Raghu Rai, amongst the very best in photo-journalism, passed away a few days ago at the age of 83. If you don’t know who he is is or what he is famous for, do yourself a favor and check out his archives. Especially, see his portrayal of Kolkata, his black and white work, and also his haunting, heart-wrenching, and yet, completely matter-of-fact capture of Bhopal and its victims in the aftermath of the gas tragedy.

My first exposure to his work was during my time at Jadavpur University Photographic Club (JUPC) during my undergrad days, when as a budding photographer I went to a couple of his exhibitions in Kolkata. One was his follow-up coverage to see, and show, the Bhopal victims after a couple of decades. I had seen nothing like it, and it left a deep impression on me. He was capturing tragedy and horror, he was telling peoples’ stories; there was something serene and poignant in his imagery, and yet something captivatingly prosaic. I felt like I was there.

Photo-journalism is inherently opinionated, and always wants to do two things— tell a story, and capture realism. Any event can be captured in photos from multiple perspectives, and every photographer has to choose one perspective over another. The good photo-journalist knows how to capture and portray the core truth (in their opinion) of the event in their lens, while telling a story, and capturing impactful photographs. There was no one better at it than Raghu Rai. Every story that he has covered, you will find his opinion, his perspectives, and feel the story in your mind’s eye and your heart’s strings.

Alas, I never had the fortune to meet him in person during my JUPC days, but as I said above, his photography had an outsize impact in how I thought about my own photography.

Rest in peace, sir.

The Indian Express reports:

If one gets down at Netaji Bhavan metro station and walks towards Rammohan Dutta road straight to Northern park one would stumble upon a rather curious sight. College-goers can be seen crowding the area and a familiar smell of books envelops it. Several books are exhibited in bookshelves on the footpath and it almost seems like a bookstore at first glance. This, however, is no bookstore, instead, it is an expansive library that houses books by authors ranging from popular Bengali comic books to Sidney Sheldon. The name of the place is Street Library.

This is such a lovely concept. Anyone who wants to read can pick up a book and return it once they are finished. People who have books that they don’t plan on keeping can donate and improve the collection. People with organization skills and some spare time can chip in and organize the collection every once in a while.

This is an excellent program that encourages reading, sharing and selflessness. It also depends on a community working together to keep a good thing going. I wish this all the best, and really hope that there is enough community interest and investment to overcome the occasional miscreant. Although Kolkata is home to the National Library of India, and hosts several other libraries, they are either not free or not easily accessible for many people. Street libraries are an excellent idea for people short on time and energy but an interest to read.

If you’re in Kolkata and have some books to spare, perhaps you can consider donating to this? Or better yet, perhaps you can see if something similar can be organized in your part of the city?

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