Raju -- Biscuit Maker
Here is a short film on Raju. During the Surajkund Crafts Mela he had a stall outside the fair grounds. Usually his roadside cart is in the nearby residential neighborhood.
posted by abha @ 12:21 AM
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Sunday, February 18, 2007
Abha Dawesar Blog
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4 Comments:
It is heartwarming to see the hard work, enterprise and innovativeness of some of the economically less priveleged people. Your short film captures it well. I liked the music and it was good to hear the brief conversation with the biscuit maker. Sometimes food cooked in the most ordinary and makeshift of places (on a thela,a wayside dhaba) with the barest minimum of accessories and cheapest cookware/utensils tastes so wonderful. I still remember, how as a child, I would look forward to our visits to Lucknow. One of the highlights of our stay there was a visit to the biscuit maker.We would take our own atta, ghee and sugar to the biscuit maker's shop. He had a tandoor and we would wait there till our lot of biscuits was done, and get the frsehly baked, still warm from the oven biscuits in a tin canister. Since we would go as a group with my cousins, it was a delightful outing even on hot dusty days. Our impatient greedy fingers would invade the canister and, before we knew it, our little booty would be half gone. With guilty faces and heavy stomachs we would return home sheepishly to brave the good-humored anger of the adults. The biscuits were rectangular, coarse, with uneven edges and two small ridges running lengthwise. One has eaten lots of other biscuits, including those from bakeries in other countries, but these have paled in comparison with the ones that had all the flavor of the simple pleasues and desires of childhood.
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...easy satisfactions and wholesome appetites of childhood.
Learnt one more thing from the biscuit maker - through effort and sheer, sometimes dogged, persistence one can become good and skilful at what one does. Thank you - I have relearnt something today.
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You have picked up what is differnt among the ordinary but which is not visible to most of us. Keep doing this good work. The combination of film and music should be such that it attracts more viewers.
wow, I really liked the music but it does eem to go out of place and reminded me of Turkey instead of India, you still have to move the camera slowly or perch it on a tripod, beleive me it makes your life easier.
I really wonder how people can balance the camera on their shoulder or in thier hands, I just can't get a good shot doing that.
yumm..I owuld love to taste those biscuits..:)
great job!
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