Saturday, October 3, 2009


Can you find a single individual on this Earth who denies having a passion for something? It can be anything.... From stamp collecting to Star-gazing, from river rafting to sky-diving. It maybe adventurous, dangerous, silly and it can even be as simple as whiling away time by sleeping.

Eversince my childhood days, I had this extra keen interest towards the crisp sound of the 'Shutter'. With time, My ears got accustomed to this sound which seemed like the sweetest sound. My curious eyes would immediately turn around, everytime my eager ears couls sense such a sound.
Yes! am referring to the world of 'FLASHES', 'LENS', 'FILMS' and most importantly, the 'CAMERAS'.

When I was young, it seemed the most puzzling mystery yet so very entertaining, the way the snaps would be developed so beautifully. This was the time when I started falling in love with the camera. Only I knew how much I loved the flashlight and only the cameras knew what a crazy admirer they had in me. I could never imagine any of my special moments complete without a click.

This madness lasted for almost a decade.

Then came the separation and, the frame hardly saw me roaming infront of him. A distance was formed between us just to bring us closer than ever. No more would I enjoy staring at the lens, with a constant smile because now, it was my time to handle the clicks. It was the other side of the camera that attracted me. No more would everybody find me in almost every photograph in the album. I was turning into the CREATOR now. Very soon, I cultivated a strange mania about clicking photos.

It was back during the days of the Cameras being able to capture only 36 stills as the scientific advancement was on yet widespread in India. Hence, there was a line drawn very distinctly and I had to limit my mind wandering from one scene to another.
It was my Dad's jet black Yashica camera, that paved my way towards My first ever photographic creation. It dates back to November, 1999...the Aguada Fort, Goa. That's where my Photographic journey commenced.
Thereafter, the love for clicking snaps kept on deepening.
But, it took me over 8 years to unleash my desire for clicking without any lines drawn anywhere. It was the summer of 2005, when Dad bought the Nikon Digicam and revolutionized my passion for photography. It gave wings to my imagination to fly and create psychedalic snaps.

Today, the mere Interest of mine has Transformed Into an Obsession..

The camera is no more any want for me, it is infact, a necessity.

I have developed a phobia... Neither HYDROPHOBIA nor ALTOPHOBIA... it is the phobia of NOT HAVING THE CAMERA with me. I simply cannot trace back the last memory which I have not captured in the digital frame.

I would love to term the camera as "My Best Friend" because it never demands anything, gifts me smiles as it keeps a colourful track of every special moment and understands my imagination the best. I hardly feel lonely when am with this lifeless object. It is lively in it's own unique way and that is what distinguishes the Camera from anything else.

The liking for the lens that entered my life during my early childhood days, shaped up into the love very soon and flourished as an intense passion, which is now at its zenith...infact, it's nothing less than any obsession.



  1. well u know u need to have an exhibition soon!


    Your post sends across the euphoria you experience with the camera in your hands .

    Channelise your passion.


    Raina Ma'am.

  3. Hey Ma'am...

    Definitely an Obsessive-compulsive photographer...but not par excellence.

    And, am sure you will agree when I say that I never manage to click nice portraits. :P

    Shall send you some of my recent clicks....!


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