tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89382137164969633312024-03-13T03:42:09.263-07:00Lonely SoulMillions of people in this world are suffering for want of the basic necessities of life. Their situation is aggravated by the rivalry among the nations, societies,ethnic groups, Civil wars, terrorist attacks, unhealthy political games and open wars between countries. If only some nations of the word show the example of a setting aside a fund to remove poverty and human miseries, the world would have been much different. One man showing an example is good, but it is best a nation to show. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350002548535714367noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938213716496963331.post-15896241435510182712014-09-25T08:23:00.000-07:002014-11-23T16:34:55.853-08:00To all my photographer friends<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is a personal narration of the very sad life story of the South African photojournalist <b>Kevin Carter</b>, who took the iconic, haunting photograph of a South Sudanese baby girl, on the brink of death, kneeling on the ground barely able to get up, in front of a vulture.The plight of the poor child typically epitomizes the poverty and inhuman hazards, the Sudanese people tide over. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The photograph aroused the hypocritical feelings of numerous puritans across the world. They cursed, abused and harassed Carter in harshest words, as much as they could. Though this photograph won the </span><b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.pulitzer.org/historyofprizes" target="_blank">Pulitzer Prize</a></span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> for the year 1994, Carter could not escape the remorse of his mind, </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">mainly</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> inflicted by the world-wide accusations darted against him. He committed suicide, 3 months after winning the prize. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Life's ways are most uncertain. we are, while we live, frantically moving inside a labyrinth of miseries hoping that one day or other we will be able to come out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All these things I started thinking in my true sense, before I fell into the deep pit of depression, in the intoxication of drugs and liquor, before life was skipping out of my control.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350002548535714367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938213716496963331.post-52202496125537078612014-09-23T08:59:00.000-07:002014-10-06T06:56:57.902-07:00Penniless<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was running short of money, a situation I have faced a lot of times in my life. Such times I become utterly restless and dulled. Frequent borrowings of money in the past, had made me severe my links with some of my good friends. It was not for them to blame, but I myself. What Shakespeare said once is an absolute truth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The journey to Sudan was an abruptly arranged one.I had again to borrow funds from some of my colleagues.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350002548535714367noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938213716496963331.post-68057751469293219172014-09-20T22:18:00.000-07:002014-10-06T07:08:54.933-07:00A Cursed journey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our journey was in an Helicopter for the mission named <b><span style="color: #45818e;"><i>'</i><i>Operation life-line Sudan</i></span><span style="color: #741b47;">' </span></b>carrying food materials for the poverty-stricken Sudanese people. I was accompanied by Joao Silvia, a Portuguese freelancer. By 3.03 our copter touched the barren lands of a village called <b><span style="color: #274e13;">Ayod.</span></b> It was like a vast strip of desert where we landed, with sandy red soil and spiny cactus trees here and there.Not a living soul was seen anywhere. We all got out from the Helicopter. After waiting for a few minutes, Silvia muttered a curse and went over to somewhere. I stood near the copter wondering what to do next. As I explored the land walking a few steps ahead, I saw steep rocky slopes at one side.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350002548535714367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938213716496963331.post-91768158473014972622014-09-19T21:24:00.001-07:002014-10-05T19:07:59.803-07:00A whimper, was it!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That may be a worst day of my life. As I stood there with a very disturbed mind ( I do not know for what!), I heard a whimpering sound nearby. It was so feeble that I could hardly hear it. Then I saw a little baby girl of about two years lying a yard beyond. She looked like a piece of burned wood. I went near. She was lying kneeling on to the ground. During the struggle and fight for food she might have accidentally fell out from her mother's hands. She was crying in anguish, as she was not able to get up and walk to the group.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>A 'winning' flash</i>-that was the first to pass through my mind. I aimed my camera at her. For a second I stood motionless as a big vulture flew down and sat beside the baby. The bird was obviously looking for a dead body. The baby it seemed , still had life remaining in her. I took several snaps of the baby and the beast. I waited... waited and waited for the bird to spread its wings and approach the baby. I thought such a snap would be a most embarrassing and highly appreciated one. But to my misfortune the bird did not spread wings. After waiting some more minutes I drove away the bird and left the scene.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Was her mother able to locate her? Is she a cursed creation of Almighty? No... Jesus loves all His creations, that's what I know. Then how only some people become like this? As more thoughts overpowered my mind I felt my eyes filling and tears flowing out.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350002548535714367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938213716496963331.post-39332793051810214442014-09-18T22:32:00.000-07:002014-10-06T06:55:12.621-07:00Public Response<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The photo was published 'New York Times' on 26 March, 1993. The response of the people was overwhelming. Most of them were accusing me for not saving the dying child. Even some of my best friends accused me for the same reason. The responses greatly pained my already wounded heart.</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #7f6000;">"The Man adjusting his lens to take just the right frame of her suffering must just as well be a predator, another vulture on the scene",</span></b> comments went on like this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As a photographer I had covered several violent incidents of apartheid in the past. Street fights, shooting, man slaughters, execution, carnages all I had covered with my camera. But never before had I felt such anguish as I feel now. Never had I seen such wrath of public.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Yes I am a sinner. Oh..Jesus, I am a sinner. Don't forgive me for what I had done".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Megan.....Megan". I shouted in agony. She came out running. In a frenzy. I embraced her and showered kisses on her fore-head. 'You always be with Papa....never leave Papa alone....would you, as your Mama did once.' The child stood in aghast, her eyes filling!</span><br />
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I felt haunted by vivid memories of fights, killings, corpses, ghosts, anger, pain and miseries. An unknown fear was suffocating all my senses. People whom I borrowed money were coming to shoot me. I ran through the sand , my feeble voice shouting, don't shoot me please... don't. I am......I.....am pauper. Please give me some more time. I have nothing with me. But they were running after me, this time they won't spare me. </div>
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A heavy lash of the cold sea-wind awoke me from the frightful fairies. I was lying on the beach, for how long, I don't know. I was fatally tired and exhausted, partly from intoxication. Sea was raging unusually and it was a bad omen. I got up. My anxiety is only <b>Megan</b>, my daughter. She is only seven years old. Who is going to protect her?<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Winds fiery, tides rose to the height of the slum huts,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I stood there gazing, as a dirty rag of sinful life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To throw myself into the waves I longed, and disappear</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Into the unfathomable depths of darkness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I moved on with unsteady steps, muttering something</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'Take me in....to that nasty, rotten hell of yours'..I cried out,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh..who's that strangles me, the bluish bands of water, or</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">like a floral rope, darling your tiny dark hands,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">stick on to me babe, to Papa's bosom</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Till the end of our journey, till we find 'Rest' in our Father's Laps.</span><br />
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sculpturing, singing etc., just to name a few. But it differs from other arts
in one main aspect. While in all others the creation comes out mainly from the artist’s
imagination, in photography the target is the real material that the photographer sees before him. The manner how well he reproduces it depends on several
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350002548535714367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938213716496963331.post-70320518452262902332014-09-13T05:55:00.000-07:002014-10-05T19:26:12.587-07:00Looking Back<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just compare the above box with the present day Androids. You may wonder, because the newer generation chaps might not have seen such a 'Camera Box'. Technology has made everything 'small', including man who gave birth to it. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350002548535714367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938213716496963331.post-59475065340467590812014-09-12T06:52:00.000-07:002014-10-05T19:28:00.477-07:00A very usual incident!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It happened some three-four weeks before. I was in my evening walk when a big accident occurred at our place. A route bus smashed on a private car, killing two persons and seriously injuring another two on the spot .I also ran to the place (with my ailing heart). The road immediately turned on to a festival ground with a lot of people gathered pushing and pulling. The bodies, blood, body parts and metal scraps were strewn all over. I closed my eyes as I cannot withstand such scenes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nobody was raising a helping hand to take the dead and injured to the hospital. <b><i><span style="color: #073763;">Everybody was busy taking photographs of the scene in their mobiles.</span></i></b> Meanwhile the police party arrived and did the job. The injured luckily escaped as the police reached in time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What do you say of it? Is it murderous? How can we blame a professional like Kevin Carter for having taken the photo of a child? He gave his life for it. But what else do we give?</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350002548535714367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938213716496963331.post-92083666697928433952014-09-11T22:43:00.000-07:002014-10-14T08:14:22.294-07:00Poverty in Kerala<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kerala, a small State at the southern most tip of India, is widely acclaimed as one with cent percent literacy rate. Here, politicians claim that that poverty has been completely wiped out over several years of their regime.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The popular adjective of Kerala, '<span style="color: #274e13;">GOD'S OWN COUNTRY'</span> is only a 'business stunt' of the Government and Tourism Department. In fact it is mostly (or fully) owned by Devils and God has already sold whatever he had to them, and left the place. In terms of natural beauty, Kerala has a top position among other similar states of India. In that respect it is one of 'God's own' </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Poverty though not rampant in Kerala, still exists among the people living in high range areas, particularly among the tribal communities. Many of them are struggling for food, shelter, clothing, drinking water, sewage and other basic amenities. Contagious diseases often spread among them. The most suffering people of Kerala are perhaps the migrant workers from other States like Tamil Nadu, Andhra Pradesh, West Bengal etc. They work mainly in urban areas. Whatever they get will not be sufficient for a moderate living. Most of them live in the slum areas, often many men huddled in narrow 'rooms'. Many go to the streets also, where they have to face innumerable sufferings.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Economy of the State is now almost fully at the hands of 'Mafias', big industrialists, business people and builders. The gap between the 'haves' and 'have notes' is widening. This is not an affair of Kerala only but of the whole India. In spite of the merits of Globalization, demerits and hazards are most conspicuous. Blade (illicit, throat-cutting money lenders) mafia, Drug mafia, Liquor mafia, Land mafia, Sand Mafia, Black money mafia, Smuggler mafia etc. are growing in the State in unprecedented magnitude. </span><span style="text-align: justify;"><i style="color: #0c343d;">(Mafias are illicit criminal gangs working against the Law and the Government). </i>In the coming years robbery, murders, terrorist attacks and other illicit activities may probably increase in Kerala and other states of India.</span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350002548535714367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938213716496963331.post-18528206551481430782014-09-10T01:12:00.000-07:002014-10-11T01:25:11.131-07:00Lonely Soul<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Loneliness is the <i>basic essential</i> in the lives of all living beings. We are born alone without knowing it and pass away alone too. In between we strut along with our parents, friends and strangers. We do a lot of things to please them and long to get pleasure from them. At times we fight with each other and move apart and again unite. We do some wrong things and give them up as our simple flops. We amass money and enjoy the maximum of enjoyment. Some of us become losers.</div>
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