An Ode to A Photographer

Photography is a rare art

Playing with omnipresent

Light and Time 

Capturing moments

That transpire magically

Just like a sudden flight of a bird

Or deep pensive prayer of a saint

Or something unsettling

Or maybe deeply political

Just like a dying child staring

At an approaching vulture

These are moments of truth

That transcends Time

A photograph rarely lies

Unless of course it is doctored

To peddle a lie

Ever since it’s invention

There have been warriors

Going to the ends and the depth

To capture beauty and horror

Their gaze becomes

The gaze of the masses

That’s the magic

They turn you

Into them

The gaze changes places

You become the onlooker

Your silence becomes complicity

Life of a photographer

Isn’t an easy one

Trudging with the gears

They make the unseen

And unknown visible

They unravel the truth

That hides in the plain sight

Leaving us to wonder

How did we allow this to happen?

Are we going to do something?

Photographs have changed

The world history

But photographers carry

The burden of Sisyphus

They must push the boulders

And the borders again and again

They must teach

The blind populace to see 

And behold the truth

And not turn a blind eye 

Again and again

Photographers have turned 

Cosmetic over ages

They just indulge in beauty

Safety and narcissism of it

Yet there came along

A rare tall one

With a discerning eye

And deep wisdom

Who could stop the world

With one single photograph

Using simple Light and Time

To paint the undeniable Truth

An ace visual storyteller

Holding the mirror to the world

Leaving for the future

Stories that are imprinted

By light on the frames of Time

And memory forever!!

PS: In remembrance of legendary Raghu Rai who passed on to another realm today

Sometimes It Is Too Late…

A petit pink fresh flower

Fell on the roadside

Just detached from the mother tree

I thought of picking it up

On my way back

As I walked ahead

A big SUV passed me by

At the end of the lane

As I turned

I saw it backing

Into its marked zone

To park perhaps

To my utter dismay

The wheels went over

That petit pink flower lay crushed

Beneath the mother tree

Sometimes it is just too late

To  behold, cherish and save

Beauty is often fragile and transient

Always ending up crushed

Under the ruthless

Wheels of the civilization

Sometimes it is too late

Most times it is too late!!

Tiger Tiger

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Excerpt:

“Humans who have built roads

Into their territories

Are now the new colonisers

How much ever we study history

Dissect colonisation

We continue to colonise nature

To plunder it all

Leaving no space to other species

While the capital city

Chokes on high AQI

We try fancy stuff

Like seeding the clouds

We want even clouds

To be performative

Even when all our acts

Grand spectacular failure

We refuse to learn simple truth

We just need to save 

The planet and nature 

For it to save us!!”

Image courtesy: Arvind Karthik

Olivia Arthur and Philipp Ebeling – Linking Past to the Present

It was a rare opportunity to listen to the tales told by Olivia Arthur and Philipp Ebeling through photographs at Harrington Arts Street, Kolkata on 7th November 2015. The event was organised by British Council, Kolkata. Both the photographers were presenting their books/projects self published by their venture Fish Bar. Photojournalism is at its best phase now thanks to the evolving digital technology and it is a very competitive field. It was indeed heartening to see thematic representation of places, people and the era by these two splendid artists.
Olivia Arthur’s latest work – “Stranger” is about Dubai and narrates a tale of a fictitious survivor of a 1961 shipwreck in which many lost their lives. This survivor from the troubled past returns to connect to the modern Dubai full of dichotomies – unprecedented growth and development while being trapped in conservative society where women have to wear a veil and live their free lives alienated behind the curtains. It is a very interesting work on women which also connects to her previous work on Saudi Arabia, Jeddah and India – a commentary on how culture, past defines a city and its people.
Philipp Ebeling’s book “Land Without Past” is a personal tale of growing up in a German neighbourhood and connecting it to the troubled history of Germany – pre and post Nazi era and the very recent reunification of Germany.  It was rare experience to listen to the anecdotal context in first person.
It was very inspiring to see these linkages made through photographs to the significant past of two culturally very different cities. The book “Stranger” also experiments with the design, layout and even paper. The transparent paper adds to the commentary of a ship wreck survivor who was traveling to Dubai with dreams on a ship but destiny turned out to be different.The under water photographs of the remains of the shipwreck printed on a transparent sheets makes the whole experience surreal.