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"People just did not know what had hit them. There was no
warning. Before anyone could realise the full impact of the
disaster, an area of about 10 square kilometres was engulfed in
dense clouds of poison. People got up coughing, gasping for
breath, their eyes burning. Many fell dead as they ran. Others
succumbed at the hospitals where doctors were overwhelmed by the
numbers and lacked information on the nature of the poisoning.
By the end of the third day, more than an estimated 8,000 people
had died from direct exposure to the gases and another 5,00,000
were injured. Today, the number of deaths stand at 20,000,"
says a Bhopal-based journalist, Anil Sharma, in his
introduction.
Raghu Rai, needs
no introduction and his work has been acclaimed internationally.
His pictures are often worth more than thousand words. He was
particularly moved by the tragedy and has been documenting the
lives of those affected by the gas since. As we go through the
un-numbered pages of the book, we see the iconic photographic
"Burial of an unknown child" and children lying in
lime-covered graves and survivors with hopelessness writ large
on their faces. There are disturbing, stark black-and-white
images of misshapen, aborted foetuses, of bags full of skulls,
of incongruously well-printed placards held aloft by protesters
seeking that Dow, with which Union Carbide merged in February
2001, accept the liability of the Bhopal disaster, of
demonstrators saying: "You want Osama, give us
Anderson," referring to the then Union Carbide chairman,
who is a proclaimed offender in India, but has managed to evade
arrest, even though there is an Interpol warrant against him.
There is the
picture of litigants and lawyers conferring in an endless
struggle to get some legal relief. Dr Satpathy, a forensic
expert at the state government’s Hamidia Hospital holds aloft
a huge collage of the photographs of the over 20,000
gas-effected persons on whose bodies he has performed autopsies.
Produced to
accompany a touring exhibition of Raghu Rai’s photographs last
year, this is no coffee table book. It is a disturbing chronicle
of how ordinary lives are impacted when things go hugely wrong.
The images are stark and continue to haunt you even after you
put the book down. They are meant to. This book came into one’s
hands even as one was watching the antiseptic images of the US
military action in Iraq and one could not help wondering what
was being hidden behind those images`85perhaps Raghu Rai should
be in Iraq to provide us with a reality check.
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