There is a Holy Trinity that exists in the world of men and women. This goes by the three ‘P’s.
· The Prostitute
· The Politician
· The Priest
They all play a significant role in our lives. Ever since I was a young chap, I was told that prostitution is the second oldest profession in the world. Since those early, impressionable years, I often wondered what the oldest and third oldest professions are.
Many religions have a trinity — the Christians and Hindus each claim one. So, I figured, why not the actual world?
Most of us are generally oblivious of the world around us. And, I think that this is especially true today, when you see most people walking around with their noses buried into their phones. We are inundated with so many messages that we react instantaneously, without pausing to think. In fact, I would even say that we are all a multitude of subjects in a global Pavlovian world.
“Man is a machine, everything with him happens: he cannot stop the flow of his thoughts, he cannot control his imagination, his emotions, his attention. He lives in a subjective world of…
In my country - India - we were down to 10,000 cases a day. This is exactly one month ago. Since then, the cases have been rising. We had 103,000 new cases yesterday. We all have to learn to live with it. When I read Daniel Defoe's book, I realise we are in better shape in terms of conveniences. Also, most people in India are poor, and about 80million people have been pushed into poverty last year. Their living conditions are horrible.
I don't like Covid-19, but I do not crib because I realise that I am a bit more fortunate than many others
Our great leader. We bow to him and pray to him. He is the best leader we can hope for, because we love him, and have faith in him.
Why do we have faith in him, you ask? How dare you ask such questions? You are scum. Vermin. You are a traitor to the cause. Beware.
He has avenged the insults of the past and resurrected us. We have pride in ourselves, our faith, our Nation. Yes, we burn down the homes and lives of the infidels. We did this, and have become strong. Now….. Finally….. …
Look at those sniveling little fools, snot running down their noses. I stand here, and look at servility just oozing from their pores.
Servile little bastards. They live, and exist, to serve me. Yes: ME. I am the Lord and Master f all I survey. I rule the nation, and soon enough, will rule the world.
Yes, I come from a humble background, like many of them. Unlike these little pieces of shit, I have risen, and will keep rising.
Ha! If I can do it anyone can. If you believe that, you are as dumb as I know you…
The Covid-19 Pandemic has affected us in several ways. For one, we are all in it together — if you exclude China from the equation. If my knowledge is correct, this is the first truly global pandemic since the Spanish Flu of 1918–20. One century ago. We were all in something together one hundred years ago. It’s been a long time since we all shared something.
We have three balconies. Four, if you include the small kitchen balcony.I have not yet fallen in love with the balcony that is outside my bedroom. It’s a great place to read. That’s for sure, but the vibe has not yet entered my system. I am sure that once I start to use it, I will grow to love it. Sometimes, you have to use a place to allow its spirit to enter you.
My daughter’s balcony gets the morning sun, but it’s a rare day that she gets to greet the dawn. I did not know of the existence…
I remember reading Alex Hailey’s book, “Roots” many years ago. I have, however, quite forgotten the substance of the book. It’s one I read many years ago. It struck a chord with many people.
Fans of “The Big Bang Theory” may recollect that the character Sheldon Cooper gave a copy of the book to the lady in the HR Department. For some reason I don’t understand, it offended her. Perhaps I should buy the book and read it again to, hopefully, understand why.
My home town is Delhi. That’s how I think of Delhi. It may seem odd, but I…
I have two other publications on “medium.Com”. I call one “My Camera & My Chai”, and the other is “Tales from The Green Spider”. I will probably delete them from this site and concentrate on this one.
The reason I intend to delete them is that I could not find a voice for either. I will move all my photography writing to my photography website, which you can find at https://www.crookedimagez.com. I will adopt a somewhat conversational tone of voice on this site.
I started my photographic life on the street. That was many years ago. During my past days, I used to revel in shooting poor people on the road. I always felt that this made me a more authentic photographer.
My hair has grayed since then, and I have seen too much suffering on the streets. I have seen an eight or nine-year-old girl — a pretty girl — with her left eye gouged out. I could see right through to her skull. I have seen men, with hands and feet chopped off, wheeled onto the streets to beg.