Bangalore, INDIA Photos.

Bangalore photos, INDIA

Friday, October 29, 2004

Brigade
House of Power
Bus stop
Chairs

Tent and the home

Tent is a home



Night of the Scorpion

"I remember the night my mother was stung by a scorpion.
Ten hours of steady rain had driven him to crawl beneath a sack of rice.
Parting with his poison -- flash of diabolic tail in the dark room --
he risked the rain again. The peasants came like swarms of flies
and buzzed the Name of God a hundred times to paralyse the Evil One.
With candles and with lanterns throwing giant scorpion shadows
on the sun-baked walls they searched for him; he was not found.

They clicked their tongues. With every movement the scorpion made
his poison moved in Mother's blood, they said. May he sit still,
they said. May the sum of evil balanced in this unreal world
against the sum of good become diminished by your pain.

May the poison purify your flesh of desire, and your spirit of ambition,
they said, and they sat around on the floor with my mother in the centre.
the peace of understanding on each face. More candles, more lanterns,
more neighbours, more insects and the endless rain.

My mother twisted through and through groaning on a mat.
My father, sceptic, rationalist, trying every curse and blessing,
powder, mixture, herb, and hybrid. He even poured a little paraffin
upon the bitten toes and put a match to it.

I watched the flame feeding on my mother. I watched the holy man
perform his rites to tame the poison with incantation.
After twenty hours it lost its sting."

"My mother only said:
Thank God the scorpion picked on me and spared my children."

-- Nissim Ezekiel
Mirrors to go
Beauty and Pots
Praying to the Lotus
Sign of a city
Waiting for Bus
Crowded bus top under the tree
Welcome
Bridge over Bangalore
Waterman
New Market
Empty Market
Bus stop temple
Man with bag, dogs and cow rushing to work