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DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY, it was the last day of durga puja, a big fesitval here in calcutta which usually takes place for more than three days. The first photograph was taken on one of the ghats at the bank of river hoogly. the idol of durga is immersed into the river hoogly, after much fanfare. this idol was also on its way to the water…last minute rituals were performed before it was to be hauled into the river…the out of focus lady in the foreground grapples with a tube balloon which is part of the festivity, as in, the trucks with which the idols are carried towards the ghats on their return journey would be packed with those who accompanied it…and the balloons, with the help of the speeding vehicle makes a terrible noise when held against the wind….and that’s the idea actually..to make noise…

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COLOURS OF SOLITUDE BY ANIKENDRA SEKHAR GHOSH

OPENING : On the 2nd of August 2007 6:30 pm

Venue: The Art Gallery, ITC Sonar (Entrance from Banquet Porch)

The exhibition will remain open till the 5th from 11 am to 7 pm

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THE GREAT INDIAN BAZAAR

an exhibition of photographs by

KUSHAL GANGOPADHYAY

at ACADEMY OF FINE ARTS, NEW SOUTH (A) GALLERY

7-13 AUGUST 2007, 3 pm to 8 pm

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One of his article

I knew little about Hampi when I boarded the bus leaving from Hospet’s bus terminus. Seated in the bus among chirpy young school students in their starched white shirts and dark green shorts I was beginning to draw a picture of the shape of things to come. Cognitively drawing upon the information in my guidebook, the photographs in it. Relieved at one level of having made this bus at the very last moment, on the run. At another level my senses were on high alert, my eyes scanning everything around me. Taking it all in. The landscape on both side of the road was starting to change into a fascinating display of prcariously positioned boulders and the odd prehistoric structure which looked like temples. And then it was getting obvious, these boulders were everywhere as far as the eye could see, the ancient structures started appearing more frequently. It was indeed getting interesting. Felt like I was entering into an unreal world of a forgotten era.

The apprehension and doubt started to fade away. The effort I put to make it here was going to be worth it…I mean eight hours of bus journey from Bangalore city, my Granta and the occasional blurry windmill smeared terrain on the outside for company and the feeling of being forever lost…