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    Sunday, June 7, 2009

    Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    The Name of the River is Meghna
    A BP Photowalk to Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, Bangladesh
    06 June 2009

    Its still summer. Right in the middle of it, in fact. The heat is tough; almost unbearable at times. There had been rain every now and then. But that rain doesn't cool off the environment for more than half a day. I can still remember my last tour to Mymensingh, where I could hardly extricate myself from the stove!

    Still, when there was an offer for a photowalk from Monir, I couldn't resist. It was a tough week for me and needed an outlet. The photowalk was actually quite late. It was supposed to be held a week earlier, being posted in the Bangladeshi Photographers (BP) group of Flickr, but somehow ended up postponed until the 6th. The distination was chosen as Baidyer Bazar (or Boidder Bazar) in Sonargaon Upazilla of Narayanganj District. The place in right on the River Meghna.

    Start time for the journey was chosen at 8:00AM from near Gulistan in Dhaka. But somehow, we ended up boarding the bus by around 8:55AM. The 13 member team couldn't reach Sonargaon intersection before 9:45AM. This is the place where one needs to get off in order to go to Sonargaon Museum and Panamnagar. We didn't do that though. We boarded several three-wheelers and proceeded towards Baidyer Bazar. The narrow road was paved and didn't really look all that rural. This part of the country is very densely populated and has most of the urban facilities, though they would be classified as rural in most definitions. This is something that can be termed as developed rural areas; not really semi-urban in real sense.

    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Milestone.........


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Silent noise..........


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Under those puffy clouds..........


    Anyway, we reached Baidyer Bazar by around 10:10AM. Most of us couldn't manage a decent breakfast. So, we looked for food in the first place. We completed our breakfast at a local restaurant, with an open view of the River Meghna. White clouds rose over the big waterway, giving a great view. The restaurant was actually on the big embankment that protects the place from erosion in the rainy season. This high position was a great place to enjoy the river. Anyway, we completed our breakfast in a hurry and went out with our cameras.

    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    The scorching star........


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Building blocks of life........


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    In a sea of clouds........


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Expressions........01


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Expressions........02


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Expressions........03



    It didn't take a minute to judge the harsh sunlight. Those clouds were fabulous for sure; but it was hardly possible to have a look at those. We had a hard time under the bare sun; but not for long. We moved into the village and got scattered. The village had shadows, yet it couldn't hide us from the severe humidity. It was sapping indeed. But we were received positively by everyone, especially children. They were more than willing to pose in front of our cameras.

    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    At peace with machines.......


    It was a pretty densely populated village. I haven't seen such dense population in rural areas in other parts of the country. Houses were very close together and moving space among the houses was limited. We almost found ourselves in a maze of residential blocks. Eventually, when we came out of the houses, we emerged into an open road with tough prospects under the scorching sun. Some of us broke off and decided to wait it out in the shadows. Others look their chances and began to explore the villages.

    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    We rested, but the Kingfishers were busy.......


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    A window of hope.......


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    A sad face?


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Magpie Robin (Female).......



    We took refuge at a rural grocery and enjoyed the time with the village children. Their enthusiasm was overwhelming. Watching their faces on a camera LCD was almost like watching movie to them; the difference being, they were the stars! A small pod had a little surprise for us, as a couple of kingfishers displayed their fishing skills for a while. The kingfishers were not alone in the area. There were many other birds visible or can be heard around the place. It was great to see so many birds around such a densely-populated place. The light was very hard for good photography; so, shooting in the shadows was the only way open in front of us. The afternoon might have some better prospects. That hope kept us interested. We relaxed and had refreshments there until around 1:00PM, when we decided to move once more towards the river. We were hungry and also, thirsty; naturally. The village had one thing at least; we could put our hands on some cold soft drinks, which felt like gift from the heavens!

    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Of lights and shadows......


    Once we reached the river, we sat at the same restaurant on the embankment where we had our breakfast. But we were disappointed to learn that the restaurant didn't serve all kinds of food. They dealt only with lighter food; for a heavy meal, you have to move to other places. We were channelled to the coastline, below the embankment. Here, there was a temporary market, which had different kinds of shops, including a portion dedicated to freshly caught fish.

    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Its a playhouse..........


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Rest and Peace........


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Its tough life.........


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Some people are truly dependent on the mercy of others..... even for the smoke!!


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    He used to be a fisherman once...... too old to be useful, he now spends time by the restaurants on the river....... he can't afford a meal, but somehow he can't forget smoking either.......


    A temporary restaurant became our refuge for the time being. We had some food there and more cold drinks. We began to enjoy the line of boats under those puffy clouds. They were busy with their own day-to-day businesses. Some traded in fish; others were just ferrying people to and from the other bank. We could guess that their river ride under the scorching sun was definitely not the most pleasant. Those who were resting under the shades on top of the biggish boats, were in a better position. Some Brahminy Kites were circling overhead and regularly catching fish from the water; their wings spread against the white clouds added a more peaceful atmosphere to the resting boats.

    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Rest........


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Hidden........


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Hoping against hope.......... the day was really hot.......



    In the early afternoon, we rendezvoused with our other team-mates. Now it became a wholesale photo hunt at the edge of the water! The locals were surprised, but they enjoyed it. After a while of photo shoot, the bigger portion of our friends enjoyed a great lunch with freshly-caught Hilsha. After lunch, most of our team-mates were too tired to continue. The sapping weather had the most of it. Three of us decided to wait for the light to go down a bit more, while others decided to call it a day. Most of our team-mates decided to move by around 4:00PM. We bade them goodbye and waited for the afternoon lights.

    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Personality........ a fish trader


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Its a tough journey across the river........


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Ray of light.........


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Heavenly play........


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Gliding in freedom.......


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Cooling off.........


    From Baidyer Bazar, Narayanganj, June 2009

    Hoping for a catch......



    The next one hour passed by without too much drama. But it was at least not as sapping as the morning and early afternoon hours. Clouds gathered in the western sky and hid the sun. Some dramatic clouds played their way around the western skies. Fishermen began to show up along the river bank. They threw their nets from the small boats, searching for the living cash! Children began to enjoy the waters after a scorching day. Some adults joined them too. Their splash beckoned us!

    We moved off by around 5:15PM. We boarded a three-wheeler once more and proceeded towards Sonargaon intersection. From there, we boarded the bus for Dhaka. Though the journey to Dhaka wasn't that dramatic, we could realise the typical pain of traffic congestion when we reached the heart of the city. That reminded us of the things we left behind.

    It was a very hard day indeed. But we enjoyed it in the end; meeting friends; sharing ideas; sharing moments. Baidyer Bazar is a place with an identity. It has its uniqueness; its own beauty. Catching the beauty in the eye or in the camera, depends on the viewer. To me, the uniqueness of the place alone can get me there once again. I would love to see how the place looks like in the rainy season. I hope I wouldn't have to wait for long. But it all depends of drive and opportunity. Keeping my fingers crossed!

    Friday, January 2, 2009

    Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    The Land of Golden Smiles
    Tora, Manikganj, Bangladesh

    25 December 2008

    Christmas Day! A holiday. There we go again. My heart pounded and started to look for an opportunity to explore the land. My health didn't really give me full support; yet, my mind wanted to break free. I was thinking of exploring the golden mustard fields. They were in full season, as far as I knew from the news. This year there had been a bumper output of mustard. I was planning to visit the mustard fields earlier in the month. But the plans didn't succeed. May be that was good luck too! As I heard that the mustards were planted a bit late this season because of some untimely rainfall. That probably meant that going to those fields before the fields were in full colours. Last year Christmas Day, some of my photographer friends went to a place in Manikganj and captured gold! I now planned to get something like that. Manikganj was the target, because thats one of the nearest locations to Dhaka where you could get the rural feel.

    I called some of my photographer friends if they were interested to accompany me. Didn't really want a very big group. A big group has its pros and cons. The nature of the travel called for something like a less-than-ten-people group. And thats what we ultimately got. There were eight of us. My Flickr buddies Monir, Tahmid, Kamrul, Tipu Bhai, Rumi Bhai, Apu were joined by me and my brother-in-law Riad.

    There we go! We planned to start from Gabtoli Bus Stand by around 8:00AM. We started from our homes with that timing in mind. Bummer! We got the shock of our lives when we were greeted by a very thick blanket of fog the moment we stepped out of our homes. It didn't abate when we all reached Gabtoli. We spent some time gossiping; hoping for the conditions to get better. The weather didn't really listen to our prayers though. We were thinking of having a disappointing winter trip in a very foggy low light condition. We were almost certain to miss the golden fields in that blanket. But we proceeded. We had a quick breakfast at a not-really-five-star street-side restaurant and boarded the bus to Paturia. It was around 9:25AM.

    The typical local-bus-style journey took us beyond Manikganj town. We asked the bus driver for a suitable location before we boarded the bus. He suggested Tora under Ghior Upazila, a place just beyond a bridge across the Kaliganga River. The place was a bit unknown to me, as I never stopped there. Monir had a lot of memories with that place and he supported the idea of stopping at that place.

    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    A face in a frame........


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Destinations...........


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Working through the maze........


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    South side of Tora Bridge, River Kaliganga.........


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    On his own........


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Of lines and angles......


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Resting on the meadows.......


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    This is the land of "red and green"..........

    We had the ultimate joy while on the bus-- the sun showed up! The cloak of mist cleared up just in time and were happy like anything. At last God listened to us! And we could well see the golden mustard fields. They were in full bloom at some places, while not really finding their colours yet in other places. In just less than two-and-a-half hours' time, we were at Tora. We dropped off just beyond the bridge at the bazar. We had a nice cup of tea, prepared with original bovine milk and went for the bridge. The bridge had some brilliant views. The scenery from there was unforgettable. This is the dry season and the river had just enough water to force people to wet their feet if they wanted to cross it. Green paddy fields ranged across the huge islands that formed across the whole of the rider-bed. The eastern bank of the river had nothing but sand. There were a lot of activities around that bank as trucks were collecting sand from the riverbed. They provided a contrast to the beautiful colours of the rice fields.


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    A dot on the canvas........01


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    A dot on the canvas........02


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Of paddy fields and boats.......


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Patterns of the land.........


    On the norther side, the river had just enough water to allow some small canoes over it. Farmers working in the paddy fields were, in fact, crossing the small stretches of water on foot. The south side of the bridge probably had more water. There were quite a few boats and the water at least looked deep enough for them.

    It sure looked like one of God's own creations. The scenic beauty was not enough to describe in words. The patterns of the land looked like the work of the most accomplished painter! In one word, it was captivating. No photograph would be enough to describe its true beauty. It was more fun watching than clicking. Yet we clicked and clicked until we realised that we actually came here to capture gold!

    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Run, run, run...........01


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Golden smiles.........01


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Golden smiles.........02


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Golden smiles.........03


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Taking care of the gold........


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    A smile from the heavens........


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Walking the path.........


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    A game of cricket............


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Run, run, run..........02


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Run, run, run..........03


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Run, run, run..........04


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Run, run, run..........05


    We boarded some rickshaws that proceeded west until we were blinded by the golden fields on our right. It was around 12:15PM. We could hardly keep the joy within ourselves. This was paradise!! The mild winter sun was touching the mustard plants with utmost care and they were glowing in the best way they could. It was blinding yellow! There were children around the mustard fields, who provided us with the best subjects we could dream of. Their smiles stole our hearts and made us blind. I could go back to Dhaka from there without any regret. My journey was complete. Anything else that would come my way thereafter, would be bonus. We stayed there for around one-and-a-half hours and had a great time with the children. The children were also excited to see some alien people pointing cameras at them. They smiled back and enjoyed the whole thing. They were more than happy to feature in our machines. We also found some boys playing cricket just beside the mustard fields. We enjoyed their game too!

    By around 1:45PM we were feeling it inside our stomach. We boarded a three-wheeler to reach Tora Bazar where we had landed. We had our lunch at a shabby-looking restaurant, which was not too different from the most common restaurants I could find during my tours to different corners of Bangladesh. We were hungry and needless to say, enjoyed the meal.

    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Angle of hope.........


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Angle of aspiration........


    Our next session started right after lunch. By around 2:45PM, we were again on the bank of the Kaliganga, right under the Tora Bridge. Now we were having a close look at the landscape that we were enjoying from way above. Right beside the big man-made sand dunes, some lone fishermen were angling just with threads; they didn't even have a stick! We didn't spend enough time there to judge their luck though.

    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Marks of Nature........


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    When the boats would no longer be needed.........


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Green and white.......


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Dreamscape..........


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    The Kaliganga sleeping..........


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Under the slopes of aspiration.......... Mr. Alamgir trades in sand that is collected from the riverbed...... his appearance may be a bit misleading, but his purpose isn't...........


    We had a short walk for an hour around the northern side of the bridge. White Egrets were decorating the green landscape with their group flights. Kingfishers and other birds were looking for food among the calm shallow waters. The whole show was ruined somewhat by the constant movement of trucks carrying sand on the eastern bank. The afternoon sun was now shining on the pillars of the bridge, highlighting the high water-marks on the exposed pillars. Those marks declared the variance of mood that the river shows to the inhabitants of this place. The broken coasts supported that story with yet more evidence of Nature's destructive force. A casual look at the river now would mislead anyone not having any idea about the aggressive nature of the rivers of this land during the rainy season.

    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Evolution of wheels.........


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    Of faces and directions..........


    From Tora, Manikganj, December 2008

    On the highway of information.......


    We broke off from the river by around 3:45PM and headed for Tora Bazar, where we were supposed to find a bus for Dhaka. It wasn't really a smooth operation finding a transport, as most buses didn't want to go all the way to Dhaka. Anyway, we finally managed to get a transport by around 4:45PM. Winter days don't really last that long. The light was already fading. Our journey ended by around 6:30PM without anything more dramatic.

    Though it was a short one-day trip, it was more than just a nice trip on a holiday. The Christmas Day of 2008 would remain in memory for the wonderful smiles I saw in the fields of gold.