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A poem written by me for my documentary

Raahgir hai hum apni zindagi mein
na hi aaj ka pata hai na hi kal ka thikanna
nikle hai ek aise safar par
khojte hai jaha hum apni kismat ko har nukkad par
khojte khojte jamuna kinare aa gaye
In chand sikko mein apni kismat ka ek ansh paa gaye
Jamuna Maa ka aanchal hi ab rasta hai
Yahi kismat ki talash ka sahi rasta hai
Chand sikko se hum khushi paa lete hai
khule aasmaan ko apni chaadar
or jamuna k tat ko apna bistar bana lete hai
na hi koi majhab ka bair 
na hi koi unch neech ka vyavahar
jamuna maa hai sabki
isi me hai sabko apni kismat ki talash.....
    
                                               Aakash Jain

Parrot......

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President House.....

Gurudwara Bangla Sahib Ji from my HTC eye....

Maa....

 

"Maa"

Maa mehaz ek akshar ka shabd hi nahi
isme ek gahrai hai jo khuda bhi nahi jaan saka
Is ek shabd mein wo taaqat hai
jiske aage brahmand ki saare taqatein bekaar hai
Maa apne seene se seechte hai
Maa ka do boond doodh amritmay hota hai
Maa ka aanchal har aanchal se sarvoch hai
iske aage brahamand ka suraksha kawach bhi bekaar hai...

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Khanda.....

Sunehri Masjid....

Eagle and Sun..........

Rising India.....

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Sign of Remembrance....

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Classic Cigarettes....

Ajmer Sharif.....

In Search of Destiny...

Owl......

Bangla Sahib

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Squirrels....

Expressions of life.....

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Dak Bhawan.....

In Search of Destiny - a not so fairy tale of coin divers

“In Search of Destiny “is not merely a documentary but a portrayal of life of those people whose search for destiny begins and ends in water. The busy or lavish city life style does not bother them as their day starts and ends at one place, the Yamuna.

The bosom of mother earth to sleep on is the only comfort they are known off as soft mattresses to sleep on is unattainable. The walls of their shelter is not made up of bricks but enveloped by the particles presents in the air which are covered by the never ending sky as roof. They may be illiterate in a formal sense but they know the perfect path which leads to the search of their destiny that is the river bed of their loving mother ‘Yamuna’. They are named as "Coin Divers" who jump into the Yamuna in search of coins or articles thrown by god-fearing people with the faith that Maa will convert their wishes into reality. But unknowingly they give a source of existence to these coin divers, In Indian Mythology , the Yamuna is a highly revered river which leads to the path of Moksha after death and also it is the source of purifying souls with the power to do so bestowed on her by a ‘Universal Soul’.

In the holy water of Yamuna, people disperse religious articles, precious metals gemstones, and the idols of Hindu gods through which Coin Divers make their living.

On the banks of Yamuna, the last rituals of human existence are also performed which sets free the human soul from their physical world. The coin divers look for their livelihood even in the residue left from that burnt body, which for them are just the ashes from where they might get some coins or ornaments etc. offered as the last homage to the departing soul.

This life of coin divers who are always "In Search of Destiny" in the river beds and banks of the holy river "Yamuna" still poses a mystery of how nature continues to attract people and continues to provide sustenance from its limitless resources.

Please follow " In Search of Destiny - a not so fairy tale of coin divers" a portray of the life of those who dive into Yamuna in search of their destiny.

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Pigeon