Chobi Mela VIII

Chobi Mela, the first festival of photography in Asia, is one of the most exciting ventures that Drik has initiated. The first Chobi Mela – International Festival of Photography was held Dec.1999-January 2000. It is the most demographically inclusive photo festival in the world and is held every two years in Dhaka.

Chobi Mela, the international festival of photography since its inception in 2000 has been the single biggest photography event in Asia and the first of a regular biannual, one that has become one of the highlights of the Asian calendar. It is organized by Drik Picture Library Ltd. and Pathshala South Asian Media Institute. The Eighth edition of Chobi Mela will be held from January 23rd to February 5th, 2015.

For us the student’s from Pathshala or people who are working here both at Drik and Pathshala, has a significant emotional attachment to it. All these years it has brought photographers, students, people close to each other. Gave us tremendous joy, happiness and memories of learning, seeing and knowing.

The Theme:

The theme of Chobi Mela this time is INTIMACY.

Quiet moments, tender thoughts, wistful emptiness make up our love songs. Raindrops on misty windowpanes, the cool breeze of dusk, dry leaves, fill our odes to belonging. We pine. Almost inaudibly we whisper, I miss you. Intimacy is most intensely felt through absence. The warmth of togetherness, shared secrets, discovered moments remind us of how it had been. I miss you, we whisper again. Intimacy is personal. Bitter sweet. Painful. Exuberant. Wondrous.

Exhibitions:

Congratulations to the chosen 30 photographers for Chobi Mela. They are:

Abdolla Heidari – Iran

Alexandra Serrano – France

Andrea Diefenbach – Germany

Antoine Bruy – France

Anwar Hossain – Bangladesh

Arthur Bondar – Ukraine

Cristina Nuñez – Spain

Denis Dailleux – France/Egypt

Dinesh Abiram – India

Hadi Uddin – Bangladesh

Jana Romanova – Russia

Jannatul Mawa – Bangladesh

Kevin Bubriski – USA

Larry Towell – Canada

Laura El- Tantawy – Egypt

Luis Gonjales Palma – Guatemala

Mahesh Santaram – India

Malcolm Hutcheson – United Kingdom/ Pakistan

Maria Kapajeva – Estonia/ United Kingdom

Max Pinckers – Belgium

Michel Le Belhomme – France

Nepal Picture Library – Nepal

Paolo Patrizi – Italy

Phillip Belkinsop – United Kingdom

Rotimi Fani-Kayode – Nigeria

Sean Lee – Singapore

Simon Norfolk – Nigeria

Taposh Paul – Bangladesh

Tushikur Rahman – Bangladesh

Yusuf Sevincli – Turkey

 

Very much looking forward to see this exhibition Happening. Keep an eye on the blog for pre and post Festival and more news regarding this. I hope you will enjoy the amazing work of these photographers.

 

 

 

 

 

Sunshine – That Gives Me Hope And Enlightens My Soul

Like the morning ray of light,

When the Sun starts to rise

And brightens the sky,

Taking away the darkness of the night.

I’ve some special people like that in my life,

That always gives the brightest ray to my sight,

Showering me with the ray of hope, and love,

Gives me the strength Never to give up.

The blue sparking light of spirit

Burns through my soul,

When it seems impossible to breathe.

Just because You People are there,

To take me to the light

To stand up and fight,

Never giving up again that light,

That shines so bright in my world full of surprise.

I’m grateful to have you in my life,

Without you I’d be an armour

Without the knight.

 

Unconditional Affection – Love Perhaps.

There are words that we often speak off. Love – Loving, Care – Caring, Affection, Feel – Feelings, Understand – Understanding, Unconditional, Want – Wanting, Miss – Missing.

I’ve been in and out of love in my life. But there is one kind of love that I fell in or in, is one the most precious, unconditional adorable love that i encounter in my Life.

This Love I’m talking about some of you has felt this too. Deeply. 🙂

Since I was a child I grew up with dogs all my life. So far I had 9 amazing adorable dogs. But well, circumstances were there to lose them all. Finally 3 years back (or more) I was lucky to adopt a beautiful kitten. My 1st cat ever. It was one of the precious adorable gift that I got from a good friend. A beautiful female kitten. I named her Yuki. The name comes from Japanese word Yuki means snow. Well my cat is nothing like a snowy white. But it has this amazing beautiful colour and eyes that makes her precious as she is.

Yes you got it right. It’s about my little tigress. It’s a story about my beloved cat Yuki, me and the relationship that we share. She is a very unique cat. She understands me, my voice, and the love I have for her. I never thought love can be so unconditional. She taught me it doesn’t only belongs to only human but in between animals too. One language that every living creature on earth understands.

So here we are. I’m introducing you with my little tigress and her brothers. The life of Yuki.

 

Yuki.
© Photograph by Plabon. All rights reserved.

Her Little Paws.
© Photograph by Nafeesa Binte Aziz. All rights reserved.

Early in the Morning, Sun shines upon me.
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When I Look at Mommy.
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Mysterious Morning Rays.
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Like my mom, I like the Sun.
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Listening and thinking. Then planing.
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Watching over mommy while she is working in the morning.
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Guarding Mommy while she is working.
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Haaaa!! Listening what Mommy is saying.
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I love to snuggle with mommy and hold her hands.
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Never let you go.
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Me and my Brother Pup Brownie. Sleeping. I love my Brother.
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Happy together 🙂 with my Brother.
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Wearing a flower like my mommy.
© Photograph by Nafeesa Binte Aziz. All rights reserved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Memoir

I just can’t believe

That your thought came to my mind,

And a drop just fell out of my eye,

Taking me back to the memory lane,

When we were lovers and friends,

Never thought at that time,

It was our last time,

If I knew then,

I would have loved you,

Hugged you, Cuddled with you,

Kissed, More than that.

I remember every second we spent together,

Laughter, lovers,

Two separate world come together.

Your embrace, your touch, your kiss, your smile,

That still gives me shiver.

Memoir – A token of Love,

Never to Forget

Never to Love.

Talk

Hope a day will come,

When finally i will forget us,

As you never Loved me or cared you said,

Remember the feelings,

The touch and that look in your eyes you gave,

Was never a lie to me

Not now, nor then.

Hope a day will come,

When you will return,

With a smile on your face,

Saying we were young and insane,

That day perhaps it will be too late,

But know thy i was always by your side,

Always, even now, even when I’m rotting

Inside my grave.

Obsession, Emotion, Accusition.

We don’t speak,

We don’t talk,

But wanted to remind you that,

I haven’t forgotten.

Obsession you said

That i have for you,

If the other name of love or loving someone is called an obsession,

Then I do agree with your accusation.

I have a feeling for you, True.

It’s the same feeling i got the 1st day I met you.

Comfortable, cozy, fragile,

Trust able and true,

Mysterious, happy, honest and rude.

I hope you still play the piano

When your soul get cramps from pain,

You create something insane too sooth the heart,

Which is a piece of art.

If you think in these months

 I forgot everything,

You are wrong.

Cause all the small little things,

You did for me,

When you were there for me,

Was always precious to me.

This is not an obsession my dear,

It’s that feeling, the care,

Which has no name, but fear.

I’ll not bear it any longer

As for now I’m no longer here.

I don’t belong there.

Hope one day

I’ll meet you somewhere,

Finally i will say my words

Those which never reached your ears.

Hope one day you will understand

And if i wronged you here,

You forgive me or not

It’s up to you dear.

Girl

Once upon a time a girl was born in a small port city, called Chittagong, which is in the south of Bangladesh. She was born tiny and premature. When she was born, a light bestowed upon her and blessed her with all the serenity of beauty, knowledge, love, affection, hope, strength, family and care. She grew up to be a wonderful soul. Filled with high spirit, love and kindness. But unfortunately the world that she grew up, isn’t the world from a fairy tale. It is the world where kindness, love and care has no meaning. If you show emotions then humans get you for granted. They toss you and hurts you. Pushes you until you are at the edge. 

But as she was blessed, she over came all the hurdles in life. Her strongest strengths are Knowledge to share , Love to give, Eyes to see, Voice to speak, Help people and Nature.  Be the kind towards them, Honesty to feed the soul and Gratitude to remind herself that she is a human.

When she was a little girl, Her parents indulgent her with the colors and books. Encouraged her to read and write. They educated her mentally to be a person, so that one day she can do the same to the next generation.

Now the time has passed and she grew old, started telling all the stories she stored. 

She started blogging so that people knows, there is nothing better in this world being crazy, kind and fool. She will write about the journey that she has been through. about her traveling, meeting people, her influences in life and inspiration, about the places she was blessed to go. About her dreams and hopes. She wants to encourage people and tell them stories, show the beauty of this world, life, living and mysteries.

People love to read and she loves to write, hoping on day people will love and talk about it day and night 😉 . Hope one day she will be able to change a bit of the human world and find people who have a similar mind. Fill the world with honesty, love and kindness, When she wont be here anymore in this world, people will say I knew a girl who was crazy, fool and the strongest.

So stay with me and be a part of this journey, come to know of a land that is full of mysteries. 

Who I Am?

© Photograph by Nafeesa Binte Aziz. All rights reserved.

Well.

I’m a Human. A Person. A Woman. 

A Spirit, A Fragrance,

A Light that shines bright.

A creator, A Lover,

A Fool, 

with a dark side of the Moon.

A Philosopher, A Thinker,

A Story Teller 

And a secret Keeper.

A Child, An Adult, 

A Lonely person,

Lives with her Cat.

A Dreamer, A visualizer,

A Peace Keeper,

With the faults of the Stars.

I’m Kind and Polite,

But you don’t take that for Granted.

A soul that Loves to Rome.

Have a crazy Mind,

That always sings and rhyme,

An Unpredictable person to Predict,

As long as you love, smile and sweet.

A person who tasted the bitter-sweet sides of Life,

A person who still sees beauties, kindness, love  and hope

with the brightness of her eyes.

This is Me,

This is who I’m.

Another extra-ordinary Person,

Full of Love, Forgiveness and Passion. 

A girl who fall, cries and get upset,

A girl who rub the tears, smile

And stand back on the feet again.

Hope Of A Lost World

Hope a day will come,

When finally I will forget us,

As you never Loved me or cared you said,

Remember the feelings,

The touch and that look in your eyes you gave,

Was never a lie to me not now, nor then.

Hope a day will come,

When you will return,

With a smile on your face,

Saying we were young and insane,

That day perhaps it will be too late,

But know thy I was always by your side,

Always, even now, even when I’m rotting inside my grave.

Thank You

Thank you for existing.

Thank you for being you.

Thank you for having your smile.

Thank you for having the laugh that you do.

Thank you for laughing at the things you do.

Thank you for not laughing at the things you think were too stupid.

 Thank you for having a point of view and a strong sense of self.

Thank you for wearing that black tee the day we met.

Thank you for having your standards.

Thank you for getting pissed off when something matters.

Thank you for showing your appreciation when you saw the beauty.

Thanks to the power who made you and let me meet you.

Thank You for finding me that night and helped me to get to know you, understand you.

Even it was short, but it was our time.

Thank you for sharing your life, time, secrets with me.

Thank you for the time when I felt you belonged to me and I to you.

Thank You for the seeds of the hopes and dreams you showed me when I was lost without a hue.

Thank You for kissing me so passionately that I still miss you.

Thank you for taking care of me.

Thank you for liking me.

Thank you for all that intense sex we had.

Thank you for holding me.

Thank you for hugging and cuddling with me.

Thank you for teasing me.

Thank you for scolding me and time to time getting mad at me.

Thank you for staying awake those long nights with me.

Thank you for all those talks and msg’s you always sent me.

Thank you for taking your time to know me.

Thank you for all the memories you have given me.

Thank you for giving me the chance, to drive  the scooter for the 1st time,

my 1st time trying scuba diving,

1st time kayaking,

making out at the beach when the moon light shined.

eating the mussels and clams and morning glory together.

Thank you for being my partner for that short travel to islands.

Thank you for all the happiness you shared with me.

Thank you that you wanted to make babies with me and we did that.

Thank you to have an intense effect on me.

Thank you for being crazy about me.

Thank you for being emotionally connected with me.

Thank you for giving me the realization that every dream doesn’t come true.

Thank you for opening my eyes that I can be loved and loves comes its own way and leaves too.

Thank you for coming to my life as a blessings.

Thank you for everything.

 

Never Wanted

I never wanted to say 

I used to know you,

I always wanted to say 

I know you.

Now that we became two

Strangers again, 

Drifted apart from the heaven,

We once were.

We now know each other,

but by names,

Don’t know if we will ever see us again,

In this world, in this reign.