This is my final installment on India, in terms of batches of photos, I might however create random posts based on a photo or two in the near future. All the pictures were captured by my other half during his recent trip, do read mumbai city and memorable india to view my earlier stacks of photos. I have chosen photos taken around various villages and the city of Surat in the state of Gujarat this time. This was where my hubby had stayed mainly, back in the village of his ancestors in Gujarat. This trip has been a real eye opener for him. He realised how fortunate he’s been, for had his grandparents not migrated to Africa then England he would not be where he is now, having been highly educated and leading a fairly comfortable life. He is where he is at present through the sacrifice and hard work of his forefathers, there are no two ways about it. And for that he is truly grateful to them, Alhamdulillah.
There are many reasons why people migrate to other parts of the world; to escape poverty, for marriage, religious, education or work purposes. In my opinion, the whole world was created by God for us to explore and benefit from. As long as we work hard to earn an honest living and contribute to the society we live in, it does not really matter where we end up in as long as we are happy and content. Having said that, I don’t think anyone can forget their homeland ever, no matter where they migrate to afterwards. Enough said, do browse my photos for an insight into India through my hubby’s eyes, an unforgettable trip, deeply imprinted in his mind and heart.
fruit seller pushing his cart
village Hindu temple
village Muslim mosque
village woman washing clothes
village women attending to their daily chores
lush fruits at village
my hubby and his grand uncle at their village home
huge textile store in Surat city
inside a textile store
village school girls
camel cart in a village
busy cooks at a village wedding
enjoying food served at a village wedding
hustle and bustle at train crossing near village
row of houses in a village
a cute village kid, a proud owner of those chickens behind him!
My other half spent some time in the city of Mumbai, India, during his recent three week visit to the land of his ancestors. Mumbai (formerly known as Bombay) is a lively buzzing city heading towards major development. In some ways many of the photos I have selected to share below reminds me of my own homeland, Malaysia. I suppose once an Easterner always an Easterner, regardless of which corner of the East you hail from. I can identify with many things found in the pictures, they all seem rather familiar to me. My hubby however found it all as an eye opener, having born and bred in England all his life.
Although he has visited Malaysia several times, his trip to India has exposed him to a whole lot more of the Eastern way of life, for India is a such a vast country of many contrasts. In one place itself you can observe the contrast between the poor and the rich, the developed and the underdeveloped, the Hindus and Muslims, existing harmoniously next to each other. This was certainly very much apparent in the state of Gujarat which my hubby mainly visited. He found it difficult somehow to have a good time knowing there are people around him who were living very simply. He admired their strength, dignity and spirit all the more as a result of this. I shall end here for now, do read my previous post memorable india, if you haven’t already, and do watch out for my next post for more updates on my hubby’s recent unforgettable trip.
street market stalls
fresh vegetables, far better than supermarket ones!
a leafy street in Mumbai
more apartments coming up
the slum area, with their satellite dishes!
busy part of the city
another buzzing corner of the city
at the train station
special train carriages
a mosque in Mumbai
Muslim men taking ablution (wash) before prayers in the mosque
hubby with his dad and grand uncle
My beloved husband has just returned from his three-week stay in Gujarat, India. It was his first time to the land of his ancestors, a journey which has left a great impact upon him. It was certainly memorable, as he had the opportunity to visit many relatives whom he had not met before. He was truly taken by the resilience of the Indian people he encountered, they all worked very hard to earn their daily living. They were also very warm and hospitable, despite the harsh conditions many of them were exposed to. He stayed both in the city and in the village, and had quite a good insight into their lives.
Whilst out there, he promised to take many pictures for me to share on my blog, he ended with hundreds of shots! I have chosen those that really moved me to begin with, perhaps you will feel a tug in your heart too. I asked my husband what was the best part of his unforgettable life time journey, he answered almost immediately that it was the people. They shall certainly remain in his mind and heart for many years to come. I am glad he had this chance to trace his roots, for each and every life experience makes one more appreciative of others, and be grateful to God for each and every blessing that comes our way.
a village helper preparing some vegetables to cook
a flower seller
the village lady who delivers fresh buffalo milk
a nut seller in the city
a woman labourer
street vendor selling strawberries
a woman selling a potato dish cooked in clay pot
a tailor sewing away
a vegetable seller
a cobbler earning his living
My middle sister is visiting me at the moment, the first and last time she came to England was when I got married 15 years ago. She is 4 years my junior, we grew up together and were very close. Our youngest sister came along much later, when I was about 11 years old. I then went on to a boarding school a couple of years later and since then my sisters and I only met during the holidays. My middle sister attended another boarding school afterwards and we grew further apart when we both went to university. Though we led different lifestyles our sisterly bond never faded, it was always there.
I remember my late dad saying blood is thicker than water, so very true. My middle sister was the one who found my foreign husband for me, at the time when I was feeling rather low in life and wanted a change of scene abroad. I then got married (my family attended my wedding in London) and left my homeland, I was blissfully happy. I went back every few years to meet my family, I tried my best to maintain good relationships with them despite the geographical distance which separated us. When our beloved dad passed away several years after my marriage, we were all devastated, my middle sister especially. She was very close to our dad. She then threw herself into her work and studies for many many years. Alhamdulillah, she finally completed her PhD recently, I am extremely proud of her. She’s very relieved, almost as if she’s able to breathe again, and took the opportunity to have a long break by visiting me here. Now she hopes to jump onto the plane annually to be with me and family!
As I grow older I realize how important family relationships are in our lives. Friends may come and go (except a few life long ones of course, I’m fortunate to have them) but siblings are forever. I love both my sisters so very much, they are very precious to me. I truly appreciate their efforts in flying back and forth the 6,500 miles between us just to be with me, and for looking after our beloved mom. This blog entry is dedicated to my middle sister, thank you for coming, for being here now, for sharing my life. I will never forget our little chats, cooking and eating together, precious moments that bind us together. Sisters are forever! I leave you with 2 memorable clip/song from the movies my sister and I have watched together recently; ‘Romance On the Orient Express’ was our firm favourite when we were younger, ‘Ketika Cinta Bertasbih 2’ is my sister’s new favourite which she shared with me, I loved it. We still have similar tastes in movies!