When I was small, I went to a school where our uniform was checked vigorously. It happens to be one of the oldest vernacular language schools in sub continent. My father rode on his British made bicycle for my admission interview in the first grade. Although, the forceful headmaster Mr G.N. Butt already knew my father.
Honestly, I still do not know my admission was on merit or it was due to acquaintances with my father.
Roughly, I daily travel about 10 miles both ways back to home. Those clear days were refined years where fathers’ positions and status was irrelevant for teachers.
Accepting beating, or call it punishment, that was a matter of virtue training we faced when late in the morning or when improperly dressed. Punishment was in the form and shape of getting slashes of fat bamboo stick on our palms. This ‘Weapon’ was kept oiled neatly above a large cupboard placed in one corner of headmaster’s office.
Not me, many of my school mates virtually peed in the pants. As a matter of confession, my rate of facing this traditional ordeal was about 7 % in a year. By gauging the travel distance of my home to school, perhaps, this track record is bearable.
My vintage camera print film manual photography, without filter, flash and tripod. Common man cuisine captured in bulk display in Faisalabad, Pakistan.
0.5$ for lunch, Anyone?
Camera: ASAHI PENTAX
Aperture: f 4
Without, tripod, filter and flash.
ISO: 100 (film)
Price: USD 100 non negotiable All rights reserved, my sole ownership.
One casualty in developed countries brings tremor. Sadly, civilizations have seen injustice, disharmony and unfair non-existing governance in land and outside… WMD vs Saddam… Anthrax attacks and so on. Where do I go? Where we go? And for What?…
Presently, I could only find following one model case. Is it all fair in Love and War?
Obama shocked on Americans killed in Malaysian plane crash, look who’s talking, 3 July 1988 USS Vincennes shot Iranian airbus killing 274.
Somebody, somewhere, almost compared himself with Nelson Mandela. The irony was the person almost was becoming one in his attire. This can only happen in Pakistan. Allow me to say his son’s name has already been attached with a lofty gentleman who was hanged.
They do comparison with Nelson Mandela… heard the little bird… say so.. All that chatterbox… Self praise.. and end in fall from grace.
My vintage camera film photography, without filter, tripod and flash.
Camera: Asahi Pentax (Spotmatic)
Lense: 35 mm, ISO 100
Priced: $100 US each exposure, all rights reserved, with sole ownership rights to me.
Price is non-negotiable.