‘Roshan Chiarg Dilli’, the bright lamp of Delhi

The shrine of Sufi saint Hazrat Naseeruddin Mahmud Roshan Chirag Dilli
© Gireesh GV

The devotees come to pray on Sunday (5th July 2015) at the  shrine of Sufi saint Hazrat Naseeruddin Mahmud Roshan Chirag Dilli

girl child, Attapadi, Kerala

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A shy tribal girl hiding away from my camera, Attapadi, Palakkad, Kerala. 1993-

During our visits we come across so many such incidents. But nobody given them any attention or come forward to save their children.

 Today the reports says the number of infants who lost their lives due to malnutrition in Attappadi in recent months has gone up to 32.  Malnutrition and being underweight was stated to be the reason for the infant’s death. As far I know Such incidents being reported from Attapadi from past. The tribals been exploited and mislead for long.  Why  today Attapadi get enough attention and for what?

Attappadi is an extensive mountain valley at the headwaters of the Bhavani River nestled below the Nilgiri Hills of the Western Ghats. It is bordered to the east by Coimbatore district in Tamilnadu, on the north by the Nilgiris, south by the Palghat taluk 

at work

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a migrant labor from rural Karnataka at an aluminium cooker factory in Bangalore, India

Blue Iron pillar, Chettinad

Brilliant blue cast-iron pillars imported from Birminghan in Karaikkudi, Tamil nadu

Chettinad is rich in cultural heritage, art and architecture. It is well known for its houses, embellished with marble , cast-iron pillars and Burma teak, wide courtyards, spacious rooms, and for its 18th century mansions. Local legend has it that their walls used to be polished with a paste made out of eggwhites to give a smooth texture. Also very well popular with variety of cuisines.

chettinadu iron pillar

a evening walk through Mehrauli

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Mehrauli is one of the seven ancient cities that make up the present state of Delhi. Read more at Wikipedia

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from Madangir, South Delhi
from Madangir, South Delhi
“All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique.
All artists, if they are to survive, are forced,
at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.” 
― James Baldwin