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		<title>Singles</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 13:17:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Christmas at Parikrma</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 09:16:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Parikrma Humanity Foundation is a non-profit organization in Bangalore city. Currently, it is transforming education for underserved children from different slums in the city. Parikrma manages the entire education cycle from kindergarten to college for each child. The foundation operates the schools from four different locations in Bangalore. One of the schools is the TNT Parikrma [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: justify; "><em><strong>Parikrma Humanity Foundation</strong></em> is a non-profit organization in Bangalore city. Currently, it is transforming education for underserved children from different slums in the city. <em>Parikrma</em> manages the entire education cycle from kindergarten to college for each child. The foundation operates the schools from four different locations in Bangalore. One of the schools is the <em>TNT Parikrma Centre for Learning</em>, in Koramangala. This centre had held the annual christmas day celebrations for the children couple of days before the vacation. I visited the centre on that particular day. Present in this gallery are photographs documenting the mood at the centre on that day.</p>
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		<title>Chinnara Manasa : Right to participation</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 15:12:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Prakash is a boy studying in 10th standard at Government High school Yappeldini village, about 25 kilometers from Raichur. But he lives in Donga Rampur village which is about 7 Kms away from his school and he has to cycle up and down everyday. His village school has classes only up to 7th standard. Many [...]]]></description>
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<p>Prakash is a boy studying in 10th standard at Government High school Yappeldini village, about 25 kilometers from Raichur. But he lives in Donga Rampur village which is about 7 Kms away from his school and he has to cycle up and down everyday. His village school has classes only up to 7th standard. Many of Prakash&#8217;s friends form the village, mainly girls, have discontinued their studies because they find it a difficult task to cycle to their nearest High School.Prakash and his friends want the government to start a high school in his village so they can being about a change. But how will they do it? They will write about this issue in their newspaper! A newspaper which they hand-write and paste it across the walls in their village wherever people gather. It might sound childish to many, but their newspaper stories have resulted in repair of once a potholed road connecting Raichur and their village. Their newspaper <em>Chinnara Manasa</em> , says Prakash can make them bring about another significant change in their village.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify; ">Prakash is one of the 1143 &#8216;Child reporters&#8217; of <em>Chinnara Manasa</em> village newsletters, mentored by UNICEF under a project spreading across 225 villages in rural areas of Raichur district in Karnataka. The project was started by UNICEF in association with the localZila Panchayat under the article 12 and 13 of United Nations Convention on the Rights of the Child ( UNCRC) which advocates right to participation. Article 12  says that every child has the right to express views on all decisions made by adults that affect children and their views must be taken into account. Article 13 states that Children have the right to get and share information, as long as the information is not damaging to them or others. In exercising the right to freedom of expression, children have the responsibility to also respect the rights, freedoms and reputations of others. The freedom of expression includes the right to share information in any way they choose, including by talking, drawing or writing.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify; ">Raichur is one of the most backward districts on Karnataka and with most people being illiterates there is lack of knowledge about health care, sanitation, education and rights. The project began with the hope of making the children to be the agents of change in Raichur.Abid Ahmed , child reporters Coordinator at Raichur, says &#8221; Master trainers appointed by UNICEF to identify and make teams of 5 children from every village in all the high schools in this region. Students who are confident and interactive are identified and picked up to be child reporters. One day training class is held Theoretical classes are conducted on editorial policies and the way the news is to be gathered and reported. We concentrate on the language the children need to use in writing content for Chinnara Manasa newsletter. We stress them to use terms which their local villagers will be familiar with. We ask them to avoid difficult words. Also we tell them to write in big and bold letters, so that people standing at few feet distance away from the wall where the newsletter is pasted, should be able to read it. We also instruct them to avoid names of individuals and focus more on the issues.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: justify; ">The program has helped in building the writing and observation skills of the children, and in making them aware of their rights. They are slowly beginning to question everyone from administrators in their schools, to local village Panchayat and to bureaucrats. Vikas Verma, Communication Specialist UNICEF says, &#8220;The basic idea of the project is that children must take part in issues in their community that affect them. They have a role to play in solving these issues at one end. And secondly, by making them look at these issues from a new perspective, we hope they would grow up to become adults who would then be able to address these issues in the same manner among their children. So it is a long term process.&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: justify; ">Lot of changes have been brought about by the activities of these child reporters. Cemented roads are getting built in villages, water related issues seem to be getting solved and facilities in schools seem to be improving.Thirumala reddy, a child reporter from Vadepalli village says, &#8220;The bore wells and hand pumps in our village were not operational. We wrote about it and finally a month back they repaired one hand pump in Vadepalli and now the villagers are able to get water for daily needs from it. We are really thrilled about it.&#8221; Narasimhaa, a child reporter studying in Gunjalli village says, &#8220;The work of Ramalingeshwara Gudi temple in our village had stopped. After we wrote about it ,the work has started again. Also our article has resulted in cemented roads being built in our village.&#8221; Still a lot need to be done though. Children are writing about need of more classrooms, more teachers, better toilets in schools and villages, building of drains, power supply and even more. They are hoping that it will be just a matter of time when these issues get addressed.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify; ">Not all is hunky dory though. Like every other journalistic venture even this newsletter of children has faced stiff resistance testing their determination and courage. &#8220;In a particular village, the Gram Panchayat members had confronted the children and their families, after the children wrote about problems in their village. Finally, when they realized that the program was done in association with Zilla Panchyat they had no option but to keep quite and solve the problems highlighted by the children.&#8221; says Farzana the taluk level Coordinator of the program at Raichur Taluk. A child reporter in Kudlur village said, &#8220;We wrote that people in our village need buses and then pasted the Chinnara Manasa Patrike on the walls here. Some auto drivers who were afraid of their business getting affected with the start of bus service, tore the newsletter and threw it to the garbage in front of us. Also most people don&#8217;t know to read and write and hence do not understand that we are writing issues mattering to them. They simply tear it like they tear away any movie poster. Also, children are given contact numbers of master trainers so that they can always be contacted if any issues come up during and after the newsletter is made.&#8221;</p>
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<p>one of the most backward districts on Karnataka and with most people being illiterates there is lack of knowledge about health care, sanitation, education and rights. The project began with the hope of making the children to be the agents of change in Raichur.Abid Ahmed , child reporters Coordinator at Raichur, says &#8221; Master trainers appointed by UNICEF to identify and make teams of 5 children from every village in all the high schools in this region. Students who are confident and interactive are identified and picked up to be child reporters. One day training class is held Theoretical classes are conducted on editorial policies and the way the news is to be gathered and reported. We concentrate on the language the children need to use in writing content for Chinnara Manasa newsletter. We stress them to use terms which their local villagers will be familiar with. We ask them to avoid difficult words. Also we tell them to write in big and bold letters, so that people standing at few feet distance away from the wall where the newsletter is pasted, should be able to read it. We also instruct them to avoid names of individuals and focus more on the issues.&#8221;</p></div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 265px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;">The program has helped in building the writing and observation skills of the children, and in making them aware of their rights. They are slowly beginning to question everyone from administrators in their schools, to local village Panchayat and to bureaucrats. Vikas Verma, Communication Specialist UNICEF says, &#8220;The basic idea of the project is that children must participate in issues in their community that affect them. They have a role to play in solving these issues at one end. And secondly, by making them look at these issues from a new perspective, we hope they would grow up to become adults who would then be able to address these issues in the same manner among their children. So it is a long term process.&#8221;</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 265px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;">Lot of changes have been brought about by the activities of these child reporters. Cemented roads are getting built in villages, water related issues seem to be getting solved and facilities in schools seem to be improving.Thirumala reddy, a child reporter from Vadepalli village says, &#8220;The bore wells and hand pumps in our village were not operational. We wrote about it and finally a month back they repaired one hand pump in Vadepalli and now the villagers are able to get water for daily needs from it. We are really thrilled about it.&#8221; Narasimhaa, a child reporter studying in Gunjalli village says, &#8220;The work of Ramalingeshwara Gudi temple in our village had stopped. After we wrote about it ,the work has started again. Also our article has resulted in cemented roads being built in our village.&#8221; Still a lot need to be done though. Children are writing about need of more classrooms, more teachers, better toilets in schools and villages, building of drains, power supply and even more. They are hoping that it will be just a matter of time when these issues get addressed.</div>
<div id="_mcePaste" style="position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 265px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;">Not all is hunky dory though. Like every other journalistic venture even this newsletter of children has faced stiff resistance testing their determination and courage. &#8220;In a particular village, the Gram Panchayat members had confronted the children and their families, after the children wrote about problems in their village. Finally, when they realized that the program was done in association with Zilla Panchyat they had no option but to keep quite and solve the problems highlighted by the children.&#8221; says Farzana the taluk level Coordinator of the program at Raichur Taluk. A child reporter in Kudlur village said, &#8220;We wrote that people in our village need buses and then pasted the Chinnara Manasa Patrike on the walls here. Some auto drivers who were afraid of their business getting affected with the start of bus service, tore the newsletter and threw it to the garbage in front of us. Also most people don&#8217;t know to read and write and hence do not understand that we are writing issues mattering to them. They simply tear it like they tear away any movie poster. Also, children are given contact numbers of master trainers so that they can always be contacted if any issues come up during and after the newsletter is made.</div>
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		<title>Visthar</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 12:09:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Visthar is a secular, non-profit organization, committed to enabling women, children and other marginalized sections realize their rights. Visthar campus is located at dodda gubbi post on the outskirts of Bangalore city. One of the projects at Visthar is Bandhavi &#8211; an initiative for girls hailing from North Karnataka and Andhra Pradesh, who are at risk [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: justify;"><em> Visthar</em> is a secular, non-profit organization, committed to enabling women, children and other marginalized sections realize their rights. <em>Visthar</em> campus is located at dodda gubbi post on the outskirts of Bangalore city. One of the projects at <em>Visthar</em> is <em>Bandhavi</em> &#8211; an initiative for girls hailing from North Karnataka and Andhra Pradesh, who are at risk of being dedicated as devadasis. It is a residential school program that enables the rescued girls to grow as individuals, as well as build a community that lives in love, respect, trust and friendship.</p>
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		<title>Indian Weddings</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 20:51:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Of Love and Longing</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 18:48:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[India, the home of over one billion people is a third world economy. One of the problems of the third world is unemployment, and with one billion people having few job openings, it is natural for huge number of people migrating overseas in search of opportunities to make a living and earn a better life. [...]]]></description>
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<p align="justify">India, the home of over one billion people is a third world economy. One of the problems of the third world is unemployment, and with one billion people having few job openings, it is natural for huge number of people migrating overseas in search of opportunities to make a living and earn a better life. But migration comes with its own pros and cons. Some people attain success and some don’t. Some find themselves alienated in a different culture while others find acceptance. Some people can embrace change making peace with self and the newfound land where as others spend their lives struggling hard and yet longing for what they consider as their real home. The brand Angkor and Cambodia opened up as a new market in the last decade of 20th century after years of violence. With tourism industry booming in Cambodia, the nation became a preferred choice for many people to head there for business. Lot of Indians too followed the suit. Among them was Dharmanand Sharma, an enterprising Indian chef from the foothills of Himalayas. Sharma had years of experience working in hotels of Mumbai, Delhi and The Middle East. Sharma was well aware of the growing popularity of Indian food. With the hope of getting into restaurant business he first entered Cambodia in 1997. In the last 12 years, Sharma’s fortunes went up and down many times but ultimately he was able to set-up a successful Indian restaurant named ‘New Delhi’ in Siem Reap. And it wasn’t just excellence in profession which Sharma found in a foreign land, he also found love. Sharma found a companion in Soni, a Khmer woman. Sharma, an Indian Hindu and Soni a Khmer Buddhist, are now man and wife with each retaining their cultural identities and yet at the same time embracing new ideas to raise their multicultural family with two children. Sharma and Soni together run the restaurant business. At the opposite end of the spectrum are Indian salesmen who migrated from Gorakhpur and other rural areas of Uttar Pradesh province in northern India. Most of them have little education and were doing in low skilled jobs back in their hometowns. With limited opportunities back home, they followed one another to Siem Reap and other places in South East Asia in search of jobs that could give them better salary. Back in India, a sales rep job was always looked down upon by their friends and family. In Cambodia, they really have no relatives to pass judgement on their vocation and are happy to earn a lot more than they would have earned in India. But their work involves travelling across Cambodia carrying garments, toys, mosquito nets, watches, small electronic goods other small items and trying to sell them at door steps of peoples home. Their families are all back in India and these salesmen have only themselves to keep company. Their work brings them money but not much happiness. They find their work extremely tiring and monotonous and are unable to find alternative to what they do. They have not been able to accept Cambodia completely.</p>
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		<title>A landmark moment for the happy and gay</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 08:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Indian mainstream media was busy preparing lead stories, that were to be made for July 4th, the American Independence day. So was the entertainment industry occupied with planning for parties, events, campaigns, promotions, sales, and all that is &#8216;page3&#8242; for the same reason: Celebrating freedom! But, all that changed with a landmark judgment by [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/3684161346/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 500px; display: block; float: none; height: 333px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2469/3684161346_c7fcd05899.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></p>
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<p align="justify">The Indian mainstream media was busy preparing lead stories, that were to be made for July 4th, the American Independence day. So was the entertainment industry occupied with planning for parties, events, campaigns, promotions, sales, and all that is &#8216;page3&#8242; for the same reason: Celebrating freedom!</p>
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<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/3683351237/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 500px; display: block; float: none; height: 333px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3578/3683351237_15d6dfc68c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></p>
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<p align="justify">But, all that changed with a landmark judgment by the Delhi High Court&#8230; July 2nd 2009, will go down in the pages of Indian legal history. &#8216;July 2nd&#8217; will mean much more to Indian sexual minorities than what &#8216;July 4th&#8217; means to Indian media.</p>
<p align="justify"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/3684161460/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 500px; display: block; float: none; height: 333px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2598/3684161460_f1c58f7a61.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">Provisions under the Section 377 of Indian Penal Code criminalized consensual homosexual acts of adults in private. The Delhi High Court struck down this controversial section saying it violated the fundamental rights of life, liberty and equality.</p>
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<p align="justify">Gay rights activists, lawyers and the sexual minority community across Indian sub-continent held celebrations to mark this occasion. In Bangalore, the celebrations were held at United Theological College. Here, I share with you all, the moments from that event I was witness to. A piece of history I must say.</p>
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<p align="justify"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 500px; display: block; float: none; height: 407px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2527/3683350693_9b5b812993.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p>
<p align="justify">By the way, to all my American friends&#8230; Happy Independence day:-). To all the partying crowd in my city, enjoy the Indian cocktails on Saturday night;-). But, do spare a thought for the sexual minority community who have been fighting a long battle for equality.</p>
<p>Cheers,<br />
Nishant<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/3684161798/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 500px; display: block; float: none; height: 333px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2506/3684161798_d0600d615b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p>
<p>P:S For rest of the other photographs, please visit the set on flickr, http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/sets/72157620753060559/</p>
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		<title>Caught Between Colored lines</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 12:29:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A man sleeps between two colored lines marked by authorities inside a temple complex at Bhavaninagar, for acquisition of property for building of Kaderenahalli underpass. Bangalore, the silicon city of India is witnessing many infrastructural works like new airport, metro railway system, flyovers, underpass and road widening, with the idea to sustain the growth and [...]]]></description>
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A man sleeps between two colored lines marked by authorities inside a temple complex at Bhavaninagar, for acquisition of property for building of Kaderenahalli underpass.</span></div>
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<p>Bangalore, the silicon city of India is witnessing many infrastructural works like new airport, metro railway system, flyovers, underpass and road widening, with the idea to sustain the growth and development of the city. But for all these projects it has to acquire private lands of citizens. This has resulted in stand off between the state and citizens and the pattern seems to be replicating across the country with creation of special economic zones (SEZ).</p></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Seen here are photographs showing th result of acquisition of portion of houses and temples at Bhavaninagar, Bangalore to widen roads and build an underpass. The work came to a temporary halt with residents protesting while a temple portion was brought down by the auhtorities. In these scenarios, authorities usually come to homes and shops without issuing any notice and draw colored lines marking the portion of the house that will be acquired. Sometimes multiple lines get drawn due to unprofessional surveys. Residents who are caught unaware have no say in the amount of compensation, if at all any, given by the state and have limited time to relocate and rehabilitate.</div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Right to property was originally a fundamental right as per Indian constitution. But the 44th amendment to Indian Constitution in the year 1978 relegated it to a mere legal right. This put any dispute arising between state and citizens with respect to the acquisition of private property by state, out of the jurisdiction of any courts. This allowed the state to acquire any land for any purpose without compensation. As a result, in today’s India there is no real right to private property and no protection against government land acquisitions.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><a title="Caught between Colored Lines 01 by travelling writer, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/3306517172/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3102/3306517172_50d7455efb.jpg" alt="Caught between Colored Lines 01" width="500" height="334" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Portion of the ring road near a traffic signal at Bhavaninagar that has now been dug up to create an underpass and requires further widening of road.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><a title="Caught between Colored Lines 02 by travelling writer, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/3306517282/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3309/3306517282_c1c0894517.jpg" alt="Caught between Colored Lines 02" width="500" height="334" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Portion of a temple that remains at Bhavaninagar after it was demolished by authorities for building of Kaderenahalli underpass.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><a title="Caught between Colored Lines 03 by travelling writer, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/3305686761/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3311/3305686761_2a6b031ed3.jpg" alt="Caught between Colored Lines 03" width="500" height="334" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A man walks looking at what is left of a temple that was demolished at Bhavaninagar by authorities for building of Kaderenahalli underpass.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><a title="Caught between Colored Lines 04 by travelling writer, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/3305686841/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3055/3305686841_13d4c13289.jpg" alt="Caught between Colored Lines 04" width="500" height="334" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A man stops and looks at what is left of a temple that was demolished at Bhavaninagar by authorities for building of Kaderenahalli underpass.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><a title="Caught between Colored Lines 06 by travelling writer, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/3306517628/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/3306517628_0db9879320.jpg" alt="Caught between Colored Lines 06" width="500" height="334" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Colored lines marked by authorities inside a store at Bhavaninagar, for acquisition of property for building of Kaderenahalli underpass.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><a title="Caught between Colored Lines 07 by travelling writer, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/3306517750/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3484/3306517750_08ce5e66d7.jpg" alt="Caught between Colored Lines 07" width="500" height="334" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Colored lines marked by authorities on the walls of house that was still under construction at Bhavaninagar, for acquisition of property for building of Kaderenahalli underpass.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><a title="Caught between Colored Lines 08 by travelling writer, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/3306517836/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3469/3306517836_a7e9f99857.jpg" alt="Caught between Colored Lines 08" width="500" height="334" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Colored lines marked by authorities on the passage walls leading into a house at Bhavaninagar, for acquisition of property for building of Kaderenahalli underpass.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><a title="Caught between Colored Lines 09 by travelling writer, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/3306517898/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3459/3306517898_27ee461e5c.jpg" alt="Caught between Colored Lines 09" width="500" height="334" /></a></div>
<p><span style="font-style: italic;">Paintings of Hindu gods left behind by a business house at Bhavaninagar after the premises vacated in a hurry due to portion of the shop getting acquired by state for building of Kaderenahalli underpass.</span></p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><a title="Caught between Colored Lines 10 by travelling writer, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/3305687393/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3398/3305687393_726bcb6fda.jpg" alt="Caught between Colored Lines 10" width="500" height="334" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Children look inside an empty store at Bhavaninagar that formerly housed a rice trading business. The premises was vacated in a hurry due to portion of the shop getting acquired by the state for building of Kaderenahalli underpass.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><a title="Caught between Colored Lines 11 by travelling writer, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/3305687491/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3619/3305687491_80e213fb2f.jpg" alt="Caught between Colored Lines 11" width="500" height="334" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Colored lines marked by authorities on walls of the houses in a bylane at Bhavaninagar, for acquisition of property for building of Kaderenahalli underpass.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><a title="Caught between Colored Lines 12 by travelling writer, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/3305687587/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3323/3305687587_3a5ac21d42.jpg" alt="Caught between Colored Lines 12" width="500" height="334" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">An old lady stands next to the wall of a Anganwadi &#8211; a government sponsored child care and mother care centre &#8211; at Bhavaninagar, that is dotted with colored lines marked by authorities for acquisition of property for building of Kaderenahalli underpass.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><a title="Caught between Colored Lines 13 by travelling writer, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/3305687687/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3355/3305687687_75e76ffa0f.jpg" alt="Caught between Colored Lines 13" width="500" height="334" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Colored line marked by authorities on the wall of a small store at Bhavaninagar, for acquisition of property for building of Kaderenahalli underpass.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><a title="Caught between Colored Lines 14 by travelling writer, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/3305687789/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3646/3305687789_a36a10709f.jpg" alt="Caught between Colored Lines 14" width="500" height="334" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Colored line marked by authorities over window of a house at Bhavaninagar, for acquisition of property for building of Kaderenahalli underpass.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><a title="Caught between Colored Lines 15 by travelling writer, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/3305687931/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3391/3305687931_67f6e89ab8.jpg" alt="Caught between Colored Lines 15" width="500" height="334" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A modern Skyscraper apartment in distance contrasting with a garbage filled dugup ring road at Bhavaninagar speaks about the state of infrastructural projects in the city and rest of the country. Bad project planning and management is coupled with the clashes between citizens and the state over acquisition of property for public purpose.</span></div>
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		<title>To Amma</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 08:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Taarammaiyya, Thandu ThorammaiyyaDoorada Baanige yerida chandrana,Taarammaiyya, Thandu Thorammaiyya Nine of Amma&#8217;s (my maternal grandmother was fondly called as Amma by everyone who knew her) children and few of her fortunate grandchildren (including me) have spent their cradle years listening to this Kannada lullaby every night before being rocked into a sound sleep. Amma passed away [...]]]></description>
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<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">Taarammaiyya, Thandu Thorammaiyya<br />Doorada Baanige yerida chandrana,<br />Taarammaiyya, Thandu Thorammaiyya</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">Nine of Amma&#8217;s (my maternal grandmother was fondly called as Amma by everyone who knew her) children and few of her fortunate grandchildren (including me) have spent their cradle years listening to this Kannada lullaby every night before being rocked into a sound sleep.</p>
<p>Amma passed away last Sunday morning, after half a decade of battling the problems of aging. Amma was in her early nineties. Over the years, she had lost her memory, vision and strength, and had been confined to her bed and chair till her last day. Though our family has been bereaved of a loved one, it should be noted that Amma&#8217;s sufferings have come to an end. She didn&#8217;t deserve this phase in life where she had lost her independence and right to a life with dignity. My fond recollections of her, dates back to the time when I visited our village every year during the summer holidays. This was the time when there used to be plenty of cattle, hen, dogs and cats in our farm. Images of her walking in the farm with a fistful of grains and calling out to the hens and chickens, &#8220;Baa.. baa..&#8221; , never seem to fade from my memory.</p>
<p>When it comes to Amma and my photography, I think I was quite late in picking up my camera. By the time I began to indulge in photojournalism and documentary photography, Amma had passed her graceful years and had slipped in to a life in oblivion.</p>
<p>Couple of years back I visited Amma and Ajja&#8217;s (grandpa) home with a SLR camera loaded with a black and white film. I was seeing Amma after a longtime and she had shrunk in size by then. With her memory caught in a time warp, she had lost touch with day-to-day happenings. Her eyes were giving away too. She could barely make out who or what was in front of her. Sometimes she used to speak about her father and her childhood home. And she had expressed her desire to meet her father, who was no-more. It was heartbreaking to see her in such a situation. But even in this condition, her motherly instincts were still strong. If she was eating something, say a banana, and if she could make out a figure moving around in the room, she would promptly offer a piece of whatever was on the plate to the person in the room.</p>
<p>Most of the times when left alone, she would get into a cycle of singing prayers. A prayer would be followed by her joining hands and bowing to the almighty. And this cycle would continue until somebody interrupted and diverted her attention. It was during one of those prayer sessions by the window, I stepped into the room with my camera. By then I had clicked portraits off Ajja and others in the house. But seeing Amma in the viewfinder, I somehow couldn&#8217;t shoot her picture. The face of Amma one has in their minds is from her healthier and jovial days. I was stuck in a dilemma. I began to wonder if it would be rude of me to document her in this state. But, I had to have Amma&#8217;s picture in my album. So, in that moment of dilemma I framed a silhouette of what Amma did the most in her later years&#8230;&#8230; pray. A prayer in her own world.</div>
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		<title>When the monks came marching</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2007 19:25:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Forty eight years ago, on the10th of March in the year1959, Tibetans rose up to protest against Chinese occupation of Tibet and to re-assert their demand for complete independence. Millions of Tibetans since then have lost their lives in this struggle, and also thousands of them lose their lives every year as they attempt to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="justify">Forty eight years ago, on the10th of March in the year1959, Tibetans rose up to protest against Chinese occupation of Tibet and to re-assert their demand for complete independence. Millions of Tibetans since then have lost their lives in this struggle, and also thousands of them lose their lives every year as they attempt to cross borders to enter India and Nepal to escape from the Human rights abuses they are being subjected to by the army. Events that unfolded after that 10th of March led to His Holiness Dalai Lama leaving Tibet and coming to India with large number of Tibetan refugees. Since then the Tibetans have found a home in India and other countries. But their quest to return to their homeland and feel safe still remains unfulfilled.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify" align="justify">Every year, 10th of March is observed as the Tibetan National Uprising Day. This year it was the 48th anniversary of this day. In Bangalore, the capital city of Karnataka state in India, mass public demonstrations and rallies were planned on March 9th and 10th to observe this day. The photographs in this story document the events and happenings which occurred during these two days. As a prelude to this, around 150 monks who were mainly from the monasteries of Bylakuppe (located in Karnataka state) staged a week long &#8216;Peace march&#8217; which began on 3rd of March at Mysore and culminated on 9th of March in Bangalore city.</p>
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<h5><span style="font-size: 130%">Day 1: </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 130%">9th march, 2007</span></h5>
<p align="justify">The monks arrived in large numbers to the city. After a brief break, they began a rally from Chicklalbagh to Mahatama Gandhi statue.<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446338464/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/204/446338464_8ea17469ce.jpg" alt="When the monks came marching" width="500" height="338" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">They came from differents parts of India, where they have found a home to stay as long as their struggle lasts.<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446338682/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/200/446338682_8184fb73d1.jpg" alt="Thanking you India." width="338" height="500" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">They marched on telling the people of the city about what they had been doing for a week: <span style="font-style: italic">Walking on searching for peace.</span><br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446346679/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/446346679_741825e318.jpg" alt="And they came marching..." width="500" height="338" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">The principle of &#8216;<span style="font-style: italic">ahimsa</span>&#8216; or Non-violence is the core of their movement. This was evident for a stranger to their struggle, as it could be seen by the posters which depict the two apostles for peace from this sub-continent region.<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446346783/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/225/446346783_40fd04de9c.jpg" alt="The two symbols for peace" width="338" height="500" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">The Tibetan flags were all over the place: <span style="font-style: italic">flying high, on the shoulders, people draped in them</span>.<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446346933/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/250/446346933_4965a2ab46.jpg" alt="The flag shall one day fly high" width="500" height="338" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">All the while they recited &#8216;<span style="font-style: italic">Janchup Semchok</span>&#8216;, a Tibetan prayer for peace where they request the people who have no kindness in their hearts to fill it with kindness and for people who have it, to spread it all over the world.<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446347251/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/215/446347251_4f3ba2a722.jpg" alt="Janchup Semchok - A prayer for peace" width="500" height="338" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">And as they sang, they dreamed of the day they could return to their homeland.<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446339522/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/241/446339522_782e98dd3f.jpg" alt="In the distant horizons I see a free nation" width="500" height="338" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">The women leaders came out and read out the intentions of this march undertaken by these monks, their demands and the sufferings of their countrymen, to the people of Bangalore city<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446347147/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/446347147_b20c427da1.jpg" alt="Reaching out to crowd about their struggle for peace and freedom" width="500" height="338" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">They continued to read repeatedly and tirelessly the message of the monks in English and Kannada languages.<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446347337/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/230/446347337_fe2f798633.jpg" alt="Repeatedly and tirelessly reading out message for the city" width="500" height="338" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">Also, their message to the world was clear. It is high time United Nations intervened seriously to resolve the issue.<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446347073/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/252/446347073_dd995a3e31.jpg" alt="A message to UN which has turned deaf to their cause" width="500" height="338" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">The Tibetan leaders in the city later honored the monks who undertook the week long march, by presenting them white shawls.<br />
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<p align="justify">The Tibetan youth who came to show their support for the monks joined them in their prayer for peace.<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446339742/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/446339742_f5f11a1396.jpg" alt="The youth join the monks in their prayer for peace" width="500" height="338" /></a></p>
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<h5><span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold">Day 2: <span style="font-style: italic">10th March, 2007</span></span></h5>
<p align="justify">They came from all walks of life.<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446344839/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/253/446344839_fa9e07e772.jpg" alt="The uprising day march" width="500" height="338" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">The message was loud and clear as they marched shouting slogans with painted faces,flags and banners<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446337068/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/227/446337068_87dc998050.jpg" alt="Oh brother, lets march on..." width="500" height="333" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">A Passionate Moment. Emotions were running high.<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446337182/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/253/446337182_fda6484c3e.jpg" alt="Rangzen! Rangzen! Passion runs deep" width="500" height="338" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">Even the mothers were out on the streets to remind the world of a fateful day in history.<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446344925/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/229/446344925_11a546c3fd.jpg" alt="Even the mothers came out on the streets" width="338" height="500" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">Everyone had a message to send across&#8230; The young&#8230;.<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446345349/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/171/446345349_e65fc3cf44.jpg" alt="Voice of tomorrow" width="338" height="500" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">&#8230;And the old. Some of then as old as the movement.. and some, even older.<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446346017/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/250/446346017_82c16f585f.jpg" alt="A struggle as old as him" width="338" height="500" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">With blessings of His Holiness behind them, they marched on.<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446345225/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/446345225_914b43b759.jpg" alt="With His Holiness behind me I shall continue the struggle for a free homeland" width="338" height="500" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">Some decided to spread the message through the &#8216;sounds of silence&#8217;&#8230;<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446345085/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/446345085_bb511c2b2f.jpg" alt="Can't be more peaceful." width="500" height="338" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">The youth were kept motivated by their leaders. Some of them relied on words..<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446344973/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/228/446344973_b25f67b412.jpg" alt="Passionate leader" width="338" height="500" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">Some, by just their very presence: <span style="font-style: italic">Lhakpa Tsering La</span>, youth leader who attempted self-immolation in the year 2006 when the Chinese premier visited India.<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446337858/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/208/446337858_c940ad6322.jpg" alt="lhakpa Tsering La- An Inspirational leader" width="338" height="500" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">Even the bruises echoed their message.<br />
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<p align="justify">Moment of silence as a mark of respect for all those who have sacrificed their lives for the movement.<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446338026/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/244/446338026_07ffdc3505.jpg" alt="In the memory of martyrs" width="338" height="500" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">They sang the national anthems of both their mother land and as well of their adopted home,India&#8230;.<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446338122/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/253/446338122_58bfe3764a.jpg" alt="National anthems of Tibet and India" width="500" height="338" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">They listened to what the leaders had to say.<br />
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<p align="justify">With utmost seriousness<br />
<a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/travelling_writer/446346125/"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/446346125_d95302f09a.jpg" alt="Painted but true" width="338" height="500" /></a></p>
<p align="justify">Once again, another March 10th passed by. Another walk, Another petition, Another protest, another year&#8230;. When will the issue be resolved?</p>
<p align="justify"><span style="font-style: italic">&#8216;Rangzen&#8217; (</span>independence<span style="font-style: italic">)</span> is what he wants. But the &#8216;holiness&#8217; asks for true autonomy. But, will he get any of those?<br />
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