Showing posts with label Portrait. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Portrait. Show all posts

Saturday, August 11, 2012

A day in life

We often go out, visit markets, bazaars and alleys of the city in pursuit of our daily chores. But more often than not, we fail to observe people around us, walking by or the vendors selling fruit or other things on their four wheeled carts. Some of us also try to avoid people brushing past us lest our 'clean clothes' get spoiled. But ever wondered that these are the very indigenous people of our country or any country who throng the market places, painlessly living their lives from their hard earned wages?


Sitting outside the wall of rich man's house watching helplessly as another work-less day slips by
The indigenous people in fact are the real treasure, who make up for the majority, that remains unsung, unnoticed and unheard. These people vote for the politicians who immediately after winning elections forget them till next elections, forgetting all promises to change their lives, which remains unchanged and continue to be the same as it was yesterday, or the day before. 

Isa Daudpota is one such person, who when in streets observes people and preserves moments on his camera and shares these on Flickr, These photos, casually taken mostly from his cellular phone camera bring to us faces and the life of the very indigenous people of our country.

Scroll down to see the portraits of our very indigenous people, on a day in our life, we normally do not observe when among them:
Cellular phones: an easy access to near and dear one
Another hard day of life ahead
A road side eatery and a cigarette till a customer arrives
Plastic stuff selling dirt cheap while his tea gets cold
Washing utensils after all Pakoras are sold off
Selling all sizes
Nuts for nuts!!
And bananas for bananas?
A disguised smile when seeing someone taking a photograph
Dates for Ramadan
Yes!! despite soaring gold prices, my business thrives
Selling Pomegranates - a fruit equally hard to spell as it is to eat
Travelling in overcrowded wagons is not easy - it shows
A nap takes over an idle business day
Sharing each other's problems - while shadows listen
Poor smile too !!
Selling sizzling hot samosas
Hard to spell pomegranates being cut for the ease of everyone
Going home after a long day
Photos Attribution: All photos above are courtesy Mr Daudpota, who has a keen eye to compose events and scene from our very ordinary life. He has shared all these photos above in the set ‘An Evening in Pindi on Flickr. I am grateful to him for allowing me to use his photos for this post. 

Friday, November 6, 2009

Self Portrait

Self portrait literally means a photographic close up of a person – but in it embodies the entire personality of the person in question. Face readers all over the world would in an instant give out the hidden facets of a person by just looking at his photographic portrait. Thus no matter how much we try to hide ourselves from the people and wear a disguise, be warned that there are people out there who can uncover the disguise and reveal one’s true self.

And if an individual’s portrait can tell us everything about oneself, then the collective portrait of a family, community or people of a country can do the same thing – uncovering the true face of that society and country. Although, sometimes, people do deceive and wear such a disguise that is hard to decipher, but in the end, one is caught with his actual identity and personality.

But when talking of a collective portrait, no people can wear a masquerade that can deceive the entire world. But remember, even if the collective portrait portrays a particular facet, it may not be applicable to each and every individual. For example German women are known for their loyalty and love for their husbands and the families – but you may find exceptions. One can be overawed by the technology advancement in USA and may conclude that everyone strolling in the New York streets, just near the Smithsonian Institute of Modern Sciences, but one would be amazed to find Americans totally oblivious to science and technology and may then wonder how collective portrait differs from that of most of the individuals.

Likewise, talk of anyone in the West about Pakistan, and he would jump from his seat and try to hide behind a shelter as if someone suddenly appear from nowhere with a beard and start spraying bullets all around. People, even living in next door India, believe that the moment one gets out of an air port, he would be faced with a close encounter of third kind with militants and hooligans killing others showing no mercy. But is it so really?? Those who still dare to come Pakistan, find it far different from the dreadful stories attached to its portrait. Yes there are problems, but the routine life carries on. Men, women and children abound the roads both in cities and villages to go to their work stations, schools, universities and business centres.

And contrary to many beliefs, a vast majority of the Pakistanis is averse to the kind of change the militants want to bring to the country. Islam has been the religion of most Pakistanis and they have been practicing it peacefully since last six decades, tolerating others’ beliefs and living in harmony. And they would continue to do so in future as well as they find religion a part of them and do no want to be dragged into a drama where guns rattle and women beaten in the name of religion, as once the scene in Afghanistan.

Those who go back from Pakistan, always speak of the warmth and friendliness of people of Pakistan, and its lush green landscape and snowy mountains. Very few would speak otherwise. A guest from India at my friends was so sacred as he along with his family was about to get out of the Lahore airport and asked his wife to drape herself into a covering as she might not be taken on by an militant for violating the “hijab”– but when he was taken to the glittering Liberty Market and the markets in / around Fortress Stadium and a dinner at Gawalmandi Food Street, he was fascinated and spellbound. He said that he was advised by folks back home to restrict his movements in markets, specially at night. He said he was taking back happy memories.

The point that I want to drive home is that one should not only judge a person, people or a country by the exposed portrait, but should venture out inside to find out how wrong he would have been had he based his opinion on face value or stories heard from others alone.