Random Mumbles

Playful

The best thing about photography is, even if you have great memory, looking at a picture will flood millions of emotions. Even though it is too much for me to handle feelings, looking at my candid shots always makes me welcome them and smile.

Like this little girl here. I remembered everything about her when I started working with this year old picture.
She was a daddy’s girl. I assumed he was her dad. She was be playful, calm and happy whenever she was in his arms, and like a tornado if anyone else touched her. Had met her in Lalbaugh, flower show 2010. And I couldn’t help following her around for a while. Cutest smile!
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Every girl’s dream:
1. Paint her nails blue.
2. Sport a messy hairdo.
3. Get referred as a dude, and literally.
4. Try and get callouses on her fingers.
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I Am Free!

This will be my all time favorite amateur shot of mine. This will always remind me of how we were when we were kids:

Unbound, innocent and free. Carefree nature. And this, makes me feel that. I had written a short poem called Unbounded, which now when I think of it, fits this picture perfectly.
I had thought, and was made believe that this is a phase, that poem of mine. But now when I think of it, it is was not a phase. It was what I wanted. And it is how exactly I am existing right now.
Being a cynic is ok. But being cynic to the extent of destroying everything within yourself and others, I suggest please shoot yourself.
Fine, destroy whatever you want within yourself, but let others be. Just because you are depressed and dead inside, doesn’t mean you’ll make others believe they are too.
And yes, all this blabber talk comes out something. Make me believe that I do not want to belive this. Make me feel that, this is not what I’m feeling. I stupidly nodding to everything, like a person with no spine. And then morphing to be all that to be your pretty wife. And that is what is exactly called as being bounded.
Kids are beautiful. Remind us of so many things which eventually even they will forget as they grow up. Like that kid. And sometimes it is really amazing that, how you can actually feel what the other is feeling, if intensly. Like it is infectious.
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The most frustratingly exhausting feeling is feeling empty. I find it weird to call empty as a feeling. Feeling nothing is a feeling. WTF.
The most irritating feeling is wanting something badly but failing to understand what that something is.
And suggestion I get to clear my head, “Go poop.” For better understanding.
Funny my dear Dove, but WTF!

I really have awesome set of close friends.

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Best feeling ever?
Craving for cheese pizza at midnight, or anything with cheese. Why? Because I’m hungry!
Get up next morning. And guess what’s for breakfast?
Cheese sandwich. πŸ˜€
Yea, I made it happen. Made it myself.
Mom’s not gonna like it. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€
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And then, after I started ignoring my craving, I suddenly remembered my pen pals. One was from states. Other had moved from Britain to SA, Kenya. The one in Kenya apparently resembled to Daniel Radcliffe. And the one in states, she had 13 siblings! Ignoring that, they really were very interesting people. Whatever made me delete the contacts. Kenya friend was on my FB list. Then again, what made me delete that contact again…
Hmm. Lets see:
I was 17. (Surprised that it lasted from when I was 12 to say about 15!!)
He was too British for me (?!?) But definitely very very interesting person.
Back then, I simply wanted to know how different they are. And to my surprise, they were full of feelings and emotions! Great sense of humor. Friendship was a big deal to them. Friends were someone they could talk to. And being in a different country, it was easier for them to share their lives. Or probably those two were like that. As we say, the growing teen age phase. Who knows, might have turned up like me. πŸ˜›
Yes, I do remember their names. Aden and Catylin. If they do remember me, and if something happens in this small world and we miraculously find each other again, I would really like to know how they are doing. Because, in the end back then I was like them too.
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The Unnamed Strings

Being a beginner sucks. Especially managing the fret board, yea. Plucking the strings without looking at them, yea. Sucks being a beginner there. It looked so easy, but when it comes to actually doing it, gives my left hand three fingers a pain.

Shifting fingers, and listening to the string go out of tune is a big disappointment. But then, its only been two classes and 3 days. And then again, I can’t help push myself to go way beyond the defined level. It is fun too. I keep remembering this, “All things are difficult before they are easy.” There will be nothing as letting go, or giving up, because after all I did dream that I played Smells Like Teen Spirit on my guitar (Kurt Cobain was there too). Pretty fast and in tune too. πŸ™‚

And best part out of all this is, I had held onΒ  to my plan and actually got my guitar. There were many, “Will I really?”, “Should I really?” But yea, totally worth it. Thanks to the Guitarist and my Dove for actually not letting me back off. πŸ™‚

I love changes. Spontaneous, drastic and beautiful changes. Even though makes me feel stupid from time to time, but then what the..
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After the Rains

High on the hills of Girivan, was this little lad of about 5 year old. The brightest brown eyes, the most charming smile and his energy! Would jump in the plastic chair even when it never stopped raining.

After two and half hour of game of badminton in the constant drizzle, it finally decided to stop. The boy comes out, observing us play. He sees the puddle and he jumps in it. After all the jumping is done, he just stood there, watching us.

Cutest thing ever! I regretted forgetting to take my camera there. (Yea I was being protective about the lenses in the rain. Still, regretted.) And this was the smile he gave when I bent, moved around and did all the moves an amateur does amusing him so much that he couldn’t resist smiling. Or so I would like to believe.

The best look he had given me was, when we came back from our morning long “walk” after visiting the small waterfall/springs, he looked up at me when I was climbing down the stairs and gave the widest smile he could in return for my smile. πŸ™‚

He made up for all the continuous rains we’ve been tried of.
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Shy Smiles

I’ve no idea why I tend to take candid pictures of kids more. I am guessing it is their innocence that pulls my strings. It always comes out simple. Their eyes, body language, lips always speaks out a lot. And this is the beauty of ‘simple’.

Met this young one near Bannergatta National Park. Was closed the day we went there. We all had full bladder, so decided to give the small bus stop’s ultra clean washroom a visit.

I saw her sitting on the stairs of the entrance. A shy smile played on her lips when I looked and smiled at her. When we came out, she was on her feet. Going up and down the stairs, around her mother. Hiding behind her when I smiled at her. Her small instance of peek-a -boo: I want to smile, I find you friendly but I’m shy.

I requested her mother if I can take her snap. I didn’t want to forget this little one. Why? I’ve no specific answers. I just wanted to. I like to immortalize their innocence, their simplicity. They are unbound. I want to capture all of that before it is lost. With the speed today, they are losing it very very fast.

As soon as my SLR comes out, she is so super shy that she just refused to give me a smile. I waited. She didn’t budge. I stood in front of her. Suddenly she went all quiet. Sliding her hands up and down the railing of the ramp next to the stairs, looking away. And I had to capture it. And this was the result.

It might not be a great shot. But they are my emotions, capturing other’s emotions.
And they are beautiful.
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