Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Puppy Love

Momma said that we are gonna get pictures before our little brother left. We were very excited. Aunty and lil miss got ready. They got dressed, tidied their fur and painted their faces. Momma was sniffing about and telling us that this was our big day.

 "But momma, I think lil miss will get her picture taken because she made herself so pretty"

 "No child.... see, they are getting you a nice green bow, don't run away now, it will make you look all nice and proper"

 "Oh no ...will I have to wear this all day...? Aunty, you will take it off, wont you?"


"Ohh... noooo"

There she is...with a big black box that makes funny noices. She make us sit on the big white bench. The sneaky cat snigger at us from underneath the bench. Lady with the box wont let us get off the bench. It is not nice to laugh at others, momma had told us....she is a bad cat, isn't she?


"She's making fun of us.."


This bow is itchy and I'm hungry...I run to lil miss. She picks me up and loosens the bow. Ohh...that is much better...


Tired

Sunday, February 17, 2013

A Mother's Pride


She did not have a watch. She knew it was still seven o'clock in the morning, by the lazy pink sky. Her son was leaning on her shoulder, sleepy and tired with the five hour journey they traveled in the bus. Feeling sorry for him, she stroked his hair.

'Must be hungry' she thought, but she didn't know where to buy a piece of bread and some tea for him to have. She hardly knew where she was, let alone finding something to eat. Asking her way from kind strangers she met on the way, somehow she ended up on the hospital bench. The corridor started getting busy gradually. The uniformed staff scurrying past her did not know, that she was here from Rikillagaskada with her six year old son who could not understand what was being taught in the village school. They did not know, that she was widowed five years back or that she struggled each day to find a morsel to eat for her sons. Neither did they understand the pain in her weak heart which made her stop work which earned her a couple of hundred rupees a day. She would rest for a few minutes and get back to work knowing that she  was the only one who is there to provide for her children. 

She did not complain though, she somehow got her son to the best place that he can get help. She felt proud of herself, because many women in her village would not have attempted coming to the big vast city of Colombo by themselves for the first time. The doctor who visited the school has seen her two sons and asked both of them to be taken to the big hospital in Colombo, to see why they did not know how to read or write. Neither could she, but nobody bothered about it then, maybe because she never went to school. She didn’t want the same fate for her sons.

Since then she has been collecting money to earn the bus fair to Colombo and back and enough to cover for the expenses for the days she will be out of work.

Money would not find its way on its own, but hunger did....always.

She was dragged back to reality by the hurried voice calling her son's name. She had to tell that her elder son was sick because she did not want to explain that she didn’t have enough money to bring both of them right now. she was shown a room where her son was seen by a doctor who after many questions, half of which she barely understood claimed that he had "nutritional deficiencies" which happened to be due to lack of good things to eat. Apparently it has got something to do with the fact that he was bad with books.

She knew she did her best to feed her sons, in every way she can. She had been working in the field each day, despite her ailing heart  to keep her family from starvation. Tears rolled down washing the pride she felt earlier in the morning...

P.s - This happens to be just one of the many sad stories that unfold daily in front of people working in healthcare in Sri Lanka. I was going through my pictures today and this particular picture brought back the memories of the sad face of the child in this story. I have shared this picture once in my blog in colour. I thought this story relates more to a picture of monochrome. So, please bear with me about the reproduction of the picture.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Palm reader

The Common Palmfly (Elymnias hypermnestra

If you have the slightest interest in butterflies, the Common Palmfly is someone you definitely have noticed in a home garden, especially if it has palm trees.

This particular specimen was captured around 6.30 in the morning in a rather gloomy morning, reflecting on a leaf of a sealing wax (an ornamental palm) tree right next to the front door. It didn’t appear bothered about being inspected at close quarters. Later in the day when the Sun made an appearance, it was noted to fly in the palm fronds chasing around another butterfly of a different species.

I wonder if this one has territorial instincts…?

I found a nice account of it's life cycle in butterflycircle.blogspot.com

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Thoughtful

This little friend posed for my camera at a boat house by a river. The boat house was closed for the weekend and people have left for their homes. The canine guard was faithfully on duty, without any fuss about overtime pay, salary hikes or vacation leave.

She would have asked the master to stay back with her, only if she could voice her thoughts.

We kept our distance from the boat house, as we walked on the riverbank. Although she tried to appear uninterested, the shiny black eyes gave it away as they closely followed our movements.

Nevertheless her eyes looked unhappy.... Wonder if she was feeling lonely...


Dogs always fascinate me. They bring a smile whatever the mood I am in. Therefore, the roads of Sri Lanka are full of smiles for me (except for the occasions where 'smiles' appear on the middle of the road and try to get run over).

The wonderful thing about these creatures are the complexity of emotions they express, and the happy-go-lucky attitude which is pleasingly contagious. Amongst all breeds of dogs, I personally feel that the strays have the most interesting outlook of life !

This happens to be a project I wanted to start since long back (as suggested by a friend who shared the same fascination), to capture the spectrum emotions in dogs. Hope I will be able to conclude the project in one piece.... : )

P.s - Sorry about the long break, I hope things will go smooth from this point on