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Shy Brothers on a Caster-oil farm, Gujarat, India by Junho Kim

Shy Brothers on a Caster-oil farm, Gujarat, India by Junho Kim

Don't Bro Me

August 30, 2016

One thing I still don't get used to hear from people is the word "Bro". Often, too often boys in Delhi call me bro. I always felt that I am not their bro. And I wanted to tell them if I get to know you a bit more and so I would like to become your friend then I don't mind to hear it from them. But it is not my choice. I still hear it all the time. 

There was a young boy who used to called me "Hey Bro" all the time. He was nineteen that time. For him to call me Bro is very ridiculous. Cause I am almost his father's age and of course I didn't know him that much. I even asked him to not use the word and simply call my name. But it never happened. We are disconnected for almost more than two years now. I don't miss him calling me a bro. But I do wonder he either became a Bollywood actor or not(He said that was his dream).

To think of that kind of friendly word is not only that. There is a word "Man" and "Buddy". I do feel that even if you don't use that word, I get it you and I are men. I don't want to criticise it too much. It is just a friendly way of talking. But in some way, I do feel that it is over used and it supposed to make everyone close but not that close(at least for me, some what shallow felling, like a bro hug) and more of shallow relationships(I get to hear the words in my gym everyday.

Maybe I am too shy(not really) or too conservative on this matter. But when I look at my close friends, they never use that word "Bro". We don't need the word. We already know each other well and our name is good enough to call each other. Even we often say "Love" to each other from our true friendships.

I still don't know what made them to use the word so often and so easy. Probably I'd never know. Cause I will never use the word. But someday I might ask them. "Bro, Buddy, Man and Bhaiya", why? Also I might suggest them that they could use it after we get to know better for this uptight Korean guy. But how about we introduce ourselves and share names and call our proud names so that we don't need to label bro(god knows how many bros they have in every places) for each other. So please don't bro me.

Tags canon, Canon 5D Mark III, Canon EF 24-105mm f4L IS, bro, Indi, Delhi, friends
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Dilip

April 24, 2014

When I'm in love, I see those admirably beautiful and lovely eyes.  Of course I see them time to time through my friends' eyes around my life too. And I know I want to see them all the time. This time I saw a bit different kind of twinkly eyes on my trip to Rampur, Utta Pradesh, India.

Dilip. He's just 8 years old this year. As we all did, he also was excited to go to school. When going to school wasn't an option for his town people, it must have been just a dream of some sort of mirage on a desert that will never gonna be happen in their life. But now it is possible and he actually goes to school. Well, not all the time.

The reality. Not the good kind. He has to face and realize that even he is in one room with his classmates together, he can't be same as them. Because he is untouchable, low Caste, often he sit all the way back in the row and had to clean school toilets when his teacher force him to do. Then his classmates told him that he can't play with them.

The opportunity to learn is there. But yet tons of issues are there them to face every day. If you are strong enough by yourself and determine, then you may can finish your education by the end of whatever. But the theory is just ideal. In real life that is rare. I am not sure how long Dilip will be going to school. Is he gonna quit? Is he gonna be dropout? Never know.

But I hope he would finish it all the way. He didn't go to the school the day I visited his school. That's why he got shy and tried to runaway from me and my colleague. But he was still a bight kid with those big sparkly eyes. I know he would go and learn more. That is all I can believe. I still can trace his starry eyes and shy hands that are holding his school books. Even I spoke Hindi zero, his eyes and smile told me thousands of stories to my lens. I'll be missing you, Dilip.

Tags Canon 5D Mark III, Canon 5DMIII, Canon EF 24-105mm f4L IS, Rampur, Varanasi, India, Education, Discrimination
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