´From your lips to gods ears´. Grandmother made that statement every now and then. Although most of the things she invoked god for remained un-fulfilled. She was acquired and relocated like all aging entities by a heavenly management takeover.
If she was around, she would have made a superb protester. Rabid in her pursuit for her cause and ready to use coercion, reverse-psychology and her famous weapon, nagging. Governments would organize parleys to attempt to tame her. Para-military and armed forces would be called at mere mention of her presence at a protest meeting. She could have become the resident protester of Janter Manter
I am Sir Henry Champagne Loriba, atleast I was once. Right now I am a monument. But trust my word, I did nothing monumental in my life. I tell you this because I am dead and also because I had a century to think about what I did with my life.
I was the youngest son in the grand family of Loriba. Everyone was naturally fond of me. My smile could melt hearts. Needless to say, I used it quite often. Being born rich had its advantages too. Parents used to there money-wand to fix anything I broke in my youth. After uneventful middle age filled with alcohol and parties. I died a death of non-descript but rich man.
My wife wanted to be a little novel, so she commissioned my statue in granite instead of the usual marble ones.
While all my pals withered away in their marble form in a non-descript cemetery in this small town. I became famous in my death by my sheer ability to stand long enough.
Who knew I would even be sent to Louvre for a show? Sadly some mad critic told that my form for just a cheap copy of some famous sculptors work and not the real thing. Now I am standing, waiting again for others statues to wither all over again…
Yuri Void Smith pulled many strings to get his team out there. With ‘back to nature’ being the theme, he needed back of beyond look and feel. What better place than Amazonian jungles! With hippie scene coming to an end. This was probably last breath of life to the culture which was cherished by YVS as he was known.
But it was not to be. The whole team just disappeared without trace. As if sucked away by the parallel universe. YVS personally went to Brazil to find his favorite model and photographer. But returned empty handed. His flare for designing cloth lines weathered away leaving the skeletal self. The house of YVS designs from being centre stage of paris haute coutre got disappeared into obscurity.
Wild Joe would have made good cowboy, but he became a journalist. Adventurer at heart, each opportunity to be out there fills him with sudden surge of energy. Working for powerful news syndicate, he has been quite successful. But instead of sitting on his laurels, he was hungry for more.
He was asked to board a plan to Brazil to cover bio-fuel story. How bio-fuel production could adversely Amazonian forest reserve? He jumped at the opportunity. By next evening, he was busy conceptualizing a pan shot from a chopper to show cutting down of trees. Morning was very different from what Wild Joe had conceptualized. 10 mins into flight they saw Orange and Black people.
BBC by the night was blurting out details of a ‘uncontacted indigenous tribes’. YVS who was watching the news with usual disinterest just stood up. ‘So finally they have been found’ came out the words from his mouth ‘They better have some footage’.
In the news headlines today, boat mounted robbers have been spotted ferrying in Yamuna. For our viewers, who have not been following this story, these robbers ferry through the river netting all the fishes and fauna.
Apart from reducing our access to food, they enjoy slinging there catch around to poke fun on us. As you can see in our visual, they go around in group of four. They carry heavy equipment to trap our precious fresh water fishes. They don’t even spare the ducks and other fauna found in the river catchment area.
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Story by kaa
“It is a long and hard journey” my father said before we packed our load of turquoise beads. From Taksila near Indus to Isfahan. He said it is a priced item in markets of Isfahan, the largest town on Silk route. How would I to know. We collected these beads on banks of the river. It was just a great game.
For the first time, I was leaving my town. Half way through the journey, the caravan was attacked by White Huns. I saw my father being chopped into pieces. Beads scattered all around his body. I was the only survivor. I walked till I fainted. When I gained conciousness I was here. Since then I serve the lord in this unknown place away from where I come from. This is my new home.
It all started in the middle of this movie. The director somehow was pushing for a
low-key visual style. From the script of a family drama, this movie was turning
into a flee market crime thriller. Off the sets, love triangle between the heroine, the hero and the director, frankly was not helping either.
Frailing nerves, smoldering temperaments were an everyday occurrence. At some point during the mid summer filming, the director just let go of the script. A genre of film-making was born. Film noir. The off set intrigues and sexual games were being played out on the sets.
Climax of this movie was faithful to the antiques which went on during the shooting. Director slipped out the fact that the hero was two timing with the heroine’s sister. Camera was ready to capture what would transpire between the hero and the heroine, when the hero arrives. Director did get an ending with a nog.
Life of Pi by Yann Martel is an interesting book. It has been on book shelves for years (not mine). I randomly started reading it at friend’s place. It is addictive. What stuck me, apart from how fictious seems real, is the mention of comfort zones.
Author mentions this in context of zoo keeping. “At least in a well-kept zoo, an animal’s comfort zone is protected and all of its needs are satisfied”. Also if these comfort zones are trespassed often, it can have adverse effect on the animal health. Interestingly it compares this environment to the human zoo as well.
How far is it from truth? Practicing street photography, will provide quite similar insight. There are comfort zones beyond which people feel perturbed by your presence more so with your camera. Getting a great frame is to go as close as possible without invoking feeling of trespassing. The moment that feeling is created, you have lost your chance.
Few tips on how to make this possible:
- Dress to look inconspicuous: Dress simple. Try local dressing if you have similar skin tonality as local.
- Carry 200 mm lens at minimum: Although it depends on your body language and how comfortable people can be around you. But while walking off the street and clicking a candid shot. This is the kind of distance required for capturing that moment in true sense.
- Pay in kindness: Never pay money for taking a shot. It sets a bad precedent. Talk to the person you have trying to capture. Tell them why and what do you want to photograph. Asked them if they would like to photographed and how. It also weaves a story in your head. What is the point of a picture without a story?
- Try to get as close as possible: There is nothing like too closely framed portrait. Point above is important for this to happen
Leaving it with a shot: