Through someone else's lens

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These images have made few rounds by email and most of us must have viewed them. But I thought these are a few frames that gives us an idea how THEY viewed us. If I can use the phrase looking through their lens... I feel we Indians (natives) were quite under nourished 100 years back.

These image bear the copyright of "Underwood & Underwood ". But according to wikipedia "The company ceased business in the 1940s." I could not ask for permission for using the photographs.

I would say these can be described thus .... "Some images to Remember and some to Forget"

























Comments

  1. Sucharita SarkarJune 7, 2009 at 9:26 PM

    Very interesting photos. And the cattle seems to be as 'undernourished' as the people.

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  2. sujata senguptaJune 8, 2009 at 4:34 PM

    lovely pictures, a bit of a strain to read the lines below but still can be done. The western world has always either showcased our poverty or our sadhus. These were much better.

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  3. UnknownJune 10, 2009 at 1:45 PM

    Nice pictures but as you mentioned, has been doing the rounds of the virtual world for quite some time. I guess beauty lies in the eyes of the believer; and these pictures are beautiful as they are haunting.
    Keep up the good work.

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  4. SumandebrayJune 13, 2009 at 11:54 PM

    @Sucharita,
    I tend to believe that the visual health of average Indian has changed and it has changed for good. The same is probably true for our domestic animals.
    @Sujata,
    I do agree with you. But mind you at that time India was being ruled by the English People. So those were the days when they hid the poverty and hunger!
    @Pratik,
    Thanks for visiting my blog and for the encouragement.

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