Anjali House

I'm almost on my way to Siem Reap for the 6th Angkor Photo Festival.

This year I will be joining an amazing crew of photographers to teach photography to the kids of Anjali House. I'm really excited to see the work the kids will produce this time. From the 2008-2009 photo workshops for the kids a book has been produced, launching this year at the festival. 

Running parallel to the photo festival and the workshop for the kids at anjali house will be the workshop for young emerging photographic talent from asia,  a workshop that I have attended in the past.

I love Cambodia and I love the spirit of it's people - this has been the trip I've waited for all year long!

© Sohrab Hura

Durga Puja in Calcutta

Durga Puja is an annual festival in South Asia that celebrates the worship of the Hindu goddess, Durga. The festival is the most significant socio-cultural event in Bengali society that takes place annually over a period of six days. At the end of six days, the idol is taken out of homes and places of worship, in a procession amidst loud chanting, drumbeats and dancing. The idol is immersed in the holy river which symbolizes the departure of the goddess from her maternal home to to reunite with her husband.Durga Puja celebrates the power of good winning over the evil. To describe it in words simple for the western world – Durga Puja to the Bengali community is what Christmas is to Christians. Or like my Bengali friend says ‘It’s like Mardi Gras minus naked women’

The dance of flying plastic.

So it's been a while since my last blog entry.

Often, you need a trigger to get you going again.

Yesterday was one of them,

and today I feel inspired to post.

It's been a crazy summer with the workshop in Turkey, getting it together, logistics, all round madness - meeting 150 crazy inspiring photographers, making new friends, building new connections - having a blast - the efes way!

I can't describe it, but Turkey was a feeling and a feeling that I want to go back to someday. At this rate, falling in love with each place I go to - god is going to have to let me live longer so I can re-visit every place 'one more time'.

I feel like the year has just begun, with all the travel coming up. Leh, Kerala, Calcutta, Orissa, Varanasi, Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam are on the horizon.

Back to yesterday,

A friend and I were on chat, the nocturnals that we are said 'fuck this shit' (sleep) - lets go shoot instead. There we were at 5am, bleary eyed with our cameras, some film and unfortunately a digital. We were to start out at the wholeseller's flower market, onto walking around in Connaught Place (the heart of delhi) and the finally into Old Delhi.

Luck... err weather had it so that we got 'stuck' at our first destination because of rain... and it was gorgeous!!!

So exciting, seeing the buzz, the flower sellers running all over, trying to get these massive sheets of plastic up to save their flowers. It was like a dance, of flying plastic, overlapping the other - hands in the air, flowing, trying to keep the plastic up... people running helter skelter - and in the midst of it all, the shopping still went on.

Some images, just for fun :)

p.s the colors are as they are - just a tonne of different hues from differently colored plastic :)

These are the times I realize how much I love photography, it makes me so happy -

so much that even the fight is worth it.

Saturday : photographic and inspiring.

Saturday was spent in the sweltering by lanes of Chandni Chowk. To those unfamiliar, Chandni Chowk is one of the oldest parts of Delhi. It's a combination of old residential havelis, markets buzzing with activity : the spice market, the wedding market, the silver market, the paper market, the camera market, the paranthe wali gali and what not. 

The sights, smells and sounds can be overwhelming at first but once you're 'in it' there's no escaping the glory of it. Chandni Chowk is truly wonderful in its own way... I love this electric hell (you would know what I'm talking about if you saw the thousands of wires thrown across buildings for power). I first went to Chandni Chowk when I started photographing - It became my play ground. The people, warm and welcoming and the faces truly fascinating. It would be easy to get lost within the maze and really absorb all that was happening around.

It had been long since I photographed for myself. This time, I wanted to just go - switch off and aimlessly photograph like the old times. It was good getting out and feeling the buzz.

And not just that - I even got to drool over some beautiful medium format cameras... soon baby soon! 

Ready to Foundry!

It's already May and it feels like the year has just begun.

There's so much to look forward to!

Next headed to Istanbul for the Foundry Photojournalism Workshop, an exciting week

of photography, community and inspiration. I'm helping on the organizational side of things and we are upto our necks with class placements. With 15 world class, prize winning photojournalists coming in as instructors - there is bound to be a fight! 

Foundry 2009 in Manali, India.

Blast from the past

As I walked back into school after almost 8 years of graduating, pieces of the past flashed by.

Giggly girls talking about boys, the boys who thought showing off their boxers was cool (really? is that still in?), the untucked shirts, and the maroon of the sweaters... the office bhaiyas who were still the same but a little greyed and the teachers who never seemed to have aged. It was almost like I had never left. Just, the kids were different, yes, kids, my 15 year old sister's classmates.

The chairs were the same, if not a bit faded, the steel tea cups reminded me of board exam days, the little corners where we would hide to escape march past or 'bunk' PT often getting caught and having to run ten rounds of the football field as punishment. The kabaddi in the rain, the loud cheers during basketball tournaments, the hand cricket we played on the terrace - getting caught when the ball actually fell on a teachers head. The water fights, the distractions, serenading (umm harassing?) the class teacher with the 'happy birthday' song every day that she walked into class, of crocodile skins and swimming pools, yoga retreats to the beautiful 'art room'.

So many memories and so much warmth, returned today in just a flash... flooding back like it was always a part of me.

And this time from the other end, just like my mom would, 'How did she do in class?' trying hard to hold a straight face. Yep! If looks could have killed, I wouldn't be writing this now. Well thankfully she seems to be making up for me in the studies deparment. Don't read this young one, you definitely need to brush up on your history lessons.

Go study!

Ready to go

My hands are itching and I can't wait to hit the road again, to feel that high of making images and connecting with people. To go with the flow and to be in a moment where everything seems just right. 

I'm really excited about my upcoming adventures, if only time wouldn't play such a spoilt sport.

Hurry up already.

'But you love what you do!?'

At a recent event...

'So what do you do?'

x - 'I'm an investment banker etc.... I'm always working or traveling.. I'm exhausted'

What do you do?

me - 'I'm a photographer'

x - 'but that means you love what you do!?' almost to say how is that possible?

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It is possible to love your job. I love what I do and I do it for myself because it makes me happy. So so happy. I'm glad I figured this one out before getting stuck in the job which I was going towards. Yes that would have been more offbeat then regular jobs still, but I don't see how I could have been at a desk executing ideas... although a steady income might have not been bad.

Life is about having no regrets and I certainly have none. I know the path I'm on is the right one.