This photograph reminds me of all those beautiful black and white photographs of eons. When the great masters wielded their camera and captured not just images but stories. Stories of generations. Stories of cultures, countries and climate. Stories that contained in its pixels pathos of human lives. Stories that were frozen in frames so that the future generation will know what it was like "Once upon a time"....
The stark beauty of this image captivated me. And as I was waiting for the signal to turn green (these days its seems like the traffic junction is where I get to take most of my pictures)I was imagining how people would see this exact same spot 50 years or 100 years down the line.
These iron rods would one day be a part of the zipping metro rail high up in the air. At that time people wouldn't even remember these iron rods jutting out into the beautiful sky.
Is it necessary for people to remember the jutting rods while they rode the luxurious metro rail? Is it necessary for people to turn back and look at the past? Not if you are doing it to wallow in some self-pity coated Wat filled to the brim with victim-complex.
But definitely yes, if you are going to feel proud of the journey made.
I wonder whether this picture will survive for a 100 years and whether someone sitting by the window riding the metro rail car, will look at photograph and say "This was how it was once upon a time" and smile....
PS: This pic is of the metro rail work that's underway in Bangalore.
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