Eunuch baby dance: A Social Tradion

In my way back home last month I have encountered many different traditions and social hazards of Indian society. In my home town Kharagpur, I have seen a social menace of eunuch (Hizras). They used to go to the house where new baby is born. Dance with the baby, sing songs, perform some rituals and demand for huge money. Its really horrible, as one can not bargain and if not the demand is made, they will create a huge chaos in the locality. What ever it may be, it’s still considered one of the traditions of Indian society.

The picture above is of my niece in our Kharagpur house surrounded by a group of eunuch. After the dance they pray better life of the baby.

Flowers in the Tub

This is a picture of a flower in my hometown, kharagpur, 130 km away from Kolkata(Calcutta). I was amazed to see such beautiful flowers next to my door step, in an unused tub, was looking to it for minutes and then decided to take a snap. This picture reminds me the famous poem of Tagore.

In one of his Poem Rabindranath Tagore had written…

“ Dekhite giyachi porbotmala, Dekhite giyachi Sindhu.
Dekha hoy nai chokkhu melia,
Ghor hote du pa felia,
Ekti dhaner sisher opor, ekti sishir bindu. “

The English meaning is something like..

“Have seen the mountain, seen the river…
Have not had seen with open eyes
Next to my door step where lies
A dew drop over the grass looks like a drop of tear…”

The inner meaning is we often miss the inherent beauty of trivial things very close to us. We travel to see the touristy places, enjoy remote destinations, but never care to watch

“the God of small things”.