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Making Gur in Chhutmalpur, India, Photo 10 - The Last One

- Making Gur Photo 10


This photograph is Photo 10 of 10 on the art of making unrefined sugar called gur in India from sugar cane juice.


The cane juice is boiled in large pans and the water evaporated slowly. The froth and the foam is also removed constantly. The juice becomes thick and like a pliable paste. This is than tossed around by the worker with a long ladle to cool it down for making then into small sugar balls. Here the son of the main worker makes round gur balls with wet hands .


Lots if not all sugar cane mills in India are now making a part of their income from earning carbon credits for utlising bagasse as their resource for fuel. Well this small unit would not even know that there is a revenue stream they could possibly tap.


You can view the 10 photos in a chronological order at the wordpress blog to see the entire series. A few photos have already been published on flickr, the balance will now go up one by one in a short time frame.




If you have tasted sugar as sweet as this, with its crumbly flaky texture that melts in your mouth. Then, you have attained Sweet Nirvana. Chocolate does not even come close to this.


Another take from the small town of Chhutmalpur where this not so small unit was working to make some really red red gur ( jaggery).


Just to recap --


As you come out of the Shivalik ranges that form the southern bastion of Dehradun and head for the dust fields of Delhi, you pass through quaint rugged settlements populated by a rustic breed of farmers, tillers, cattle keepers, cut throats and other remanants of the Huns that invaded the country many centuries ago.


Chhutmalpur is one such sleepy place where in the season they crush sugarcane and make "gur". From my early childhood days I remember seeing open fire pits blazing away in the night and workers silhouetted in the flames. The sweet heady aroma of raw sugar cane juice being boiled in large cast iron pans and the leftover acrid tingle of molasses was a smell that one grew up in the valley of Dehradun. It still has the same overpowering presence that it had back then.


I was passing Chhutmalpur enroute to Dehradun after photographing the Pushkar Cattle Fair. It was a good time to stop. There were no other passengers with me and this was like Childhood Revisited.



Taken on November 23, 2007 at 1.26pm IST (edit)

Posted to Flickr September 8, 2012 at 12.41PM IST (edit)

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Camera Nikon D70

Exposure 0.017 sec (1/60)

Aperture f/4.0

Focal Length 24 mm

ISO Speed 200

Exposure Bias 0 EV

Flash No Flash

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Taken on November 23, 2007