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Akash
The soul of Bangladesh

Fed up with abusive husbands and corrupt officials, India’s poorest women are banding together, taking up arms, and fighting back. Even more shocking than the pink saris they wear: Their quest for justice is actually working. In one of the most backward regions of India, the badlands of Central India, village women dressed in pink saris are getting together to fight corruption and injustice and to raise their voices against the system.” Pink Gang" fights for the rights of women and other marginalized people in rural India. Banda, India. © 2009 GMB Akash

Children at a brick factory in Fatullah. For each thousand bricks they carry, they earn the equivalent of 0.9 USD. 17.5 percent of all children aged between 5-15 are engaged in economic activities. The average child labourer earns between 400 to 700 taka (1 USD = 70 taka) per month, while an adult worker earns up to 5,000 taka per month. Dhaka. Bangladesh © 2009 GMB Akash

A boy walks on a fallen tree in the floodwaters near his village. Thousands of people were displaced in Shyamnagar Upazila, Satkhira district after Cyclone Aila struck Bangladesh on 25/05/2009, triggering tidal surges and floods. Sathkhira, Bangladesh © 2009 GMB Akash

7-year-old Jasmine collects rubbish from a steaming rubbish heap on a cold winter morning. She earns money to support her family by scavenging for items on the Kajla rubbish dump. It is one of three landfill sites in a city of 15 million people. Around 5,000 tons of garbage is dumped here each day and more than 1,000 people work among the rubbish, sorting through the waste and collecting items to sell to retailers for recycling.Dhaka. Bangladesh © 2009 GMB Akash

Eight year old Munna works in a rickshaw factory. He earns about 500 taka (7 USD) a month, working 10 hours a day. When the production often stops due to lack of electricity, he has time to play. It is common in Bangladesh for children of poor parents to work in various hazardous and labour-intensive workplaces to support their families. 17.5 percent of all children aged between 5-15 are engaged in economic activities. The average child labourer earns between 400 to 700 taka (1 USD = 70 taka) per month, while an adult worker earns up to 5,000 taka per month. Dhaka. Bangladesh © 2009 GMB Akash

A woman walks through the floodwaters near her village. Thousands of people were displaced in Shyamnagar Upazila, Satkhira district after Cyclone Aila struck Bangladesh on 25/05/2009, triggering tidal surges and floods. Satkhira District, Bangladesh © 2009 GMB Akash

13 years old Kajol works in a silver cooking pot factory in Old Dhaka. The children work 10 hour days in hazardous conditions, for a weekly wage of 200 taka (3 USD). Dhaka. Bangladesh. © 2009 GMB Akash

Jainal works in silver cooking pot factory. He is 11 years old. He has been working in this factory for three years. His work starts at 9 a.m. and ends at 6 p.m. For his work he gets 700 taka (10 USD) for a month. His parents are so poor that they can not afford to send him to school. According to the factory owner, the parents do not care for their children; they send their kids to work for money and allegedly don’t feel sorry for these small kids. Dhaka © 2009 GMB Akash#8 © 2009 GMB Akash

A women travel on the coupling between two carriages. In Bangladesh many people ride on the roofs of trains as frequently that is the only space available. For others, the fares are too high and can be avoided or reduced by traveling on the roof. However, this practice also leads to regular accidents, many of them fatal. Dhaka. Bangladesh © 2009 GMB Akash

Fifteen year old Nodi, a bonded sex worker in a brothel in Faridpur. She was sold to the brothel by her stepmother. Like many of their co-workers they are given Oradexon, a steroid drug, by their madam in order to make her look more attractive to prospective clients. Bangladesh © 2009 GMB Akash

he girls are very co-operative & most of the times they helps & cares for each other. Rubi making braids to Minara ’s hair. Bangladesh Like many of their co-workers they are given Oradexon, a steroid drug, by their madam in order to make her look more attractive to prospective clients. Bangladesh © 2009 GMB Akash

In high time of work this old man manages to smile slightly, while his ravished eyes & ash covered face mostly hide it. He came from mymensing in his desired city to make his own fate. His work starts in a brick factory with the rising of the sun. For carrying each thousand bricks he get 80tk. In the time of sunset per day he finishes to carry one thousand brick & earn 80 tk. Even per day, having this little money he is still dreaming to live in the path of his dream land. Dhaka. © 2009 GMB Akash

Workers dismantle a huge ship and carry it off piece by piece at the ship-breaking yard in Gaddani. Pakistan, © 2009 GMB Akash

Two workers take a short break while welding inside a ship’s hull at the Gaddani ship-breaking yard. Pakistan, © 2009 GMB Akash

Children in a Slum in Katmandu. At least 20.000 people in Nepal’s capital, Katmandu, are living an uncertain existence in small slum-like settlements around town. Katmandu. May 2008. Katmandu. Nepal © 2009 GMB Akash

Before 2 years in Shamnagar, Shatkhera was affected by the natural calamity Aila.After that, all fields got salted & farmers become helpless. In this rainy season after two years rains washed away salts level. Farmers happily tried to make their fields workable by not caring the continual raining on top of their head.Sathakhira, Bangladesh © 2009 GMB Akash

Salek is a son of a fisherman. While his father went for fishing he stayed in the beach till his father arrives. Several Fishermen live along the beach on the road between Cox’s Bazar and Kutupalong. By fishing from sunrise to sunset they hardly can earn average 60tk/day (less than a dollar/day). In childhood their little kid gave company to their father as well learns their basic occupation for future. Cox’s Bazar, Bangladesh © 2009 GMB Akash

In the field of Srilanka Yangani is working as a day laborer. After harvesting by the farmers she has to work from the sunrise till the sunset for trashing. She has nothing to do by what reluctantly she can pass her old days. Though the hard work causes illness to her but she wishes to work till her last day.Philippines. © 2009 GMB Akash

Going home at the end of the day. The train cannot accommodate everybody. So the extras perch on the roof. However, some of the passengers prefer the roof for the simple reason that one does not have to pay.Dhaka. © 2009 GMB Akash

These are the hands of Alamin, 11 years old brick field worker who starts work from 5am. Smoke & ashes covers Alamin’s whole body but works never cover a smile in his face. Dhaka. Bangladesh. He carries brick from the field to kiln. He usually carries 4 bricks at a time top of his head. per brick is almost 2.5 kg in weight. For 1000 bricks the workers get 80 Tk. Alamin covered with smoke & ashes, at the same time he carries 400 bricks a day in cost of his fadedness. His family comes from Kishorgonj with their three children and all of them are selling their childhood costing per day nearly 80Tk. © 2009 GMB Akash

A mother collects rubbish from a steaming rubbish heap on a cold winter morning. She earns money to support her family by scavenging for items on the Kajla rubbish dump. It is one of three landfill sites in a city of 15 million people. Around 5,000 tons of garbage is dumped here each day and more than 1,000 people work among the rubbish, sorting through the waste and collecting items to sell to retailers for recycling. Dhaka. © 2009 GMB Akash

Panga Lati (70 years old) rests on a bed beneath a mosquito net at The Pashupati Bridhashram (old Home). The Pashupati Bridhashram (old Home) is run by the government. Its budget is limited; it is congested, short; staffed and shows signs of mismanagement. There are 230 residents, 140 of them women. Katmandu. Nepal © 2009 GMB Akash

Cyclone Aila ruined the house & the lives of inhabitants just before three days. People of this house have to leave their home. Aila force them to live on embankment. They family still tried to dry their children books on the roof of the house. After the devastating calamity they could not totally leave the hope to live in their house. Cyclone Aila hits 14 districts on the south-west coast of Bangladesh on the 25th May 2009. The cyclone caused 190 immediate deaths, injuries to 7,103 people, damage to 6,000 kilometers of roads, more than 1,700 kilometers of embankments to collapse, more than 500,000 people to become homeless. © 2009 GMB Akash

Bus driver Sobuj, crazily trying to stop the fire alone by taking risk of his life. The fire was spreading, & also anytime the CNG cylinder could burst.No one came to help, but he keeps trying alone. In the issue of an accidental death of a student of Jahangir Nagar University other students started breaking & fire cars. Sobuj bought the recondition bus at 7.5lac Tk. Still he has to pay 5lac Tk. Helplessly he was crying & saying what will happen to his family.People will kill him for the money. Though viewers were warning him not to go near of the burning bus but he didn’t listen to anyone. Eventually he tried to stop the fire of other cars too. An accident spreads several accidents for the rest of others lives. Savar. Bangladesh © 2009 GMB Akash

In a barbaric bomb attack in the place of Mymensingh cinema hall, Rajiv lost his one leg. He never thought life will turn him in a place when he has to sell his everything for his treatment & the artificial leg. His family now disable like him. Whole day he seats in the house. Hardworking Rajiv lost in the battle to run his life. Mymensing 2005 Bangladesh has suffered a spate of unexplained terrorist attacks, at opposition rallies, cinema halls, musical concerts and mosques, which have killed at least 105 people since 2000. © 2009 GMB Akash
Fed up with abusive husbands and corrupt officials, India’s poorest women are banding together, taking up arms, and fighting back. Even more shocking than the pink saris they wear: Their quest for justice is actually working. In one of the most backward regions of India, the badlands of Central India, village women dressed in pink saris are getting together to fight corruption and injustice and to raise their voices against the system.” Pink Gang" fights for the rights of women and other marginalized people in rural India. Banda, India. © 2009 GMB Akash
Akash’s journey to the world of photography began long ago. For years he has been travelling widely, covering various social issues faced by the lesser known people, particularly in his country Bangladesh.
“With every picture you take, you enter a space that is unknown to you as a photographer. In the beginning it feels like forbidden territory, a place you are not supposed to enter surrounded by borders of privacy you are not supposed to cross. You, the photographer, are there at a factory, a old home or a brothel with your simple black bag hanging from your shoulder, eying everything around you as you are eyed by the people there. The first days following these intrusions I never take pictures because they would not be good. I wouldn’t know the people I met, wouldn’t understand the place I had just entered – my photography would be stale and meaningless.
But there is always that moment when it feels completely natural to open that bag. And also there is no way of telling why it comes. Suddenly, I have a friendly conversation, or the afternoon light makes everybody around me relaxed and mellow, or someone looks at me in a trusting yet familiar way.
Then I take out my camera, and for me and everybody around me it is the most natural thing to do. There is consent. People don’t accuse me, or reject me or pose in unnatural ways. They are just there, doing what they normally do. Then I click away, and it feels like a conversation, a conversation between me and the people, between me and the location, between me and the light, between me and the souls that make this place alive. In such moments a landscape becomes a soulscape.
After such moments, life where I am working becomes trivial again, and the next day everybody asks for their photographs, and there is no difference if the people are girls from a brothel, children who work in a factory or farmers from the countryside.
But these little exchanges bring us closer to each other, and the ties between us, which started with small talk and conversation and continued with the first pictures I took, will begin to become deeper and more meaningful, and so will the pictures I take.
And the closer I get to them and the deeper our friendship becomes, the simpler my photography gets. I am no longer looking for special angles or artistic points of views; I just open myself to these people, take a good look, frame and wait for the right moment.
When I walk home, I have all the moments that I missed in my head, and they will become my source of inspiration in the days to come.
I see the beauty of people and the human soul in the pictures I take. And though the circumstances of some of the people I portray may be grim, back-breaking, depraved, the people themselves are always remarkable characters and souls. And it is my duty as a photographer and artist to point with my pictures at every aspect of existence in the society and world I live in, to show what can be shown, to go deep into every milieu and also into every aspect of poverty, deprivation and hardship that I encounter – because the only sin for a photographer is to turn his head and look away."
Akash
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