Last Diwali, I got the perfect opportunity to practice some bokeh. But as it happens with me, I forgot to post the pictures. I found them again while going through the archives yesterday and so here they are.
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A Sad Child
Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet.
Take up dancing to forget.
– from ‘A Sad Child’ by Margaret Atwood
Like grandpa, like grandson
All the kids. Ever.
There is one thing I love about visiting my native place in Rajasthan. As soon as the camera comes out the bag, the kids flock to me like moths to a flame. I don’t even have to go around looking for interesting subjects to shoot.
This, here, is a percentage of kids I had to shoot. After this group shot, they were kind enough to line up and walk up to me one by one for individual photographs. They were not satisfied with one or two photographs either… it took about 10 clicks per kid to satiate their unbridled enthusiasm. I now have enough photographs of kids to last me a few years.
(Click on the photograph for better resolution)
Bayana Junction
This is where my last trip to Rajasthan took me – Bayana, a small town in the Bharatpur district.
#100
I made a short trip to Rajasthan for a cousin’s wedding, or rather, I was forced to by my parents, and dragged along unwillingly. Now, initially, I was thinking about doing something special for my hundredth post, but then I saw this and knew immediately that nothing I can come up with will beat these smiling faces I encountered in Rajasthan.
Presenting, very Happy #100 to FPP.
Thank you all for sticking around, for making this blog what it is and for being forever kind. I will try to be regular and to not disappoint you. If you have suggestions, brickbats, or just want to say hi, drop me a line at the listed e-mail address. See you around. 🙂
Boredom. And firecrackers.
In my part of the world, life is currently non-existent. When I say my part of the world, I mean that fraction of a space where I live – under a rock. Here, the reigning king, His Highness Exam III, has put a ban on all things good and this includes the will to exist.
I hope you can forgive me for not visiting your blogs. It is hard to resist, but once I start perusing the blogosphere, I hardly ever go back to what I should be doing (drowning in 7.65 tons of literature). But I’ll get right to it as soon as I’m done with my exams. So while I battle my existential crisis, here’s a little treat for you guys.
Firecrackers are just the tip of the iceberg
No, really. I have over a thousand photographs from Diwali. I cannot figure out a way of posting them here, or anywhere else for that matter, without killing the internet.
Help?
The day I figure out an easy way to sort of automatically add non-ugly-looking watermarks, every post will have at the very least five pictures. Promise.
Meanwhile, here’s one.
Happy Diwali
I am painfully aware of the delay in posting this but better late than never, right? Here’s wishing everyone a very Happy Diwali. I spent my Diwali making rangolis, decorating the house with diyas, and photographing firecrackers while gorging on food no human who doesn’t wish to die of sheer calorie intake should ever touch. What did you do?
You know there’s more coming, right? There’s more coming.
Karva Chauth
Yesterday, married Hindu women from North India observed a strict fast (no food or water until the sighting of the moon) praying for the longevity of their husbands’ lives. I took to the roof to get some shots of the moon, but after playing hide-and-seek for a good half hour the moon chose to continue hiding under cloud cover. Thankfully, the women saw a dull blurred moon and that was enough to conclude their fast.
Personally, I don’t believe in it. I enjoy the rituals for their social significance but fasting never made sense to me. I believe in food, in eating it.
Nevertheless, a Happy Karva Chauth to everyone. 🙂
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