The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.

Thursday 30 June 2011


Be liberated. Give all your problems to me my son. Sleep..sleep free..sleep deep - the Mother Ganga says to the sons while taking them in her lap. 

This site is quite common on Ganga ghats of Banaras from March to September. And it is so tempting. Come, experience and enjoy it. A group night-out at Banaras ghats, silently watching late-night-stretched-till-sun-rise motions and a boat ride with an experience of life-time - सुबह--बनारस (A morning at Banaras)! 

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey 

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey 

Wednesday 29 June 2011


This photograph was taken on a pre-sunrise summer morning at a Varanasi ghat. The aura of Varanasi ghats has something for everyone. This lady, probably a South Indian pilgrim, is recollecting her thoughts to begin a day on the pilgrimage after taking the holy bath in the eternal Ganga trying to personalize the one coherent course away from a myriad of thoughts. 

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey 

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey 

Saturday 25 June 2011


©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey 

‘Pandas’ at Varanasi Ghats are an conspicuous presence. They are known by many attributes. Some call them priests; some call them half-priests; some call them among frauds. Basically they are a class surviving on the religious tourists who come to the Ganga at Varanasi. Dressed in saffron or white robes or ‘dhoti-kurta’, their day begins with the morning sun and ends after the ‘Ganga Aarti’. In summers, they prefer to sit during morning and evening hours when tourists flock the scene. Come winters, the scene shifts to the sunny daylight. Special religious occasions and festivities are exceptions as they ensure their round the clock presence. They act as keepers of baggages of tourists who decide to take a holy dip in the river. They offer them mirror and comb. In addition, they offer to conduct some ritual worship to the gods expecting some donations or compensation for it. Its simple business and depends on the customer (the religious tourist). If you know about them you won’t go near them or would be practical in dealing with them. Travellers unaware of their ways, like from other parts of India, from abroad or the rural folk, bring good returns for them. But, nonetheless, they are an important part of the ‘Ganga at Varanasi’ ecosystem. Like many inherent attributes of the ‘Ganga ghats’ culture in Varanasi, they form the cluster of continued presence. Not all are in the same league. Some of them are good but like all good things, they are handful. Probably, on the whole, they remind us of the business aspect of religion. 

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey 

Tuesday 21 June 2011

Yet, at times, in Soulful moments!

Don’t know what completes me
Can’t say what repletes me
Never cared to know what depletes me
Can’t let happen what obsoletes me

The classical subcutaneous rebel
Comes but fails yet again to compel
O’ yes, that subliminally orthodox spell
What help in biding time to yell?  
Thanks again to all its surface swell

Time and the cruel ordeal of separation!
Relapse and the cool order of anticipation!

Don’t know whether it was,
A spontaneous segregation?
Can’t say if it was,
Pro to natural amalgamation?
Never thought of such a retrospection!
Won’t go again for,
What created that deviation?

So many parallel lines of ambiguous identity
Yet prevails the only fulcrum of innocent probity

Don’t know what completes me
Can’t say what repletes me
Never cared to know what depletes me
Can’t let happen what obsoletes me

Yet, at times, in Soulful moments
The thought surfaces, runs to meet me
Holding the identity, to complete me 
Caring enough to caress, to protect me

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey 

Monday 20 June 2011

As It Is To BE!

Today I saw the Life
It was,
As dreaming in the wild
Eyes closed,
A mind tuned to the beat
Static though,
Thoughts feel sip of the neat
The late night wind rushes,
The morning rain gushes
The figurative stillness,
Gives way to the,
Normative, wild, Newness
Today I saw the Life
As it was, as it is to BE!

Wednesday 8 June 2011

Stooges of the ‘Demo’cracy

An ironical but interesting case study - material for a potboiler, Indian TV style soap opera, case study based documentary, an epoch making satire - elements firmly in place - all the need is now an observant eye - to see how a generation of lip-serving, low on morale, high on arrogance, bottom low on humanity ‘neats’ is giving way to the political progeny of the worst kind of mental make-up  - and we claim to be the world's largest 'demo'cracy - where exist arrogant 'rulers' believing in the need to keep millions deprived n hence ignorant to continue unbridled their run of exploitation. 

And this class of rulers, again, has jokingly gainsome segregations where they look killing each-other on the surface but get ready to share even the bed irrespective of their chromosomal affiliations once it comes to the opportunism of even the lowest denominator. Stooges – all of them, they are. But, here in the case of the largest ‘demo’cracy of the world, no one among the base of this skinny class of leaders, knows who’s controlling whom!

And don’t blame ‘the human’ here. It’s animal. So these stooges are needed to be kept in the zoological realm of classification. For, they know just one emotion – how to keep them and their flock ahead of and insulated from everything – for, they start believing they are the born rulers. Pity them! For, they never learn from the history and fall again and again to human realm of classification where, they start polluting the atmosphere from the day one. And here, we have the circle having another wheel again!

Interesting potboiler material! Isn’t it?