The boat with a tattered black flag at Uroor Olcott Kuppam, off Besant Nagar, probably reflects the mood of the fishermen after a poor day’s catch.
Or is it Chennaiyil Chicago?
This gentleman with the T-shirt of the Ice Hockey team, Chicago Blackhawks in the hot and humid Chennai beach makes an interesting study in contrast. So does the colour of the shirt.
Ganesan harvests crabs for a living. On the beach near the broken bridge and Adyar river mouth, he digs deep into the sand and collects crabs with his bare hands. He neuters the claws of the captive crabs with his deft fingers and packs them in a bag for the market. He says he gets about Rs.300 for a bag of about 15 to 20 medium-sized crabs. He added that he can get crabs throughout the year irrespective of the season.
This hardworking man was happy to pose for the battery of photographers during the photo walk. He was happier to receive a few rupees from us as a token of thanks.
There is no age bar for enjoying the beach and taking a selfie.
These senior citizen visitors are from Gwalior and they were at the Elliot’s Beach to enjoy the sun, sea, and surf. In fact, the lady in the middle had a recent knee surgery and was walking with an aid. This did not deter them and their local host from visiting the beach in the short time they had.
I hope we Chennaiites realize how fortunate we are to have excellent beaches in and around the city. Let us take some effort to keep them safe and clean.
During my younger days, cricket was more popular among the upper and middle classes. football, on the other hand, had a mass following.
Currently, both games are popular among all segments. It was heartening to see a group of boys from a fishing village playing cricket on a concrete pitch laid not far from the sea.
Not far from this pitch there were a few boys playing football.
“Nobody photographs us (except this crazy uncle)” seems to be the lament of these crows on Elliot’s Beach.
You need your friends more at the time of disappointments than at victories. So, no fair weather friends.
Here a competitor from Maharashtra is seen consoling a co-competitor after an unexpected elimination. at the National Roller Skating Competition, Besant Nagar.
Rudyard Kipling’s poem,”If…” and its lines emblazoned at Wimbledon entrance come to mind:
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
For a National Level event, it did not attract much media coverage as far as I know. A search on the web showed the venue of the competition as Jawaharlal Nehru Indoor Stadium. Was it a last-minute switch to Besant Nagar due to bureaucratic bungling?
Today’s daily photo blog was shot at the Elliot’s Beach, Besant Nagar.
The young lady sells roasted sweet corn cobs. The sparks coming out of the oven is an interesting sight, but difficult to capture. Here is my attempt.
Elliot’s beach is becoming a dumping yard for discarded items. Earlier we saw an abandoned cart. Now a boat.
This dilapidated boat may be photogenic. It could also be a cosy coop for a tete-a-tete. But it has become a dump for trash and a breeding place for mosquitoes.
Muggy Monday morning at Elliot’s beach, Besant Nagar.
The lonely fisherman is trudging his way back home after his foray into the sea with the net.