Mangulam - Paraimadyampatti - life on the countryside
Getting water,
a typical view of the village.
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Mangulam - Paraimadyampatti - life on the countryside
Getting water,
a typical view of the village.
oochappan ©®
Wading into a confluence of more than one kind, beyond the Ganga, the Yamuna and and the mystical Saraswati, the boats at Prayag drifted into a merging of resolve, intent, belief, faith, and the people who carried them. The Mahakumbh offered unmatched opportunities to delve into stories and paint vivid pictures.
Wading into a confluence of more than one kind, beyond the Ganga, the Yamuna and and the mystical Saraswati, the boats at Prayag drifted into a merging of resolve, intent, belief, faith, and the people who carried them. The Mahakumbh offered unmatched opportunities to delve into stories and paint vivid pictures.
Wading into a confluence of more than one kind, beyond the Ganga, the Yamuna and and the mystical Saraswati, the boats at Prayag drifted into a merging of resolve, intent, belief, faith, and the people who carried them. The Mahakumbh offered unmatched opportunities to delve into stories and paint vivid pictures.
Wading into a confluence of more than one kind, beyond the Ganga, the Yamuna and and the mystical Saraswati, the boats at Prayag drifted into a merging of resolve, intent, belief, faith, and the people who carried them. The Mahakumbh offered unmatched opportunities to delve into stories and paint vivid pictures.
Wading into a confluence of more than one kind, beyond the Ganga, the Yamuna and and the mystical Saraswati, the boats at Prayag drifted into a merging of resolve, intent, belief, faith, and the people who carried them. The Mahakumbh offered unmatched opportunities to delve into stories and paint vivid pictures.
Wading into a confluence of more than one kind, beyond the Ganga, the Yamuna and and the mystical Saraswati, the boats at Prayag drifted into a merging of resolve, intent, belief, faith, and the people who carried them. The Mahakumbh offered unmatched opportunities to delve into stories and paint vivid pictures.
The difficulty of a journey is not defined by the distance traveled, but by the path one has to take. At the Maha Kumbh, a young girl walked a tightrope. Few noticed her, and many walked past. She, too, was oblivious to the crowd as she moved steadily from one end of the rope to the other. Her skill, passed down through generations, carries with it the story of hardship – a life where balance is not just an act, but a way of survival.
The difficulty of a journey is not defined by the distance traveled, but by the path one has to take. At the Maha Kumbh, a young girl walked a tightrope. Few noticed her, and many walked past. She, too, was oblivious to the crowd as she moved steadily from one end of the rope to the other. Her skill, passed down through generations, carries with it the story of hardship – a life where balance is not just an act, but a way of survival.
The difficulty of a journey is not defined by the distance traveled, but by the path one has to take. At the Maha Kumbh, a young girl walked a tightrope. Few noticed her, and many walked past. She, too, was oblivious to the crowd as she moved steadily from one end of the rope to the other. Her skill, passed down through generations, carries with it the story of hardship – a life where balance is not just an act, but a way of survival.
The difficulty of a journey is not defined by the distance traveled, but by the path one has to take. At the Maha Kumbh, a young girl walked a tightrope. Few noticed her, and many walked past. She, too, was oblivious to the crowd as she moved steadily from one end of the rope to the other. Her skill, passed down through generations, carries with it the story of hardship â a life where balance is not just an act, but a way of survival.
The difficulty of a journey is not defined by the distance traveled, but by the path one has to take. At the Maha Kumbh, a young girl walked a tightrope. Few noticed her, and many walked past. She, too, was oblivious to the crowd as she moved steadily from one end of the rope to the other. Her skill, passed down through generations, carries with it the story of hardship – a life where balance is not just an act, but a way of survival.
The difficulty of a journey is not defined by the distance traveled, but by the path one has to take. At the Maha Kumbh, a young girl walked a tightrope. Few noticed her, and many walked past. She, too, was oblivious to the crowd as she moved steadily from one end of the rope to the other. Her skill, passed down through generations, carries with it the story of hardship – a life where balance is not just an act, but a way of survival.
The difficulty of a journey is not defined by the distance traveled, but by the path one has to take. At the Maha Kumbh, a young girl walked a tightrope. Few noticed her, and many walked past. She, too, was oblivious to the crowd as she moved steadily from one end of the rope to the other. Her skill, passed down through generations, carries with it the story of hardship – a life where balance is not just an act, but a way of survival.
The difficulty of a journey is not defined by the distance traveled, but by the path one has to take. At the Maha Kumbh, a young girl walked a tightrope. Few noticed her, and many walked past. She, too, was oblivious to the crowd as she moved steadily from one end of the rope to the other. Her skill, passed down through generations, carries with it the story of hardship – a life where balance is not just an act, but a way of survival.
The difficulty of a journey is not defined by the distance traveled, but by the path one has to take. At the Maha Kumbh, a young girl walked a tightrope. Few noticed her, and many walked past. She, too, was oblivious to the crowd as she moved steadily from one end of the rope to the other. Her skill, passed down through generations, carries with it the story of hardship – a life where balance is not just an act, but a way of survival.
Yanaimalai
Path along the quarry, passing the deep pits.
Aufgenommen irgendwo zwischen dem Hier und dem Dort – auf dem Weg nach Varanasi, der heiligsten Stadt Indiens.
Ein Truck bleibt liegen, mitten auf der Straße, mitten im Leben. Unter der geöffneten Motorhaube versammeln sich Männer, diskutieren, reparieren. Auf dem Dach des Fahrzeugs liegt ein Verstorbener, geschmückt mit Blumen, eingehüllt in Orangerot – bereit für seine letzte Reise zum Ganges.
Auf der Windschutzscheibe steht: „BABA KA SAHARA“ – sinngemäß: "Unterstützt von Gott" oder „Gottes Hilfe ist mit uns.“
Was sich surreal liest, ist in Indien Alltag: Der Tod ist Teil des Lebens, sichtbar, selbstverständlich und getragen von Gemeinschaft und Spiritualität.
Diese Szene war eine der skurrilsten und zugleich bewegendsten auf meiner Reise – ein Moment voller Würde, Wärme und Widerspruch.
📍Indien, 2025
Robert Mehlan
Madurai - Mangulam
Playing on a plow.
Ram Jhula
A Sadhu on the road to Neelkanth, still a long way of climbing to go.
2010-02-01
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