged comatose sleep
Tears of her destiny as they drain
Children of a lesser god
Puppet on a string ..
A life commercially slain
The beggar mafia
The hafta system syndrome
Sins of her forefathers
On her karmic forehead engrain
shame ridden society
prostituted political system
India shining
a hackneyed refrain
a stone deaf god
who nods his head at each complain
as the child is sodomized gang raped
of her childhood again and again
prepubescant menstrual sorrow
as weeping blood stains
on the side walk of her domain
a decayed flesh a defoliated soul
read like this poem forgotten
only a membraneous memory will remain
child cub of man born in captivity
to beg , to grovel , live as a slave
somnolent society entertain

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