Had an opportunity to visit a photo exhibition oraganised by the Indian photography fest in my city. The works of various photographers from around the world were showcased and we spent over two hours mesmerized by their extensive range of work. Stunning visual landscapes, black and white portraits, exotic wildlife, the wrestlers of Senegal, glimpses of the platform of New York’s subway, local festival celebrations, Philippines drug war, the slums of Dharavi, many postcard pictures from everyday life and much more were put up.
But what caught my attention and ripped my heart apart were the pictures by the Mumbai based photographer Sudharak Olwe. The pictures were crying out in agony, shattering the silence of the room. Some of his works covered the images from the lives of the conservancy workers working in unimaginable conditions, the prostitutes of the red light area, jarring pictures of the deep caste prejudices among the Dalits in Maharashtra. Each picture narrated a heart wrenching morbid tale of life. Be it a new born baby still with its umbilical cord dumped in a garbage bin, or the prostitutes playing Holi* but with colours of pain and sadness, a man cleaning a sewage canal buried till his neck in pit filled with filth , hanging of a Dalit for trying to speak up for his rights and many more such pictures which jolt your very being. I could do nothing to contain the tears flowing from my eyes.
Staring into their lifeless eyes
the piercing wails echo
despair and anguish
the soul drenched in sorrow
when the tormented heart cries out,
their plea for help, unheard
nobody to feel, nobody to heal
from the dead frames hang
something which resembled a human
life in an abyss enclosed by
gloom, filth, poverty and misery
their grieving hands probe in the perennial darkness
for a glimmer of hope to brighten their spirit!
*Holi is a festival of colours played in India.
I can only visualize the images with intricate details shared by you. It must be a different experience all together, when every picture narrates a story 🙂
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Yes, an absolutely different experience. This is the first time I could feel the pictures literally talking. I think all credit goes to the amazing photographers to bring it out in their work.
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Just imagined those pictures, through your words.. they speaks aren’t radhika ji!!
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Thanks Gourav, but I didn’t get the second part of your comment…..
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You force me to visualise the event ☺👌👍
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I am glad to hear that Krishna!
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I could visualise those photos & the emotions associated with them through your words !!
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Thank you Megala. I found a part of me broken after seeing them.
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Well written
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Thank you Kunal. I guess the emotions just flowed out.
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Oh the beauty of your words to define the melancholy behind the images!!! You are such a talented woman…mighty impressive 😍
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Thank you so much for your words of encouragement. You are a very kind soul 🤗
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you diptcted so well, Almighty God has blessed you with a heart made of gold, keep it up… Radhika. love u
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Humbled, reading your feedback Najmi. Many thanks 😇💖
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Great post Radhika,
picture is word more than a thousandth words !
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Yes! It definitely is so. Thanks Ben!
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Very touching and heart breaking realities of life. We are unaware of happenings around the world…A time to be grateful for the small blessing bestowed on us..
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Absolutely Deepika. But the heart cries out at such Injustice in the world.
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Yes , Radhika..It’s sad that we sometimes do feel help less and are mere witnesses to the gory crimes happening around the world.
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And that feeling is so frustrating!
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True 😓
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Taswir bahut kuchh bolti hai….ek saath etni taswiren aur utnaa hi sundarta se aapne bhavnao ko byakt kiya….bahut hi badhiya.👌👌👌
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Dhanyawad Madhusudan. Ji haa, tasvire bahut kuch bolti hai. Par yeh tasvire jaise cheek rahe the.
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Nishchit…. shabd kam pad jaayega…laajwab hain taswir banaanewaale….
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🙏🙏
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🙏🙏🙏
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Your words are so powerful that I could imagine each picture in my mind. Very well expressed!
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Gratitude Bhavana 🙏
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Simply awesome…
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Thank you Vijay!
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I can see the pictures and your kind heart through your words ma’am. World should be a happy place for everyone.
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I know. Sometimes I feel things are not so fair for all.
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You have really invoked so much feeling through your words …these are really touching human instances.
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Thank you Pragalbha!
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You are welcome, always.
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Nice one
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Thank you Daneel!
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Welcome Radhika
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Photographs convey a thousand words. Must have been a very powerful medium to wring out the touching poem from you.
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Yes Karthik. It truly was!!
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Breathtaking poem so apt with what u have written about the painter and yes for sure their lives r so tormented no one is there to bother. Poor souls. Lovely words Radhika.
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Thank you Kamal. It was the first time a picture moved me so much.
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Yes sometimes they sure do and we have tears that are uncontrollable.
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The pictures must have been really stark to have inspired such a vivid post.
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Yes Somali. They just ripped my heart.
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The images you describe are those that help us thank for all that we are blessed with but in an uncertain way explains the unfairness of life. It has often crossed my mind that if a woman had to give her body in what is generally termed as ‘prostitution’, what forces her to continue to do so? For sure, it is no choice but a form of helplessness. Or the man who cleans the sewer will not be even offered water and the tea man thinks that he can give the tea for free rather than accept coins that the filthy hands held, said one of the newspapers recently. It is a sad reality but a fact of life.
The pictures must have touched you for the poem has so much pain.
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It is a sad reality of life, which seems so unfair for some people. The sheer lack of helpless compels them to continue I guess. The least we can do for them, is in some way brighten their life, in whatever way we can.
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Yes, at least by accepting them into the society and not shunning them as evil.
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Absolutely!
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Every expression have emotions behind it. Some can express few can understand.
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Yes! 🙂
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You are one Gem that express and understand both of them equally well . Rare but real among us.
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Thanks a ton for the words of appreciation. It has made my day😇😇
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Wow I loved your comment you are so sincere in your writing and replying for comments. Radhika that makes you rare and your writing special.
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😇🤗😄
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Lol….Smiles are cute…..
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