ChaShay Tea

a look at some of the legendary women in Indian history- modeled by kangana ranaut 

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Golden Fleece is almost legendary - the first time we brought in this wild-picked Yunnan Black tea, it sold out completely in less than two hours. 

Since then, we’ve worked to bring in as much as we can with each season. Though difficult to source and very limited in quantity, this tea is so beautiful and stunning, we feel morally compelled to share it with you whenever we can.

The majority of the 2014 Spring Harvest has already been sold through pre-orders. If you want to try this exquisite Dian Hong, do not wait to order. Every harvest is unique, and this Spring’s harvest is only available while supplies last.

We haven’t had any tea for a week. The bottom is out of the Universe. - Rudyard Kipling

Lagos is not an easy city to photograph. Living in Lagos itself is not an easy thing to do. But the city is always alive, teeming with life and bustling to the brim with electricity (in the figurative sense) as feet, hands, bodies and hearts go about their daily hustle in a city that resembles nowhere else on this earth.

Lagos, Lasgidi, Eko, City of Excellence, or whatever name you use to refer to one of Africa’s leading cities, is a place that gives life to a photographer’s lens. But we all know that same old drill of having to see images in foreign media sensationalize an almost sadistic relationship they have in highlighting the negative aspects of African environments and showcasing our sufferings. 

As a self-described “photography enthusiast” from India currently residing in Lagos, based on images found through a simple Google search, Devesh did not know what exactly to expect when moving to the city. He just knew it didn’t look enthralling in any sense of the word. Now, however, after being in Lagos for several months he has become a keen photographer of his new temporary home. From motorcyle taxis to market women, art works to artisans, he chronicles his image-taking adventures in a blog titled ‘Snap it, Oga!' that shows a Lagos that is more than familiar to anyone native Lagosian.

Here’s what he had to say about his photographic journey in Lagos, thus far: 

I came here seven months back and before coming here I Googled about Lagos and Nigeria. I am afraid, I didn’t find a lot of positive stories and pictures in search results that time. 

Once I reached here and started to move around Lagos, I realized there are lot of positives here which everyone conveniently ignores.

There is art here almost everywhere…on Danfos, on streets, on shop signboards, on school walls and so on.

The Nigerian love for food, football and music is just infectious. I thought it would be great to capture all of this and showcase it online. 

I decided to start a blog for my Nigerian pictures to showcase that this country is so much more than the negative P.R. it gets  The first few people I photographed in Lagos would say “Snap it, Oga” when I was looking at them through my camera’s viewfinder. The name stayed on and I named my blog ‘Snap It Oga’!

In the wake of the #AsianPrivilege response hash-tag to #NotYourAsianSidekick and #BlackPowerYellowPeril, it appears as if (among other misguided ideas) there is a prevailing notion out there that, in contrast to other minorities, Asian Americans “lack a history of resistance” (or that we think we do), and that this invisibility and dearth of civil rights history actually confers upon the Asian American community a form of racial privilege.

Putting aside the second half of that assertion regarding privilege for a minute, there’s one other major problem: any argument that relies upon the assumption that Asian Americans lack a history of resistance is patently ahistorical.

Like really, really, really wrong. Like insultingly wrong.

Don’t wanna be you’re exotic like some dark, fragile colorful bird, imprisoned, caged in a land foreign to the stretch of her wings

Don’t wanna be your exotic Women everywhere  Look  Just Like  Me Some taller, darker, nicer then me but like me just the same. Women everywhere carry my nose on their faces, my name on their sprits Don’t seduce yourself with my otherness My hair wasn’t put on top my head to incite you into some mysterious black voodoo, the beat of my lashes against each other aint some dark desert beat, It’s just a blink,  Get over it! Don’t build around me your fetish, fantasy, your lustful profanities to cage me in, clip my wings.  Don’t wanna be your exotic your loving of my beauty ain’t more than funky fornication plain pink perversion in fact nasty necrophilia cause my beauty is dead to you I am dead to you. Not your harem girl geisha doll banana picker pom pom girl pum pum shorts coffee maker town whore belly dancer private dancer la malinche venus hottentot laundry girl your immaculate vessel emasculating princess don’t wanna be Not your erotic Not you’re exotic

According to the source, these guys are city workmen waiting for their afternoon tea, delivered…