Gone With The Wind Old Times
This is vintage Lucknow, moving away, into sepia toned anonymity, like dried flower petals, whithering , entombed in termite infested hard bound poetry books.
The one who placed it dead and gone.
This was on the road to Chowk, I was searching for a cybernet cafe, the Raj Thandai owner had sent me on a wild goose chase, I had reached a temple of Durga Ma instead of the cybernet cafe.
The second attempt was to another famous Kali Temple at Chowk, the Raj Thandai guy told me that during the Durga Puja devotess cut of their tongues at the Temple , the devotees he said regained the tongue in 14 hours, this is the most famous Kali Temple in Lucknow, so I was on a pillion seat moving towards the temple, a guy was giving me lift to the temple on his bike, when I spotted this ancient time piece of a human stop watch of a lady.
I took a few shots.
The original shots in color are good, but daughter Samiya preferred black and white.
This is the story of a languishing old Lucknow , traditions of Tehzeeb Adab, culture , etiquette that Lcknow was famous for infamously dying a slow slithering death.
I was sad to hear the death knell words of Nawab Jafar Mir Abdullah, who told me frightening words that a certain section of the Shia clergy, wanted Azadari to take a back seat, there were attempts to sabotage this spinal column of our Shiasm.
I said nothing, I am a Photo Blogger , my Karam Bhumi is Mumbai, I have mentally and emotionally moved away from the city of my birth.
My grandfather Daroga Nabban Saab is a descendant of Mir Anis.
The Defence of Lucknow
Lord Alfred Tennyson
Urdu – The Language and Poetry
Zoya Zaidi
Lucknow was also famous for its courtesans, nautch girls, mujrewalis , patronised by the Nawabs.
Adab and Tehzeb was the fragrance of a Kotha.
Posted by photographerno1 on 01 Jun 2007
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