We often go out, visit markets, bazaars and alleys of the city in pursuit of our daily chores. But more often than not, we fail to observe people around us, walking by or the vendors selling fruit or other things on their four wheeled carts. Some of us also try to avoid people brushing past us lest our 'clean clothes' get spoiled. But ever wondered that these are the very indigenous people of our country or any country who throng the market places, painlessly living their lives from their hard earned wages?
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Sitting outside the wall of rich man's house watching helplessly as another work-less day slips by |
The indigenous people in fact are the real treasure, who make up for the majority, that remains unsung, unnoticed and unheard. These people vote for the politicians who immediately after winning elections forget them till next elections, forgetting all promises to change their lives, which remains unchanged and continue to be the same as it was yesterday, or the day before.
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Nuts for nuts!! |
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And bananas for bananas? |
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A disguised smile when seeing someone taking a photograph |
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Dates for Ramadan |
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Yes!! despite soaring gold prices, my business thrives |
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Selling Pomegranates - a fruit equally hard to spell as it is to eat |
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Travelling in overcrowded wagons is not easy - it shows |
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A nap takes over an idle business day |
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Sharing each other's problems - while shadows listen |
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Poor smile too !! |
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Selling sizzling hot samosas |
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Hard to spell pomegranates being cut for the ease of everyone |
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Going home after a long day |
Photos Attribution: All photos above are courtesy Mr Daudpota, who has a keen eye to compose events and scene from our very ordinary life. He has shared all these photos above in the set ‘An Evening in Pindi on Flickr. I am grateful to him for allowing me to use his photos for this post.
1 comments:
Loved this phot essay. You do have very incisive observation.
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