Barring the Imperial Palace, there are very few places left in Tokyo which are reminiscent of an old era. (Let’s add the Yakotori alley to that list (will put up its picture some other day)). Most of old Tokyo was wiped out during the WWII. What you get to see in Tokyo now are structures which are not older than say 40-50 years (at least in the major part of Tokyo AFAIK).
Although Japan still has the King and the Queen, they are just that in name. They do not have any say in political matters as such. They still live in a palace, which is in the middle of Tokyo surrounded by lovely open spaces and greenery. I just loved the sound while walking on the pebbly, gravel-ly path that lead upto the Imperial palace gates.
This is the only frame where i could manage to capture the contrast of the old against the new (one of my favourite things whenever i am in any city. There is just something about the era gone past. The Golden Age syndrome some call it, of which i am a surefire victim).
Rishikesh is a place buzzing with energy from 5 in the morning to 11 in the night. Specially so if you are living on the other side of Ram Jhoola where you have the Chotiwale restaurant and the Shiv temple which hosts the daily Ganga Aarti. The gushing Ganga, is the common background score throughout.
I was here two years ago. (yeah i know i have never posted any pic from that trip here. will do it soon with an attached travelogue) Noticed these two men meditating at such a proximity to the river around 7 am when i was just out for breakfast. It appeared out of place there, as everywhere around me i saw movement, people rushing around. Add to it the Kawaria festival was on in full swing (will talk in length about it in some other entry, soon:) Only other people i found as relaxed were the sadhus, some of whom were resting, others who were smoking ganja.
After a long shot of the two, tried another shot keeping just the two subjects in the frame along with the fast flowing water in the background.