A thin line of pain

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Days are altering faster than the last decade. Cost of rapid growth of modern civilizations put an colossal scratch on the socio economic pattern of life. Somehow and somewhere there is an impact of this rapid uprising. And documenting this stories are getting hard-hitting, and the reason is us.
Yes, we the photographers are making our job difficult day by day. While photographing in a balloon factory in Kamrangirchor, I have experienced one of the bitter experiences of my photography life. This boy was instructed not to show his face to any intruders and the person in charge was threatening me. According to him, from last few months everyday a bunch of photographers visit their shop and interrupt their routine work. They are not worried about the impact of using child labor at their factory, the issue which they are concerned is these photographers impede their work. They agitate these kids in making their frames, which cost factory owner times and money. I have tried a lot to make them understand, but I was totally disastrous when the manager start punishing one of the kids, just because he looked at me. Which burst me out and meanwhile me and the manager had some conversations. After a while I left the factory, and move on. But the faces of those small kids put a permanent scratch on my mind and a thin line of pain start taking over my mind.

 

 

Truly Civilized

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Festival of freedom II

With all the limitless spirit of joy
Let’s fly…..let’s celebrate the unbound taste of freedom

Captured from “Poush Shongkranti” (পৌষ সংক্রান্তি) or “Shakrain” festival in Sakharibazar, Old Dhaka, Bangladesh. This festival is celebrated at the end of Bengali month “Poush” and marked with flying kites, fire spitting, music dance and a lot of other things.

Festival of Freedom

With all the limitless spirit of joy
Let’s fly…..let’s celebrate the unbound taste of freedom

Captured from “Poush Shongkranti” (পৌষ সংক্রান্তি) or “Shakrain” festival in Sakharibazar, Old Dhaka, Bangladesh. This festival is celebrated at the end of Bengali month “Poush” and marked with flying kites, fire spitting, music dance and a lot of other things.

Life and Living VIII

In life whoever is alive, has his own way of living.
No matter he is a president of a country or a beggar in the street.
The principle of living is similar in everywhere.

A local betel leaf seller selling betel leaf in his small shop.The betel leaf used to chew along with areca nut, and tobacco mixture. The human face on the top of a box, is a very popular tobacco mixture called, Hakimpuri Jorda. Chewing the mixture of areca nut and betel leaf is a tradition, custom or ritual which dates back thousands of years from India to the Pacific. In bangladesh its a very popular item for the elderly people.

Symphony of Clay VIII

Life wherever it belongs has its own verse
Has its own stanza and aroma
These peoples are in pottery from generations after generations.
They have their songs…the songs of their life.
Which keep them smile, which keep them alive with the symphony they found in clay.

The poisonous paintings

Not all beauty are meant for pleasure.
Not all pleasure can’t explode our heart with joy.
Some beauties are like a curse
Some are lethal for the living beauty.

Happy New Year

I do not know what still awaits
Or what the morrow brings;
But with the glad salute of faith,
I hail its open wings.

It may be the hardiest year we have known,
But it will be the happiest

The simplicity of life IV

Life you had, is the life we have
The time you were, is the time we are
Simplicity of life which we are enjoying, is what you lost.

Hope 2012 will bring all the essence, flavour and the aroma of life that we lost in 2011.

Happy New Year

Newly Married