this one is for my dad...
He left India when he was nine years old, to join may grandfather who was working as a builder in Africa. That was the last time he saw his mother, as she died shortly afterwards - he doesn't remember her face.
My father was the second-youngest in his family and pleaded his invitation to Africa from his father, as his five elder brothers had resorted to alcohol and drank their opportunities away. My father is the only brother remaining. All, including his younger brother died from alcohol abuse.
His father was a migrant worker and divided his time between India and Africa...He died shortly afterwards. My father had just started earning money and was too late to send him enough money for medical bills.
Feeling a little sad today, because I dropped my folks off to the airport yesterday. We live separately in the UK, as we cannot seem to cope in such close proximity over there, where we have the luxury of separate bedrooms. In India, we sleep 10 to a room, but we rarely quarrell. Whats all that about?
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terrysio (715) 2006-12-21 8:51
Bonjour Kajal Nisha,
D'abord ta photo est fort bien réussie, mais elle possède une dimension différente lorqu'on prends connaissance de la note qui l'accompagne.
Le sujet et bien capté et la prise de vue (avec les immeubles en arrière-plan) est bien composée.
RGatward (20062) 2006-12-21 8:53
Hi Kaj, nice to come back and see a familiar poster on the front of the gallery. Love the use of the large door way in the frame here. Quite a collection of very personal images you're building up here, looks like an exhibitions worth already. Merry Christmas.
everlasting (14734) 2006-12-21 12:42
I like the framing of your young boy to tell this poignant story, very good B&W conversion Kaj. I hope my green smileys brign a little cheer back to you.
KevRyan (22956) 2006-12-21 19:47
Hi Kaj ...a warm hug, kiss and a smile from me too........on your own now.....apart from other family members of course!! Did you go to Dandi Beach? That's quite a story about your uncles......your image has such a reflective sense of sadness about it...it is full of emotion....and looking at it properly after rereading your note such rresonance with what you have desribed ...but it also stands on its own really well as an image..........
Very good work......I might just have bheen tempted to catch a bit more of the frame at the top but that's not to say yours doesn't work well as it is.
best wishes Kev
Isabelle (9046) 2006-12-21 20:44
somehow this is a relaxed image, a moment we can feel sympathy between photographer and model. the bw is really nice, reminds me Animesh´s contrasts. judicious.
i lost my father this oct because of cirrosis. i know the feeling and i am especially moved by your note.
ElSato (824) 2006-12-21 22:24
A wonderful taste of a life that's not mine... very deeply felt.
You have asked some very important questions in your notes. Most of all: who are we when we are away from our homes? And who are we when we are in those homes? And why is it not the same? My family came here (Canada) from Greece in my grandfather's generation and those questions persist even now.
As for the photo itself, amazing shadows. You have really highlighted the thoughts of this boy, about to become a man, very nicely.
Really really good.
Darren (6823) 2006-12-22 0:17
Hi Kaj. A good composition and a good story here. I just have to be honest though, it is too contrasty and too many blown out areas for me to really like this. Not sure there is a remedy other than shooting at a different time, or perhaps if you carry a flash. I think the b&w conversion is likely an attempt to mitigate the poor light and it does that somewhat, but not really enough for me.
Sorry to hear your folks went back, but you can be pretty certain that it will open up some photos that you might not have got otherwise. Cheers
macondo (18977) 2006-12-24 5:15
Hi Kajal. Thanks for the story and equally poignant photo. I like the strong contast in the b/w image and the wistful, longing look on the boy's face. It's a doorway, but rather narrow, and the choices beyond look slim.
People who sleep 10 to a room simply cannot quarrel; those who have their own rooms may enjoy the luxury of envy. Strangely enough.
BTW, I've seen your stuff on Flickr!
Happy secular Christmas and all that, may 2007 bring all goodies and no nasties.
RADEEH (2802) 2006-12-24 22:58
You look like Arundhati Roy
And write like Arundhati Roy
Is it that my story..
Ha ha I just tried to compare my life through your Dad's story.
bnallama (3763) 2006-12-27 14:22
Yep his and your dad's story is story of many immigrants..... reminds me of own family story....
"In India, we sleep 10 to a room, but we rarely quarrell. Whats all that about?" - Here even when we are alone we quarrell with ourself and our soul.... sad to think...