…through the streets of India.
After a twelve-hour journey on the oddest sleeper bus on the sub-continent, cramped-up next to some stranger who kept calling me “James Bond” every time the bus turned a corner and he rolled into me, I arrived in Bangalore, Karnataka… thankful to get away.
After quick negotiations, I made my way to Shanthi Nagar by tuk tuk, found my accommodation in a quiet neighbourhood, and ended up staying for just over one month.
(well… quiet-ish…)
The best way to see a city is to know its people, and the best way to know a city’s people is to walk its streets.
Shanthi Nagar means “peaceful area/village”… and I found my own version of peace, on those roads.
In these streets you’ll find no tourists, no neon lights and fast-food chains, no plush hotels, taxis or street maps.
But there is much to see… for he who walks.
There’s no wandering around with your head in the clouds – you have to watch every step, mind the holes in the pavement, the great rocks, broken walls, piles of rubbish, goats, cows, feral dogs and rats. Then there are the cars, the ox-drawn wagons, mopeds, bikes, pedestrians, buses, tuk tuks, streets merchants, electrical wires hanging down over the walkways, temples and mosques and churches. Hindus, Muslims and Christians.
Everywhere little signs and symbols. Much to be seen, read, heard. The sound, the visual stimulation; the noise of the world.
If you wander off, away from the typical places of interest in any Indian city,
you will find the merchants, proud to stand and pose for a photograph, by their shop or stall.
Happy to smile for this strange man from the West… possibly the only one they’ve seen in their little neighbourhood.
That man who stopped you, and asked you to take his photo.
That humble smile you’ll find it hard to ever forget…
The ladies gathered in their silk and twill, goods balanced on their heads…
The signs and superstitions placed high and low, to ward off evil and bring good fortune…
The young boy who wanted to know your name, where you were from, who decided to show you round his poor neighbourhood just to spend time and speak with you, this stranger.
Another face that will stay imprinted in the book of your life.
Words shared that will forever echo in your mind…
The old temple he took you to, told you the history of, or at least what the elders had told him;
the oldest temple in the area, and the most beautiful…
The dusty cricket ground you found, with the hawks flying above, and the two young boys who,
quickly spotting your camera, rushed over to get a photo. Simple, honest smiles.
The little park where you stopped to rest, found yourself an empty bench in a quiet corner,
listened to birds, the sound of distant traffic, watched the butterflies, the lady who stopped sweeping,
outside her house, perfectly framed for your shot, before she wandered off, back to her chores…
The eyes watching you as you pass on by – the people sitting around that huge temple complex, the boys under the bridge, the lady on the balcony, coconut sellers, people living out their daily lives…
The lady sitting at that same bus stand you passed by everyday. That lady who, out of all the others around,
out of all the noise and hustle abounding, you couldn’t help but notice every single day, and wonder what lay behind those eyes…
And if you really keep your eyes open, you may spot him too… that strange traveller from the West,
slipping through the streets, unidentified, anonymous, carrying nothing but a camera, an open mind…
…for I am he who walks.
All photos copyright James Dee Clayton and Shaun D’souza respectively.
Shot on location in Bangalore, India.
hi namastey ,
I wish someday when ul heading ur journey in India ..coincidently could see you ..n cud be a part of ur journey in India in mumbai or in Goa.. & next time when you come Goa i would love to be your host.. My Grannys yum fish curry # bike ride # waterfall # The Red sunset 🙂 # Temples # churches ..
I love this! It would be an honour to be hosted by you, I’m sure. I would really love to come back to India soon and explore some more. Thank you 🙂 Here’s hoping. Jx
Wonderful, thank you for sharing. I too just to love to walk wherever I am, and especially in new places, and observe, really feel the beauty in life happening, in souls, in nature, everywhere.
Thank you. Walking and observing – one of my favourite pastimes. It’s amazing how most people seem to forget to look around, or simply look up… to the stars. Jx
Thank you. Walking and observing – one of my favourite pastimes. It’s amazing how most people seem to forget to look around, or simply look up… to the stars. Jx
Genuine, simple, lovely photos!
Thank you, Johanna. Appreciate it! X
fantastic blog, fantastic photos as well. Walking is such a personal, beautiful, slow and pleasurable way of feeling oneself in and of the land. Thanks for sharing that with us.
Thank you so very much. Walking is such a simple luxury, isn’t it? Especially in foreign lands… thanks for popping by. Jx
Great photos and story. Loved it! thank you for following The Hindu Way to Wealth. Best = Byron
Thank you! May God bless you X
Inspirational indeed. The kind of journey I always thought of but never did. Not too late to teach an old dog to sit though
Do it! You deserve it! And it’s so much easier than you might think. Best. Jx
really lovely – brilliance in simplicity – mindfulness in action – respect
Thank you 🙂 God bless X
Great! Loved it…
Thank you. Jx
Loved the way you captured the spirit of Shantipur. I am going to read your other blogs too later. Have you read the travels of Marco Polo? Your writing reminds me of his.
Thank you. I haven’t actually – I shall have to! A couple of people have said this. Will perhaps provide some inspiration… Jx
A great chronicle of a journey.
Thank you.
Really lovely!
Thank you, lovely!
Excellent! I couldn’t stop reading and watching.
Thank you! I’m so glad. God bless x
Such a beautiful story both in words and pictures!
Thank you so much! So glad you enjoyed it 😊
Each time I read one of your posts I have the chance to vicariously fall in love with the world. I have always wanted to visit India and one day I will. Hope your travels are going well 🙂
Thank you! Means so very much, dear. PLEASE do visit India. It is such an affecting place. Hope we cross paths again soon. Jx
Beautiful people with so much kindness and generosity. Seeing the temple it seems once they saw, economically, better times, but today they look quite happy. Thanks for share a sensible chronicle.
There was such a buzz as I walked through the streets. It’s funny actually, I found a lot of Indian people smiled so very much, and then, when posing for a photo, would often smile a lot less or strike a more serious face. In reality as I walked around there was such a lot of smiling, talking – that’s nearly all I can remember… smiles. Thank you for reading, as always 🙂
My pleasure, thanks for your kindness toward my person ☺
Well that is my pleasure Jx
And, yes, I think that temple had definitely seen better days! The entire neighbourhood had such an air. Peeling paint, crumbling architecture. A jewel none-the-less.
Oh to explore with he who walks. Such a lot to see! Beautiful post yet again!!
Thank you very much! Happy to share, yet again Jx
Wow!
🙂
A privilege to read. What wonderful moments! Felicitations..!
Thank you! It was all a privilege to experience I assure you. Jx
Beautiful collection of shots.
Thank you so much… Jx