Shake up your story

Artist Raghava KK demos his new children’s book for iPad with a fun feature: when you shake it, the story — and your perspective — changes. In this charming short talk, he invites all of us to shake up our perspective a little bit.
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The death of the significant

Mahesh Murthy: If you wondered what actual Facebook update sent two girls to jail this morning, based on a complaint by Shiv Sena pramukh of Palghar, Bhushan Sankhe claiming “religious hurt” – and what then supposedly justified his Shiv Sena goons to go over and ransack one girl’s uncle’s clinic without being arrested – it was this:

In all our countries we have things called ‘shok dibosh‘ (days of mourning), imposed upon us. We mourn by state dispensation for some leader or other, regardless of the lives they led. While calling them shahid‘s merely because they were killed might be a bit extreme, one could perhaps sympathise with the fact that they died in the course (if not call) of their duty. Ordinary people die in the hundreds in launch disasters every year. Slums catch fire mysteriously before developers move in on city land. Road disasters every day leave us unmoved, until the death of someone close, or prominent, moves us to anger. Garment workers working in death traps die when their prisons cave in or catch fire. We have our moments of rage, a temporary outburst, but there is no systemic change, for these moments are not remembered. The death of the insignificant, remains insignificant. But a politician or a wealthy person dying, even a natural death, raises the person to sainthood. Suddenly we forget who they were while they lived. Eulogies are written for the shomajshebi (philanthropist), who is said to have left behind an adoring public. We are required to weep.
I have no wish to be insensitive to the pain of their dear ones. Praying for a departed soul, however one might choose to pray, is a response I have no problems with. But the forced collective self?flagellation?that is imposed on us, because a person of influence ceases to be, merely for having outlived ones life, leaves me befuddled. And when questions being raised upon their role while living becomes punishable by law, that law, like any unjust law, must be challenged.

To know, one must imagine

Master Class and documentary photography workshop by Dr. Shahidul Alam


Dr. Shahidul Alam, eminent photographer and social activist from Bangladesh will facilitate a two and half day Master Class and documentary photography workshop titled ?Photography for social impact ? To know, one must imagine? from 19 November ? 21 November 2012 at Indian Council for Cultural Relations ( ICCR) , Kolkata.http://www.worldpressphoto.org/content/shahidul-alam
This workshop is being jointly organised by British Council and DRIK India.
The workshop will address the role and methods of documentary photography in achieving social impact. The culture of human rights and community goals has become a necessary aspect of contemporary public discussion and the impact of photography deserves a great part of the credit in spreading and rendering that culture readily perceptible and comprehensible. Photographic images at their passionate and truthful best are as powerful as words can ever be. If they alone cannot bring change, they can at least provide an understanding mirror of man?s actions, thereby sharpening awareness and awakening conscience. The workshop will help participants interpret and to create photograph that stand out from the crowd and questions the objectives of one?s perception and participation in the present visual world in which we live.

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WHO ARE ANGLO-INDIAN?

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CALCUTTA ?Entering the crumbling mansion of the Lawrence D?Souza Old Age Home here is a visit to a vanishing world.
Breakfast tea from a cup and saucer, Agatha Christie murder mysteries and Mills & Boon romances, a weekly visit from the hairdresser, who sets a dowager?s delicate hair in a 1940s-style wave. Sometimes, a tailor comes to the old-style garments beloved by Anglo-Indian women of a certain age. Floral tea dresses, for example.
?On Sundays, we listen to jive, although we don?t dance much anymore,? Sybil Martyr, a 96-year-old retired schoolteacher, said with a crisp English accent.
?We?re museum pieces,? she said. Continue reading “WHO ARE ANGLO-INDIAN?”