notes from an occupied land…
by a lost, diaspora Tamil or a gypsy wanna-be…. this is ma journey from a land called S Lanka to occupiied land called kænədəArchive for Photography-speaks
Robert Doisneau’s kiss
came across Robert today, within a mainstream (reading) distraction. remember a love poem abt ‘paris in night’ – cudn’t locate. war is taking lives. and love too, costly for the least fortunate. workers all alone. outcasts all alone. misfits all alone. a gentle touch is not even present in their withdrawn life.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Doisneau
http://www.robertdoisneau.com/
Death of a boy
[ N------, august 1993 - feb 2009 ]
a kid we hve known passed away. another ‘emathu por piriyaththin vilai’ [yet another, price for our love for 'war/violence']. passed away on 28th of february midnite somewhre. in feb, coincidentally, n the same date, 2 years ago another one closest our minds – a childhood hero of post 1980s Movement ERA S Lanka- S anna passed away in a car accident, in london. deaths are greatest fears for us, us who had been escaped the war to escape the violence/war and its inevitable traumas. for me, evry first time i leave my brothers to a newer place (for me at least), i am pressed with the same fear. i pray the gods i don’t believe in -other times – to safeguard my children, let them get back home alive, as a mother in a war zone.
and if u are not that kid, who grown up with such fear, u will celebrate violence, glorify it, even romanticize death. i am not you who are blessed without bloody war, and so i don’t glorify violence in any forms.
it may sound clichetic, oh yeah! but most beautiful thing under the sky is being alive and living each tiiiiny bit of that experience fully. and that’s y i want and under my ability speak for everyone to have it, the right to live.
this kid who died, killed by running over by a car puposefully, and the kid who committedthis killing also, i swear must be around the same age or few yrs older than the one who died. in other words, who ever killed him also, somebody’s brother, son, and freind of somebody, and a kid himself as well.
taking the body from living is unforgivable. yet, in sociological view point, we are all responsible/account for such crimes, by creating this socio environment.
perhaps i cud say this easily. and i can mourn the death of a child and pass on with ma life. coz, after all, in reality, the one who is gone forever, not just a little boy or brother or boy friend to somebody, rather a son for his parents forever. they say parents never overcome young death of their child. they are the ones who are cursed with his loss, forever. and if u don’t know the pain of losing a child u wud talk of all the talks. from humanitarian perspective to all the justice talk. in a foreign field, escaping the war, saving their children from all the Monsters, at last losing it for the same feared violence – my goodness! few years ago, the killing of a Brazilian Immigrant by London police [Jean Charles de Menezes, his name] echoed all the stories shut with him, and opened by his father’s teary face. i cant bear to see uncle’s face nor can i exchange aunty’s burden. it’s indeed a curse for parents.
from war zones in Sri Lanka the parents who cursed with their young children’s deaths, are cursed from living. u see, it is a silent death.
.. will continue later on.
