Finding Komorebi with a smartphone

These photographs were taken using an HTC Desire 526G, which is in short a blessing.

I found Komorebi without really looking for it. 🙂

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Vijayanagar, Bangalore
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Chandra Layout, Bangalore
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Chittoor, Andhra Pradesh
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Lalbagh Botanical Garden, Bangalore
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Lalbagh Botanical Gardens, Bangalore
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Home, Bangalore
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Bangalore-Hosakote highway
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Lalbagh Botanical Gardens, Bangalore
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Vijayanagar marketplace, Bangalore

One of those sacred threads

Location: Jayanagar 4th Block Market, Bangalore | © BramhiPG2015

Here in India, threads signify a bond. Different names are given to denote each type of bond the thread tier and the thread wearer share. A Rakhi is tied by a sister to her brother during the festival of Raksha Bandhan sometime during the last week of August.

There are a lot of stories on how this came to be celebrated. My aunt told me one. So there was a king who was to go to war with an invincible king. He was low in confidence when the day of the battle finally came. His sister came to him and tied a thread on the king’s wrist, told him that she believes in him, that she knows that he will win – this particular thread symbolises her faith, and bring him home safe and victorious. Obviously, he does. The thread tying celebration continued, sisters began tying rakhis to their brothers all around.

I would like to take it to be a promise each one gives the other. A promise to be with/for each other at times of happiness and sorrow. A sister ties it to say that she’s got her brother’s back no matter what and she expects the same from her brother. Aren’t all threads supposed to mean the same? Maybe. Maybe there are differences.

I like it because I would make one every year, and the look on my brother’s face as I tie it on his wrist is priceless. I don’t understand how he’d smile at messy, clumsily finished rakhis. Almost every brother and sister I’ve seen share little smiles and taunt each other during the rakhi tying. It’s these little things that make me want to believe in sacred threads.

The Why Question.

 

Shiva, one of the Trimurtis [the three major Hindu deities], is believed to possess a third eye, which when opened can reduce the world to ashes.

I remember reading a book which said that the third eye is a metaphorical representation of the mind’s eye. And everybody possesses it. It is one’s ability to look, to perceive what is beyond the normal sight.

I come from a family of spiritually knowledgeable people, but I haven’t considered myself to be a very spiritual person. [Well, discussions never fail to interest me, but I have to admit that I’m not as spiritual as the family is]. So, coming to the point, I too believe that I possess a third eye, of course. Over the years, it has taught me the difference between seeing, and looking. It has made me enthralled by the intricate piece of art that surrounds me.

This photo blog is my attempt at showing the world, the world I see, with my third eye., my camera