Photo Feature by Prashanth Vishwanathan
Self visualization is the goal, the camera is just a medium. Of the various travels I have undertaken in my short sojourn as a visual artist, I particularly recall my tryst with the monument of love.
It was an overcast, humid and a super sweaty August month; people who know me would agree that I can be like a sponge full of water in such weather. And yet my spirits soared when I saw that beautifully carved structure in marble; am I glad that we at least have such a good history of architecture. Just look around you to see what grotesque structures we build nowadays, including those in new cities like Gurgaon near Delhi and the Bandra Kurla complex in Mumbai. Who wants these glass malls? India’s monuments are an endless sea of visual delight.
I think it is Paulo Coelho who mentions in his book Like The Flowing River: Never go to a new city and do what you would have done in your old one; a city is like a mistress, let it seduce you and then you would absorb its essence. The essence of Taj is a study of a lifetime, as I fell in love with that structure and haven’t come over it yet. Walking around this beauty, it seduced me from everywhere, from shop windows, to roof tops to boat rides to cycle rickshaws, from under a goat. I bow to this wonderful monument. – a tomb that symbolizes love. And a testimony of a man’s love after his beloved moved on.
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Contributed by Prashanth Vishwanathan…. www.prashanthpix.com