Saturday, August 25, 2018

சேமித்த நேரங்கள்

நாளைக்கான ஓட்டங்களில் இன்று ஏனோ கை நழுவி போய் விட்டன
சேர்த்து வைத்தவை எல்லாம், நேரங்களாக மாறும் மாயம் உண்டோ?
உண்மை உணரும் நேரங்களில் இளமைதான் திரும்பி விடாதோ?
உன் கை பிடித்த நாட்களில் நேரம் ஏன் எதிரி ஆனதோ?
நண்பனை போல் கூட வருவதாய், பிரிவின் போது நேரம் ஏமாற்ற
விரல் இடுக்குகளில் கசிந்து விட்ட தண்ணீர் போலவும்
அணை போல் தடுத்து கைவச படுத்த நினைத்தது போலவும்
என்னை நான் ஏமாற்ற
உருண்டுஓடும் உந்தன் பாகுபாடு இல்லாத பார்வை தனில்
சிறு சருகாய் என்னை மாற்றினாய்

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Impression from PhotoKathmandu

Moving Asia was a panel discussion between Shahidul Alam, Prasiit Sthapit, and Bhavna Adhikari which was moderated by Robert Godden. The discussion was about how migration affects the migrant workers and their families. The speakers Mr. Sthapit and Ms. Adhikari are working in Nepal and Mr. Alam is working in Bangladesh. Robert Godden had worked in Nepal for 3 years and now is stationed in Hong Kong. It can be said that the panel members work for the countries’ people who want to move up the social ladder through migration. They show the reality for the people whose story might often be filled with frauds, betrayal, bonded slavery, hardships beyond imagination, luxury, wealth, skill learning, exploitation, and a sentence for a lifetime of not seeing their loved ones or home. The discussion which encompassed the search of missing persons by Mr. Sthapit, the various perspectives in the migration world by Mr. Alam, the different information which is often overlooked by the migrating worker were informed by Ms. Adhikari. The moderator presented his involvement in the human rights field with his organization Right Exposure; they give solution on how to use a visual medium to bring about social change.

Present State

Migration in the South East Asian countries happen because the people want to move up the social ladder by moving to a country with better economy seem to be their only option to escape the vicious circle of poverty at home. This migration is helpful for the mother country’s economy also as the foreign cash inflow through these workers come into the country in form of spending for the family at home, acquiring new property, children’s education etc. The people from the subcontinent often move to Malaysia, Singapore, GCC as the rapid industrialization promises a job, a better life than the one they see at home for their family.

Information is wealth

The panel discussion on personal terms resonated with me as migration for work has happened within my own home. But the different ways in which the exploitation has happened and can happen shows that how class divide leads to the binding of common sense for the people and how lucky we the entitled class are. Hailing from a better-informed household and surrounding, the discussion showed how just creating awareness could reduce several of the hardships. Also, the discussion brought out how the facebook photo posts of the neighbors make the person want that in his life. This kind of vanity which is often discussed and experienced hit home. The realization that the other people often have the same experience and expectation as anyone else made the whole discussion interesting.

Activist with a camera

Photography for Mr. Alam was just a medium which worked for the activist and he is ready to stop using it when it does not and Mr. Sthapit explained himself as an investigator and researcher. These confessions show that the photograph is just a part of the bigger idea behind the project. When Mr. Alam was questioned about his method of accessing practically inaccessible people, in a sensitive matter which might show them in a bad light, he was happy to explain that the people believe what they want to believe. These words made sense in a lot of ways for the whole discussion and the presentation shown.

Gender Bias

Ms. Adhikari explained about the reluctance of the migrant workers to be photographed as often in the case of women. It is because the social circle of the migrated girl’s family is informed that she is working somewhere in the city of Kathmandu rather than the truth that she is working in a foreign country as a tailor in an industry and is earning handsomely. This type of gender bias does not help in the migration as often it is thought that the women who move out the country in search of better employment often end up being sex workers. This kind of myth has to be eliminated for which Ms. Adhikari is working tirelessly. At the end of Mr. Alam’s presentation a poem, by one of the immigrant worker Babu Biswas and translated by Mr. Alam to English, he laments his search for homeland brought tears to anyone living in a faraway land to feed his family at homeland.

Intent and Effect of Project

As a whole, the panel discussion was more of a showcase for the artists’ work where each artist discussed the problems they had and how they are overcoming them. Having an experienced photographer like Shahidul Alam in the panel all the other panel members, listeners were interested in knowing his method of working. The awareness on the level of hardship endured by the migrant workers can be understood only by seeing and touching their living conditions as any amount of words cannot do justice to their plight. We can understand that photography as a medium is close to trying to show that.

From the discussion, we can understand that the whole work of Mr.Alam was to present at the Global Forum on Migration and Development summit which is to be held in Bangladesh during the month of December. The summit is expected to be attended by the ministers and industrialists whom he shows in black light in his work, since he shows all the perspectives of migration from the labour recruiter, the contractor, the commissioner, the ministers, the industry owners who employ the immigrant workers and the immigrants themselves his work which seems wholesome is being planned by him to present to his own government showing its own shortfalls in migration. Here the presence of photography is felt, as no other medium can take the split second of the viewers’ time and make a lasting impact for their lifetime.

Conclusion

Thus the discussion which I felt covered almost all the aspects of migration in their countries. But in India migration across states is more pertinent and pressing need which needs to be addressed, researched more and brought to light. This I feel is the more relevant topic and how each state within a union fight against each other by the name of borders, human resource, water and much more.

Allied Event

There was a slide show Moving Asia which was curated by Mr. Godden and had photographers Emily Wabitsch (Germany), Ian McNaught Davis (South Africa), Kai Löffelbein (Germany), Kazuhiro Yokozeki (Japan), Kim Badawi (France/Male), Mahesh Shantaram (India), Marco Valle (Italy), Prasiit Sthapit (Nepal), Simt Chi Yin (Singapore), Siniša Vlajković (Serbia), Tom White (United Kingdom) and Vincete Jaime Villafranca (Philippines) also shows how much the migration affects the life of the people in their lifestyle, health, etc. So the multilayer of the migration was shown at the festival

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Thirst

I wanted to walk. Just to walk on the street. No, no, nothing romantic about it. Just walking. It's afternoon and the heat is getting to me which makes me even thirstier. The drops of sweat fall into my eyes making them burn. I jump over the river of sewage water flooding the street, only to find my feet in a tributary of the main river. I try to continue walking. The stray dogs, barking, start chasing me as I make a small run to an elevated place to dry my feet. I stand and stare at them with the thought of intimidating them. It worked, I stand there and shake my leg vigorously to shake off the dirty water. I walk some more my wet sandals making squeaky noises. The sugarcane juice seller looks like a savior in this congested, narrow place. I move towards him. There is an open garbage tank on the side giving out a smell of rotten vegetables, spoiled egg, and a strong smell of ammonia. Maybe that ammonia smell was because of the one or two men looking at the blank wall holding their crotch with occasional glances to it. I sped up trying to leave the smell behind, now I have to pee too. A girl in a sky blue and white striped t-shirt and black faded jean cross me swiftly, within moments two men dash into me as I had turned my head to look at her. Yeah, they were pursuing her, that's why she was so fast it hit me. I'm a huge guy and could engage these two or at the least give her more time to move far with a little effort. But I was taught to take care of my own business and to help only if it could not be avoided. I walk on. There is a fallen flex banner obstructing my path, somebody had mourned publicly and mother nature as always had her own style of mourning had pushed it down. Stepping on it and I walk past. The sugarcane juice seller was just a few steps away. I made up my mind to have juice now and search for a place to pee later. I went near him and just when I raised a hand to order a cup I remember I had just a two thousand rupees note.

Friday, December 16, 2016

Six sentence story: i'mperfect

I was the perfect example for imperfection. But it looks like something has happened. Now I'm seeing if the lines are straight, and my steps are slow and measured. Maybe even the examples can be  changed. So maybe they will school perfection in me. Just maybe I can be an imperfect example for perfection.

Monday, December 5, 2016

Vaimaiyae Vellum

It is not that I don't believe in God's miraculous power or against God blessing Amma. It is just that when people who put you in life assist ask for miracles is when I start panicking!

The link click here


Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Six Sentence Story: Blooming

Though the waiting is so long I don’t get tired of it. For our understanding transcends the thinking capability of men. Only you can bring out the best in me. Working together we have made a remarkable progress that makes people look at us with astonishment and awe. Our relationship has been so long lasting that love is the word they created for it, even that word cannot explain the depth of the feelings between us. I, earth, shall bloom and blossom when you, rain, kiss me. 

Friday, August 5, 2016

எண்ணிக்கை

புலம்பல்கள் ஆயிரம்
வடிகால்கள் சில்லறை

எண்ணங்கள் கோடி
வார்த்தைகள் சில நூறு

பார்ப்பவை அதிகம்
மனதில் நிற்ப்பவை ஒன்றிரண்டு

சத்தங்கள் கணக்கில்லை
அதன் அர்த்தங்கள் கை விரல்களில் அடங்கும்

லட்சியம் கணக்கிடுகிறேன்
எட்டுபவை எண்ணுகிறேன்