Portraits of Strangers
Once i was looking for a new concept to walk on road and focusing on various attractive and absolute faces on road side, i find many of the people are actually strangers and photographing them is a tough task and getting a mood in the portrait is quit exciting job to do.
So i decided to click portrait of those strangers and try to know some thing about them and make friendship with the or add their story in my life.
Name: Master Harsh Rawat.
He lives near my old residence in west vinod nagar and i see him all most every weekend coming back from school. He lives with his nuclear of a father his mother in a small apartment.
Unfortunately his mother did not gave me much idea about him.
Name: Kavita
She was so sweet as her name. Kavita a girl who live with her family at road side of khirki extension in malviya nagar in delhi.
Her family is not less then beggars. She use to stand on traffic red lights near Select city mall in saket and beg to people coming by auto rickshaw from malviya nagar metro station to visit mall.
She said " I am a poor girl can not afford to go to school but i study by my self, with book which an old man
has given to her."
After meeting Kavita i found out that learning some thing don't depend upon institutions, schools and colleges, it depends on learner who him/her self is responsible for all.
And i realized some has told very true, " JAHAN CHAH WAHA RAAH"
Once is was seating with my friends at ADDA near jantar mantar in CP a group of CRPF soldiers came on tea shop to have some tea after getting off from their daily duty.
I influenced by the shield which they were carrying at their back and i decided to capture they joy of having evening tea.
And this soldier started looking into my lens very curiously like i am clicking his picture doing some thing wrong which may publish in news paper and he was looking worried
alot.
So i decided to click portrait of those strangers and try to know some thing about them and make friendship with the or add their story in my life.
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| Lets go to school: A school going kid with his mother. |
He lives near my old residence in west vinod nagar and i see him all most every weekend coming back from school. He lives with his nuclear of a father his mother in a small apartment.
Unfortunately his mother did not gave me much idea about him.
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| Life is not easy for her. |
Name: Kavita
She was so sweet as her name. Kavita a girl who live with her family at road side of khirki extension in malviya nagar in delhi.
Her family is not less then beggars. She use to stand on traffic red lights near Select city mall in saket and beg to people coming by auto rickshaw from malviya nagar metro station to visit mall.
She said " I am a poor girl can not afford to go to school but i study by my self, with book which an old man
has given to her."
After meeting Kavita i found out that learning some thing don't depend upon institutions, schools and colleges, it depends on learner who him/her self is responsible for all.
And i realized some has told very true, " JAHAN CHAH WAHA RAAH"
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| Looking surprised |
Once is was seating with my friends at ADDA near jantar mantar in CP a group of CRPF soldiers came on tea shop to have some tea after getting off from their daily duty.
I influenced by the shield which they were carrying at their back and i decided to capture they joy of having evening tea.
And this soldier started looking into my lens very curiously like i am clicking his picture doing some thing wrong which may publish in news paper and he was looking worried
alot.
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