LORD OF THE…DRINKS.

Blogging and a camera at hand enables me to share  these special moments of JOY.

Picture taken while waiting at the Red Light at Baba Kharak Singh Marg, Connaught Place ,New Delhi.

The Colossal Indian Flag, The Scooter and the Lady in Pink  and a bit of Lord of the …Drinks. ( JRR Tolkien please check out your new Avataar)

( do read http://www.enchantedforests.wordpress.com to know about a Lady in Pink)

Am I reading Right?
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Trust it brings a smile to your face as well.

Am curious to check out this place?

Lord of the Rings is definitely my all time favourite and  a picture I can  repeat anytime of the year.

Adding a new page to JR Tolkein
                                         Adding a new page to JRR Tolkein

A closer look of the Impreesive Indian flag along with the Tuk Tuk or Autorickshaws in the foreground

A mammoth Indian flag at the epicentre of Connaught Place
                                A mammoth Indian flag at the epicentre of Connaught Place
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THE BIZARRE AND A FULL MOON

A Full Moon Night and a visit to the famous Jama Masjid In Delhi.

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               The Moon Forms a Halo

The view from Chawri Bazaar Metro towards Jama Masjid

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                    The Jama Masjid In Delhi

A quick capture of the interiors.

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                                    A Peep Inside

Numerous lanes radiate from the Jama Masjid, many are homes to bizarre treasures.

The BIZARRE  featured image and picture that follows advertises the use of a black mascara ( SURMA in Urdu) which eliminates the use of spectacles .

The jeans are fitted on a suspended mannequin.

the bizarre
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THE REMNANTS OF BLUE GOLD

Ramparts and old buildings have a curious way of telling stories.

The NEEL KOTHI is the  symbol of the worst of a Cruel Colonial past. It represents Monopolies , Imperialism and Brutality at it’s worst.

Neel is Indigo (Indigofera tinctoria)  , also called BLUE GOLD.

The cultivation of Indigo in Colonial India ( 1777  till 1947)  is an example of  greed, cruelty and horror. It is also the cause of a Genocide unparalleled in Human History.

The Indigo  crop was forcefully grown on the  rich fertile Gangetic plains  of  India by INDIGO PLANTERS from Scotland and England .

By 1810 , 95% of Indigo imported in GREAT BRITAIN came from India. Indigo was  then called BLUE GOLD  and was an extremely valuable and sought after commodity in Europe.

The land was left fallow, where not a blade of grass could grow after Indigo was cultivated on it. Consequently  the peasants starved to death for lack of food.

An Englishmen .W.L. Tower then stated and I quote:

 “not a chest of Indigo reached England without being stained with human blood”.

Fallow Lands
The Indigo Plant ensured no food could be cultivated

Remnants of the NEEL KOTHI, Neel is Indigo in Hindi,in Greater Noida. Kothi is Home or House.

Indigo was an IMPERIAL crop forced upon poor peasants of India by their COLONIAL masters.

Reminder of the past
Reminder of the past

The Neel Kothi (   Neel kuthi in Bengali) was once Home to  Raw Indigo buying,  processing and packaging.

The Purchasing of Plantation Land Act in 1833 ensured vast land holdings came under INDIGO cultivation.

It was also home to atrocities unleashed upon thousands of peasants who were forced to work in  Indigo farms.

Millions starved to death  in the infamous Bengal famine of 1896-97.

overgrown with vegetation
overgrown with vegetation

Indigo farms  were virtually wiped out from Bengal after the INDIGO  REBELLION in 1859. It then spread its vicious seeds to Bihar and other parts of Northern India.

Irrigation bungalow
Irrigation bungalow

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi became Mahatma Gandhi as a result of the successful non violent movement called  INDIGO SATYAGRAHA  or CHAMPARAN SATYAGRAHA ( 1917) .

Tears well up in my eyes as I write this tale of a horrific past narrated by THE NEEL KOTHI.