This is Biju Mathew's friend. He is not well and asked me to post this note on his behalf. He conveyed that he would not be able to read and comment on everyone's post for a few more days. He is sorry about it.
A free bird. Demented. These are just my ramblings and some my dreams. I work for a US based IT company in the Human Resources (HR) arena which trusts my gift of the gab in retaining the workforce and project staffing. You can reach me on email@example.com
I was drawn out of my shell, forced into the light of company and conversation, by the winsome wiles of my multitude of girlfriends! It made for a most excellent evening of friends and laughter, cheer and seduction. Time well spent among people that I like, people that I love, and people that I'm liking to love. All in all, a wonderful time. I wish I had longer.
I know they watch me standing in the corner, so quiet, smiling or joking, but reserved in many ways. Some of that is for her. Her friends, becoming mine, but hers - I don't want to be too... *shrugs* too much of what I can thoughtlessly be at times. Don't want to do things that will make them desire less her company. So I stand back and test the waters, seeing what brands of my own humor, my own style are compatible. I slowly come out more and more, emerging as if from a chrysalis. Soon I shall break free and be far more open. In time, with exposure! But I must be conservative now. I must restrain impulses. I must remember that my actions don't hurt me, they hurt another.
Now I know there are many out there who would say "Nonsense Biju, we know ya, we love ya". Swell. I'm not worried about accidentally groping the wrong person, or saying something off color. I'm worried about my nerdiness, my astrology and my occult thoughts. I'm worried about insulting. I'm worried about my being me. Now understand. I'm not in anyway shape or a prude. I am a bit of an exhibitionist. Normally no big deal. But not everyone is comfortable with that. If it chances to hurt friendships, it's a chance I'm not willing to take. I tell my friends to go out with their friends, even if I am not up to going. I want them to have their friends, their life, their love. I don’t want them to be chained to my hermitage.
How can I ask them to trust me, to bend to my will and desire, to obey my rules and guidance, if I cannot - at the very least - maintain control of myself?
They will fight you, wait for your signals of strength, and then happily surrender to it.
Many times the things that are asked or demanded will drive them crazy because they think that I'm a loon. But if you stand strong behind your decisions and demands, the emotional warm happy feelings that they gain from the experience are often times quite contrary to their stated feelings about it. Feelings that are far more often products of the mind not the heart.
Who Am I?
“Who am I?”, “What defines the ‘I’?”, and “What am I exactly doing in this world?”, “What is that we actually call life?”, “What gives the meaning to my very existence?”…… More than once distracting me whenever I'm depressed, it coerced me to question myself again with that same set of questions most of us are afraid of facing. These questions are an obvious cliche. They’re simply boring for the common man who has no time. It’s depressing. And the excuses I've are many!! And then I agenized that I'm forgetting a point of view – that we are always changing and evolving. At every point of our lives, our environment & experiences is always making us think and live otherwise and differently. Perhaps these are questions that we have to answer every other day. Maybe it’s just about bosoming change graciously and going along with the flow in ease. The, "I" needs constant redefinition, in regard to “You”, to “We”, to “Community”, to “Society”. That’s why self discovery is always in the form of a journey, never ending. It is an ongoing appendage to yesterday!!
A poignant portrayal of a single mother and her young son as he loses his battle with cancer.
Brutal regime of the South African aparthied
At least they spared the children
A group of children in Vietnam fleeing a bombing attack. And in the middle of the road, with open arms, is a small nine-year-old girl, completely nude, with an expression of shock and horror.
This photograph, distributed by the UPI agency in 1980 was awarded the Pulitzer prize without the identity of his author being known. Shot on August 27th, 1979, it captures the shooting of Kurdish men by soldiers of the Iranian theocratic regime led by Ayatollah Khomeini, at the beginning of the Iranian Revolution that overthrew Shah Mohammad Reza Pahlavi.
Columbia University announced April 4, 2005 that San Francisco Chronicle photographer Deanne Fitzmaurice won the 2005 Pulitzer Prize for Feature Photography with his work showing an Iraqi war victim drawing with a pencil fixed on his broken arm.
Inhlazane, Soweto, 15th September, 1990. An ANC supporter hacks at a burning Lindsaye Tshabalala as a young boy flees. This was one of a series of photographs that won the Pulitzer Prize for Spot News in 1990. Photo by Greg Marinovich.
Caught between crossfires
9-year-old Iraqi boy severely maimed in an explosion. Saleh lost an eye, his right hand, and most of the fingers on his left hand. His intestines were blown out; in the first weeks after the accident, his abdomen was held together by a surgical dressing. It recieved the Pulitzer prize in 2005 feature photography
The looking away
Saleh had forgotten his sunglasses and grows upset over the stares of strangers as he and his father buy groceries at the Albertson's store near their home. Chronicle photo by Deanne Fitzmaurice
The last jew in Vinnitsa
Picture from an Einsatzgruppen soldier’s personal album, labelled on the back as “Last Jew of Vinnitsa, it shows a member of Einsatzgruppe D is just about to shoot a Jewish man kneeling before a filled mass grave in Vinnitsa, Ukraine, in 1941. All 28,000 Jews from Vinnitsa and its surrounding areas were massacred at the time.
Atrocities of pride
Picture of senator Alben W. Barkley of Kentucky, a member of a congressional committee investigating Nazi atrocities, views the evidence at first hand at Buchenwald concentration camp. Weimar, Germany. Americans even marched german civilians through the camp so they could see with their own eyes what their nation had wrought.
The power of one
This picture won the Pulitzer Breaking News Photography 2007 award. Photo’s citation reads, “Awarded to Oded Balilty of The Associated Press for his powerful photograph of a lone Jewish woman defying Israeli security forces as they remove illegal settlers in the West Bank
Survival of the fittest
The photo is the “Pulitzer Prize” winning photo taken in 1994 during the Sudan Famine. The picture depicts stricken child crawling towards an United Nations food camp, located a kilometer away. The vulture is waiting for the child to die so that it can eat him. This picture shocked the whole world. No one knows what happened to the child, including the photographer Kevin Carter who left the place as soon as the photograph was taken. Three months later he committed suicide due to depression.
On July 22, 1975, photograph Stanley J. Forman working for the Boston Herald American newspaper when a police scanner picked up an emergency: “Fire on Marlborough Street!” Climbed on a the fire truck, Forman shot the picture of a young woman, Diana Bryant, and a very young girl, Tiare Jones when they fell helplessly. Diana Bryant was pronounced dead at the scene. The young girl lived.
Everything lost with time
The Rwandan Genocide was the 1994 mass killing of hundreds of thousands of Rwanda's Tutsis by Hutu militia. Over the course of approximately 100 days, from the assassination of Juvénal Habyarimana on April 6th through to mid July, at least 500,000 people were killed. Most estimates indicate a death toll between 800,000 and 1,000,000.
Picture of bullet casings carpet a street in Monrovia (the capital of Liberia), at the heart of the battlefield between government and rebel soldiers. Businesses closed for weeks as the battle raged. Carolyn won pulitzer prize in 2004 with the set of pictures containing this one.
Mama I'm home
The photo is part of The Washington Post’s Pulitzer Prize-winning entry (2000) showing how a Kosovar refugee Agim Shala, 2, is passed through a barbed wire fence into the hands of grandparents at a camp run by United Arab Emirates in Kukes, Albania. The members of the Shala family were reunited here after fleeing the conflict in Kosovo.
The image of firefighter Chris Fields holding the dying infant Baylee Almon won the Pulitzer Prize
Rowanda: The grim truth in violence & poverty and its sunken reality
Holding on to love
Rwanda: A nation of shattered souls post genocide, hope remains in the form of new life.