School-where we do feel like a jail in our early childhood and when it’s in the early morning it feels like some one woke you up with a heart broken dream left to be completed.This is why almost every time you find them to go to the school holding tightly the hands of their parents,as the try hard to manage them and to make them understand that they don’t want to go,they just want to stay close to them.This early childhood,every little boy and girl loves to play all the day if they have got enough energy to serve this purpose,and when the time to go to school comes they do feel so heart broken that this is the time when they are not gonna play and they have to stay away from their parents.That’s why they hold their hands so tightly.This is a very common picture for all the morning schools meant for the little children.This photo was taken near Bagbazar(Kolkata,India) and this little girl was a student of “Bagbazar Multipurpose School”(For girls).
Busy scene near Howrah Flower Market.Photo was taken at Howrah Mullick Ghat,which is mostly used for washing clothes,taking baths and piling up the wastes of the Flower Market.This little kid with a car in her hand was playing while I was taking her photo,but this man with flower chains suddenly came into this scene and the other two was trying to pretend that they were also being shot.This is one of the busy ghats as it’s the nearest Ghat of the Huge flower market.
Location: Howrah,West Bengal,India.
An early morning photo taken in the narrow lanes of North Kolkata.Went for a street photo tour and almost at the end of my solo photo walk in the narrow lanes of North Kolkata I found myself so lucky to have such an joyous moment of childhood which we do miss so much now a days in our adulthood.The innocence of that little boy was eye catching and the birds flew as a symobol of freedom which we live to the fullest in our childhood.
One of the vintage(You may call it Heritage as for your self satisfaction 🙂 ) trnsport system of Kolkata.First it was introduced in Kolkata,rather in Calcutta during the British rule period,but still people love to have a ride on it.They ring the bells in their hand and pulls the rikshaw using their body strength to help us reaching our destination.Whatever the weather condition is, the high time in the summer afternoon,or rain drenched Kolkata streets or chilled winter morning,they are always ready to pull us to the destination we want.Seeing the pain in their eyes while they pull the Rikshaw you may once decide to not avail them as your transport but for kind information,they don’t have any other source of income,even West Bengal government stepped back from withdrawing all these pull rikshaw from the streets in excuse of betterment of traffic.You can find them in the wide open high ways and in the tiny lanes of Kolkata.They too often spend their nights in the footpaths of Kolkata and sometime accidental death also comes in their way during the night time,but still they do love what they do,and we do love our city heritage.
SAHIL-naam to suna hi hoga 🙂
A hectic day in the streets of Kolkata as it was 2 pm then and the heat of Sun was in full mood to make the people in the streets exhausted.Suddenly I stopped by a place near Esplanade,boy’s were coming from a distance and I wanted to capture them but due to some reason I ended up with nothing in that attempt,but that was meant for something to do after while,I mean to meet Sahil was in my fate today.This boy was a fabulous affair of today’s street hunt for photographs.He introduced himself as “Main hoon Sahil”(I am Sahil) and asked me to take his picture.I turned back and headed towards for some place else but suddenly I thought to talk with that boy again and went there again looking for him,as we shared talks between us I came to know that he loves to play cricket,a fan of MSD(Mahendra Singh Dhoni) and loves watching WWE show(specially for John Cena),though he doesn’t go to school,spends his entire day with his friends in those streets and lanes.A smile from him made me so happy at the end of the day.But still I can see poverty snatching away the education in every corner of our City of Joy,does this really justify this title for our city?
“TAXI…..” the common prolonged call you can hear in every corner of this city,if you go to the top of any sky high building in Kolkata you can see almost this scenario,every five to ten minutes you are gonna find at least one yellow taxi rushing towards the destination of the passenger in it or else a passenger is closing the deal to make the taxi driver convinced to go for the place he/she wants.This is one of the common and useful transport of this beautiful city of joy.But now a days they are commonly known as “No Refusal Taxi”,though they are not like that.There is 70% chance you get rejected by the driver to go for your place if you are not agreed to give him the fair he claims,specially in the office hours.Still we love to have a glimpse of TAXI when we are almost exhausted and want to go home as quick as possible with a backrest. 🙂