Hira Tamang

Passing Time. Waiting. Resting. Stretching. Thinking. Planning. And so on… I keep thinking what his reason might be for sitting on the side walls of that bridge. I was in a vehicle that drove by swiftly as I took a few pictures of Hira Tamang (Fictiously Named for name’s sake) while he was blankly looking towards our vehicle. I’m sure he had no idea that black thing I was holding against my face was a 300MM Tele Lens mounted on an SLR and it would actually take his picture.

A friend once told me that pictures sometimes tell stories about a generation. This one, I think, is of that generation where people are not employed really; but aren’t looking for employment either. Hira Tamang must be a farmer. Must have a wife (but always dreamed of having two!) and three kids in his hatchet. Two pigs, a cow and two castrated bull to plough his fields. His dreams come true when it rains well in the monsoon (where the rain is steady but not too harsh to flood his village or destroy his harvest). Hira’s one son is in the Army and the other one is a labor in the middle east. His daughter is a labor in a hand-woven carpet factory in the city.

Hira has a lot of time to reflect upon himself. But he hasn’t seen much of the world to really make much out of his daily reflection exercises. This moment captured in the picture must be one of those moments. Where he is sitting idle with nothing on his mind or heart except blankly gazing at the wonders of nature being bestowed by gods and managed by few people that come from the city during elections and promise of benefits to the village he never seems to understand.

 

Passing Time. Waiting. Resting. Stretching. Thinking. Planning. And so on... I keep thinking...

Passing Time. Waiting. Resting. Stretching. Thinking. Planning. And so on… I keep thinking…

Naked Fun

I just couldn’t take my eyes off the naked kid till I moved off of their sight.

I was in a car and they were playing among themselves. But as I got the camera out, it sure got all their attention. And as I didn’t tell the driver to slow down or anything, I was driving away from them while they kept chasing the car our of sheer childhood pleasure.

This was at Yalambar road, Sunsari, Nepal. Last week.

 

Breakfast at Dhampus

Innocence…

Innocence

Of all the virtues one’s eyes radiate, Innocence is the sweetest and yet the most powerful one…

This girl had no idea that I was taking her picture. She didn’t know what a camera was.

This picture was take several years ago on my trip to one of the remote parts of the country where even some adults were afraid to face us ‘strangers’ intruding into their village. Was so interesting to experience that!

Smile

Old wine and Old men seem alike!

Smile

I find faces that have come of age to be more ‘expressive’, ‘interesting’ and ‘artistic’ than their young and smooth counterparts. They reflect life, experience and that sense of salvation that no expressions on an early age can deliver.

Don’t you think?