And I shot him as well. He had just jumped on our luggage, with the permission of our driver, and was a fellow villager. He was surely handsome with his Chitrali cap, the central theme of every gentleman's attire in this region. His immaculate dressing of light blue kameez shalwar and contrasting waist coat completed the frame. I would surely had liked to photograph him among the mountains, away from our Hilux. But time was short, I was reminded by the driver and Zahid bhai. And so we moved on.
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Sunday, November 13, 2011
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Reading newspaper, Qila Abdullah
I had always wanted this kind of shot for my archive. i don't' know why, but I think such photographs are an essential part of your collection, if you happen to be a Pakistani freelancer. Or living in any similar Eastern nation.
I like the chai ke chainak in green and the piali (cup) and the newspaper spread in front of these two tribal Pathans. And the entire front wall of this shop painted red with Coca Cola. That's the spirit of real travel.
I like the chai ke chainak in green and the piali (cup) and the newspaper spread in front of these two tribal Pathans. And the entire front wall of this shop painted red with Coca Cola. That's the spirit of real travel.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Kiln Factory
Kiln worker takes a rest as his fellow workers continue to construct yet another brick tower, as it is known among them.
Kiln work is dangerous, tiring and earns only a pittance to hundreds of workers working there. Some of these workers are bonded labour, out here since last many decades and paying off the circular debt in which their masters have tricked them into. Despite much hard work done by Human Rights Organizations of Pakistan, many still remain bonded including women and children. Women are periodically raped, kept in chains and sometimes even murdered to avoid later legal hassles. These labourers often find no way out to protect their sisters and wives; only sometimes someone runs away into the safe hands of HR offices. Then only media gets to know the tragedies of these people.
As this kiln labour camp looked very legal, I found little resistance in photographing these men. But as the kiln owners still do not follow the mandated Rs.6000 per month, which is the minimum required pay for any type of labour in Pakistan, they still avoid cameras.
Kiln work is dangerous, tiring and earns only a pittance to hundreds of workers working there. Some of these workers are bonded labour, out here since last many decades and paying off the circular debt in which their masters have tricked them into. Despite much hard work done by Human Rights Organizations of Pakistan, many still remain bonded including women and children. Women are periodically raped, kept in chains and sometimes even murdered to avoid later legal hassles. These labourers often find no way out to protect their sisters and wives; only sometimes someone runs away into the safe hands of HR offices. Then only media gets to know the tragedies of these people.
As this kiln labour camp looked very legal, I found little resistance in photographing these men. But as the kiln owners still do not follow the mandated Rs.6000 per month, which is the minimum required pay for any type of labour in Pakistan, they still avoid cameras.
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