Kumartuli: God's Place

Kumortuli (also spelt Kumartuli, or the archaic spelling Coomartolly) (Bengali: কুমোরটুলি) is a traditionally potters’ quarter in northern Kolkata (previously known as Calcutta), the capital of the east Indian state of West Bengal. By virtue of their artistic productions these potters have moved from obscurity to prominence. This Kolkata neighbourhood, not only supplies clay idols of Hindu gods and goddesses to barowari pujas in Kolkata and its neighborhoods, but a number of idols are exported. It is one of the seven wonders in Kolkata.

Kumortuli images are generally ordered well in advance and there a few for off-the-shelf sale. Nowadays, Kumortuli’s clientele has extended to America, Europe and Africa, among the Indian communities living there. In 1989, Durga images made out of shola pith by Amarnath Ghosh were flown to Sweden, Australia, Malaysia and Nigeria. The images weighed only three kilograms each and were ideally suited for air travel.In modern times, Statues and replicas made out of Fiberglass are also being produced and exported to various parts of the country and the world.

Love the experience of photography there.

                                                    

  

 #During Idol's preparation.

                                                   
                                                       
    

#Idol's Face patterns.

                                         
                                   
    

#Artist working hard for idol’s preparation.

                                                  

  #God maker busy in work his work.

                                                             

   #Face view.

 #Face pattern. 

                                              

                                           

               #Artist giving finishing touch to idol. 

                                     

#Coloring the idol's face 

#Beautiful idol.

Reveal Yourself...

There is something which restricts me, 
There is something which troubles me,
I don't know whether i am travelling in the right direction or not,
But i am sure that i am on the way. 

There is something which forces me to act, 
There is something which stops me from acting, 
I am always stuck with confusion, Sometimes it lowers my pace. 

There is something which makes me feel happy, 
but there is something too which feels me low. 
I always face difficult circumstances, 
Which forces me to give up, 
But there are a few things which heal me,
Like the whisper of a mother to her baby. 

There is something which stops me from looking forward, 
And there is something which pulls me to the darker side of life... 
But still, I find my way, 
Still i walk, 
i run,
i achieve and 
Still i am hungry to act.

-Manish Upadhyay

I DON'T KNOW WHY?

 I don’t know from where I born

Either it is in the outskirts of the city or the sides of the road,

I don’t know where my home isSometimes it is on the side of the sea or is on the stairs of the temple,

I don’t know why most of the times people attack in my house

That I unable to find the meaning of love and happiness,

I don’t know why people show us abusive behavior

But treat others in a respectful way,

I don’t know why small children’s like me hold the school bag

But I am far from that, it looks beautiful,

I don’t know why

I always don’t the meaning of life

But I want to know many thing about life.

-ManishUpadhyay

Writings of Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore.

Where The Mind Is Without Fear....

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high

Where knowledge is free

Where the world has not been broken up into fragments

By narrow domestic walls

Where words come out from the depth of truth

Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way

Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit

Where the mind is led forward by thee

Into ever-widening thought and action

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake 

   

-Rabindranath Tagore.

A Moments Indulgence....

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works

that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,

and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and

the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.

Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing

dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure. -

-Rabindranath Tagore

Clouds And Waves.... 

Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-

"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.

We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."

I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?"

They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your

hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds."
"My mother is waiting for me at home, "I say, "How can I leave
her and come?"

Then they smile and float away.
But I know a nicer game than that, mother.
I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will
be the blue sky.

The folk who live in the waves call out to me-
"We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know
not where we pass."

I ask, "But how am I to join you?"
They tell me, "Come to the edge of the shore and stand with
your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves."

I say, "My mother always wants me at home in the everything-
how can I leave her and go?"

They smile, dance and pass by.
But I know a better game than that.

I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with
laughter.
And no one in the world will know where we both are.

-Rabindranath Tagore