...of glowing beads and stones.

The Camera's Tale of Love

It was not until I was batteried-in and switched on to open my lens that I came to know what the real world looks like. No, for me, unlike most of my fellow beings, they were not the colorful objects, moving bodies which grabbed my attention but that beautiful girl! It was the very first time I saw any human being and it was her! That very moment I knew she is to be my world forever… You humans have perhaps named this very phenomenon as “Love at first sight!” There she smiled and I couldn’t help but click, thanks to my ‘Smile Shutter’ mode which was on then. All surprised by this she went on to explore all my possible settings as her fingers caressed me. To be in her soft hands made me feel more secure and comfortable than being packed in that dark case!

Our first date was on her school trip to the amusement park. The rate at which she kept clicking was something I couldn’t have imagined of! I tell you, it was one tiring day but all worth it… Not only did I see a swarm of human beings but also got enveloped deep into their happening lives. To see their smiling faces, funny poses, scary expression while on a ride was a new experience and a treat indeed. But most of all I loved clicking her…mahn! She is so beautiful!

I could see my existence giving her a relief even in the boundaries of her room. Be it her pen, that notebook containing most unromantic of chemical equations, every corner of her room, the laptop, the balcony, plants in it, the narrow streets seen from it, the unending skies… she was falling for the beauty of these ordinaries and I, for her!

One fine night she told me how she wishes to go to places all around the world only to click endlessly. I was so overwhelmed, for now I knew she wants to be with me for a lifetime. She kissed me goodnight and went to sleep, with me sitting right by her side…. In the darkness I could not see her but feel her fragrance, her every serene breath… it was a sense of sheer contentment to know that I am one reason for all the happiness she gets by capturing pictures.

Our days were going great together exploring every little place of the town she lived in… through me she had captured her memories of school. Even when carrying me along to her school was only a venture full of risk, she took the chances. That was her last day in school and she clicked every special corner of it and all her dear friends… With memories of many such incidents life moved on and soon she began her new college life! It was there I realized how possessive she could get about me. She never gave me to somebody else’s hands only because of the fear that I might be mishandled! They were such little things which gave me all the little pleasures I needed from my life.

Gradually as she tasted freedom in the new city and explored the place, I could feel we both getting into a matured relationship. Now, it was not a matter of a bunch of random clicks out of which some turned out to be good. But now, together did we feel awestruck at the heights of hills, the depth of lakes, the azure sky, the vastness of the greenery around… at the whole amazing range of awesomeness nature provides to the human beings and their mates, like me! Apart from an almost spiritual experience with the nature, it was fascinating to frame some of very thoughtfully designed buildings. And then yet another part of her life made both of us have fun together: clicks during the bunks, at the canteen, on getting dressed up for a party, while the evening or a morning walk. She perhaps doubted if her own memory would be able to keep so many lively moments to its own record, so wished to preserve every moment through me.

Things were going cool between us, only till one day when I had to capture a few lines written by her:

"To capture the moment, the beauty of moment,
the ecstasy of moment, the rarity of moment;
you saved the moment as a still moment...
But here, now, at this moment you do realize
How unworthy it all is when you lose catch of the real moment..."

Had I been a human, I could have said that I was almost in tears reading this. But I was a camera… a camera of strong spirits and I did understand it was only natural for her, being a human, to face a moment when she would question if my existence in her life was reducing the significance of times spent with fellow human beings or at times, alone in the lap of introspection.

That feeling with a touch of melancholy was short lived as her behavior with me never changed but only became better. I must take this chance to thank our mutual and dear friend Facebook, who helped a great deal in strengthening our bond at a time when our relation, like any others, could have faced a downfall of emotions. It not only helped her glorify me but also find meaning to all the time spent with me. She now knew that clicking is not something she does just to pass time or simply as a hobby… rather it is something which helps her open pores of creativeness and induces her to come up with an amalgam of her life experiences and my clicks only to express her inner being to the world.






"I had learnt a lot from her and loved her even more… But call it the unfair part of destiny that I was never made capable enough to express wholly what I felt for her. If some fine day I get a chance to tell it to her I would do ahead with this…

“I really don’t know why or how but I get pure happiness when I play the role of your picture-clicking device, and be with you or even think about you even when I am switched off… I could say you are my love of life, but girl you are what the whole of my life could ever be! I feel honored when it is me with whom you share your thoughts upon a click.

There is a secret I want to reveal today… every time I am in somebody else’s hands to click a picture solely of you, I skip a heartbeat. I stay awestruck, staring at you…you, a person of extreme beauty, so pure and mild… and it is perhaps this feeling which helps me click the best of your DPs. I just wish this goes on for our forever.

Love you much,
Your Cam <3 "

Years passed with it, thousands of thoughts 'bout it everyday, hundreds of quotes read till date, so many people with it around and still the idea of it never seems old... Love ♥♥

Blue Sky High! :D

"No, a pictures is not good only because it was clicked by a good photographer, but because he has been to an awesome place with some awesome people."

#29Aug'09

"Let the eyes romance the blue sky high."

My Dark Dream!

It was not until the last night that I realized one of my dreams to show You somehow what my dreams  look like; that to, much ironically, in one of my dreams itself! A simple thing as it is, I was wandering in the wild and darkness when the ground seemed to rip apart.... No it was not anything remotely similar to what you would imagine as an earthquake! I could feel the thunders, coming right from the ground, shaking every bit of me even when I was much above the ground... thanks to the joy of zero gravity than! As it kept widening, a grand piece of something like a molten glass piece kept creeping above... with which came sheer coldness in the the winds around and the breaths I took in. They say one can sense it when one nears death and so I did sense the approaching end of that dream. I didn't plan a rescue method, for I knew I am anyways going to be rescued by my consciousness in a few seconds... but that was supposed to be an epic of the feelings... of thrill, of fear, of serenity (again, ironically much!), of triumph and of loss... of loss of this moment! No, I couldn't just let this go... it ought to be preserved! It ought to be shared! It ought to be glorified! And before I could think more, I had my sexy cybershot in my hand (You see that's what the advantage of clicking in your dream is... you know the moment you wish to click, will be clicked without any delay for the simple reason that it is in Your dream, a place where everything your subconscious wishes, just happens! ) And there I went.... knelt down on the approaching crack of the ground, set the lens so as to the even the bright moon through the cold, molten glasspiece and CLICK!  *ChEeRs* :D

Obsession Much!

To not Click but Capture!

Sometimes the picture clicking device is meant to be forgotten...coz a few moments ought to be remembered not by how you looked then or how beautiful the world around seemed.... but by the things you spoke then, the things you thought, the way you smiled, the way you were being noticed, the way you felt special... and the way it all made you feel =)
#SmallPleasures ♥ 

For My Love of Skies

Watching the skies is one thing I love. The clear blue sky has such depth to it that you feel you are under a grand protection and yet so free as a bird. Sunrise and sunsets have always been awe-inspiring and we never failed adoring them at sea beaches, river sides or from a high mountain peak (often do we come across 'Sunset points' around hill stations). But look what I found here...
 

Watching the sun biding bye towards the dusk, the sunlight romancing through the clouds and all this in the middle of a city! With the tress, buildings, motored vehicles, those electric poles and that one branch curving only to find its position in the frame ;) 

These clicks are an inspiration somewhere and the joy taught me something... You don't have to plan to go places far and away to find beauty or to appreciate nature... Our very own concrete jungles have much to offer, all you need is to look up and about... So the next time you are out in the balcony, off for a stroll or the lucky one not driving, don't miss to incline your neck upwards and watch for some colorful play of nature :)

P.S. I clicked all these siting at the back of my brother's bike as we moved around the city... and while the second last click I was in a bus!

Bright is Beautiful

My feel good rendezvous with colors one night...

"For when someday you will be struck by dullness 
and lost in a your old melancholy,
I shall come to you dressed up with joy and vibrancy
and you will love me and you will  know how Bright is Beautiful <3 "

Dreams...

“Do you have a dream?” she asked.

“Yes, I do!” he said.

Before she could know what it was, he asked, “What about your dream?”

“I think I have. Every time I see people with a passion, the one which drives them to toil hard and follow what they called dreams, I wonder if any similar passion is there which makes me dream too.
It was only sometime back I did realize there is so much I want to do in this lifetime, that the very span of life seems so short!”

“Perhaps you have a lot many aspirations!”

“No, not the so called ‘aspirations’. It’s like when alone I want to read, when with someone I want to speak my heart out, when no one’s there to hear I would write. I feel like expressing all the overflowing thoughts in a way they assume a form… a form which leads to creating something… Perhaps creating a building! Not concrete boxes to live in but spaces with a meaning, a purpose. Think of a house you live in and it seems to be breathing like you do. A creation which amazes and to understand which you require no effort; both at the same time!

There are times I want to sit by the river and hear its water sing while I sing along with it. Singing such that it does no matter how bad I am at it or if someone hears! Then at times, I feel like dancing to the silent tune playing around and then dancing hysterically to the loud music at parties!

Every morning in winter, while I sip the hot ginger tea I would enjoy the chilly breeze. In afternoon, I would cook for you… dishes which I learnt from my mother and the exotic ones… The ones I would learn while travelling to islands, cities and towns far away. Places where I would meet people, befriend them, learn their language, and teach them ours… where I would know how their culture is different for ours and still how we all share the same relation of love and cheer!

Not just this, but I would also go on to fly… not by a plane, but for real, with some real wings to go with! Yes, fly for real over those islands, gliding through the creamy clouds, reflecting in the azure, shining sea. Not to forget that all this while I will be clicking…. Clicking pictures to let you know later what my dreams looked it!”