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| ONION BONANZA |
Alas, how gratifying it is to remain anonymous in this world , after all one is nothing other than a tiny drop in this vast ocean of human species
The sun was yet to rise, the morning breeze cool and refreshing, the atmosphere calm and quite. When I started driving , I discovered that the trees on both sides of the road had borne beautiful yellow flowers and wondered why I failed to notice them earlier . Did I take them for granted as usual and thereby deprived my mind of the peace and tranquility they afford.? By the time I reached Doha Central market, it was still early morning. The workers were carrying different items on their trolleys and some of them on their heads or shoulders. There was a comfortable commotion in the market since every one was enjoying what he was doing . For many of them it was their bread and butter whereas for the remaining it was matter of amassing more and more money .
The vegetable vendors and fruit merchants were arranging and organizing their items in an attractive manner to woo their customers who had in the meantime begun to throng the market. I went there very early in the morning to escape the rush I was scared of but there I was trapped in the midst of the very same phenomenon I wanted to skip . I tried to mingle with people speaking different languages and enjoy the freshness of various verities of vegetables, fruits, herbs, leaves in an attempt to capture the air of satisfaction that these inanimate objects offer and the “serene and blessed mood” they afforded me with. I mingled with the shoppers who were choosing the items they wanted and looked for any familiar faces among a them. I know none of them. Alas, how gratifying it is to remain anonymous in this world , after all one is nothing other than a tiny drop in this vast ocean of human species. My camera can only take their pictures but can never touch their spirit. I gazed at the green leaves and vegetables time and again as their greenery meant some thing to me.
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| CAULIFLOWER CARPET |
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| TOMATO FEST |
Son of a farmer, I had
enjoyed during my childhood days walking
on the small ridges dividing the paddy fields. The folklore songs sung by female workers in those days while
planting the rice plants were
simple and soothing .When the rice plants moved in the wind blowing from somewhere I felt that
that they were dancing and that it
was a part of their warm and cordial welcome to me. I used to touch those plants like a mother patting her child and they seemed to enjoy my presence. My father had taught me that a farmer’s visit to his paddy
field would boost the growth of rice
plants and that it was as essential as irrigating and fertilizing them.
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| THE V VIPs |
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| THE ELITE |
The fish market was full of life
and activity. The silver like fresh fish displayed for sale were shining.
I had never fished in troubled
waters but only in fresh waters. One can brood beyond their flesh. It always gives me immense pleasure to watch the fishes
moving in our pond and in aquariums elsewhere . While
fishing it was easy for me to catch delicious and very
popular fish in Kerala known as snakehead by angling when they move with their fries as they eat any thing thrown to them to protect their progeny which were pure red in colour. But my father had told me not to catch any snakehead
moving with its fries since the
latter would perish in the absence of their parents to
protect them but I have to confess that
I had disobeyed him several times in this regard . As a boy my job was just to catch fish regardless of the ethics surrounding the issue. In those
days I was too young to understand
morals that my dad was trying to advocate and hammer home to me . Now when he is no more, “I pine for what is
not”. I am glad that some of my children have imbibed such traits from their grandpa . On the eve
of my
eldest son’s marriage, one of
them prevented me from catching the fishes
in our pond on the ground it was
unfair to kill them on
such a joyous occasion
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While I was returning home, it was raining- very tiny rain drops were enough to cool one's body and mind. They began to fall like dew drop falling on the leaves at dawn.
The Father
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While I was returning home, it was raining- very tiny rain drops were enough to cool one's body and mind. They began to fall like dew drop falling on the leaves at dawn.
The Father
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