Gurgaon at night.

Change and Acceptance

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Tell me if you like this photograph and the quote. The quote is from The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy. It is one of my favourites.

 

Pilot Supply

Aapne kabhi pilot supply ke baare main suna hai? Maine bhi nahi suna tha aaj se pehle kabhi.

Hua kuch aisa ki mai subah metro mai tha kaam par jaa raha tha, adaatan maine apni kitab nikali aur padhna shru kardiya. Kuch der baad peeche khade ek janab ka phone baja aur unhone uthaya aur bole Good morning Sir, udhar se Sir ne kuch bola hoga fhir thodi hi der baad janab bolte hai ki pilot ki supply karadun? Woh kaafi zor se bol rahe the toh mera dhyan kitab se hath kar unki baat ki taraf chala gaya. Ab aap batae ki koi pilot supply ki baat karega toh aap hairaan nahi honge? Udhar Sir ne na jaane kya jawab diya aur in janab ne kaha ki mai 10 baje tak pahuchunga keh kar phone kaat diya.

Main apni peeth kare hue saari baat sun raha tha aur mujhe bharosa se aur log bhi sun rahe honge. Maine is cheez ka jaldi se ek note banaya aur fhir main wapis apni kitaab main lag gaya.

Agar aapko iilm hai is pilot supply ke baare toh mujhe zaroor batana.

Shukriya!

P.S. I recently came across a blog where the writer is putting his thoughts in Hindi and I loved reading it. Inspired by that, I thought I’ll post something of my own in the similar fashion.

Incidences in Fahistan

This dates back to 27th of February 1952 and it happened to be a leap year when Mrs. Singh gave birth to a baby boy who’d grow up to be the protagonist of this story.

The boy was named Rajendra Singh and had a pleasant childhood despite the fact that he was a thin boy who always looked 3-4 years younger than he was. An average student in school who was later pushed by his parents to study in one of the prestigious university of the country and that is when he left his home for the city called Fahistan.

This city of Fahistan was far more developed than any other in the whole country. There were better horse carts in the city and paved roads for them to go around smartly, even the houses were made of bricks and cement. The university attracted brilliant minds from all the places and Rajendra was lucky to get admission there. It was a little difficult for him to adapt to this new style of life where people spoke differently and also ate different kinds of meals but 4 years of his life passed easily.

Now it was time to return home and see what he would do next. From many options he could join his father’s shop and expand the business or he could go and work for someone else and possibly earn more. Little did he know that luck had something else in store for him and that is precisely when the trouble struck and due to a series of events he couldn’t go to his hometown.

One of his acquaintance had called him for an important matter during the last days and on arriving he realized that it would take him months to solve the problem his acquaintance had ventured into. He could have said no and turned his head but that’s not how he was raised. He sent a telegram to his parents in the village and told them that some important matter had come up due to which he won’t be able to come home early and he let them know that he was safe and sound which wasn’t completely true.

Two months had passed but the rounds to the police station and court didn’t decrease, they even contacted some influential people in the city of Fahistan but no one helped. Left to their own, Rajendra and Shamshad fought for themselves or say Rajendra and Shamshad fought for Shamshad.

After 4 months, it looked like they might win the case and go their ways happily but something had to happen again. One night both of them were returning from the small hotel, two men on motorcycle came to them asking for an address when the pillion rider took out a gun and shot Shamshad in the chest. They sped away while Rajendra stood there too shocked to react and when he looked down he realized that Shamshad had died and was in the pool of blood. As he leaned in to shake Shamshad, he saw his reflection in his eyes which still held some life.

Rajendra couldn’t stay in the city of Fahistan any longer and soon returned to his hometown. He joined his father’s business and tried hard to forget what happened to Shamshad. But he never could.

 

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Delhi Smog: This is What is Really Choking Delhi + Ways To Combat Pollution

India’s capital, Delhi is experiencing air pollution in the worst form. Delhi has always been amongst the most polluted cities in the world but at present it is raking as “the most polluted city in the world”. Schools are shutting down and a lot of schools have banned outdoor playtime for children. Many people are […]

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I have been thinking of taking a long exposure photograph from a foot over bridge for quite some time. Today I just happen to be near one of such bridge and I managed to capture this, not my best attempt but an attempt nevertheless.

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Also made a short time-lapse video of being stuck in traffic. See here.

 

Issue that needs attention

Isn’t it amazing to see so many people opening up on those youtube videos that talk about depression?  A lot of people describe their experience in the comments and some people are able to relate to it. On the very same video, you will find some comments that are hard to understand and a few people say that it’s something made up and depression doesn’t really exist. Basically, you see a large amount of variation there and imagine that happening in real life, imagine people around you being that ignorant. The worst would be you and I being that ignorant about other people’s life and their issues.

What if we all could stop being ignorant (doesn’t happen right away) and start treating each other with respect and no I am not only talking about men respecting women or vice versa but what I am talking about is different. Now, I might know next to nothing about depression, anxiety or stress but it is something that can hit anyone and at any age. There is no particular age or gender, it can happen to children, males, females and even to animals.

What is the new culture that we are forming and supporting where making fun of someone is considered great, laughing at the expense of someone else is considered great? I might have indulged myself in that kind of behavior but then again I have been treated the same way numerous times. I know it doesn’t allow me or anyone else to do the similar thing but that is what we have been encouraging for so long that we have started accepting it something which is very normal. That is sad, very sad.

What we need now is the maturity to understand that this is a serious issue and we need to move beyond our beliefs that depression is just sadness. We need to educate ourselves, our parents, our friends and everyone around us and erase the stigma that surrounds this issue. It is okay to be depressed and it is completely okay to seek help for it.

If you know someone who has been depressed then realize that it is an issue that needs attention. There are these two foundations that I found, you can visit the websites and even refer people to it.

http://aasra.info/
http://thelivelovelaughfoundation.org/

Remember we help each other.

Stories behind the photographs

So, they say that every photograph should tell a story and that it should talk or it should make one wonder. Now the thing is I like to get feedback from people who show interest in the photographs that I show to them, I like hearing their views and opinions and it also tells me who they are or what do they notice and prefer.

A lot of people, friends have told me and asked me to write something about every photograph that I showcase to the world. Keeping that in mind, from now on I am going to write something either about the photograph or how I took it. I now have two windows open- on one, I am writing this post and the other one has this photo (see below).

I randomly decided to take the camera to work with the hope that I might click something nice, so I mounted my favorite lens i.e. Nikon 50mm f1.8 and kept the camera in my bag.

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Today I was certain that during my small breaks I was going to use the camera and click some pictures and there was a phone lying next to the lens cap and I snapped a few shots. The picture below it is of the book which I started reading a day earlier, it’s called Blind Willow Sleeping Woman by Haruki Murakami. Now, everyone takes a picture where the book is in focus and everything is nice and visible so I though let’s blur our that part and focus on something else. Once I got back home, I uploaded the photographs on my laptop and started cleaning them up (like color adjustments, crop etc.) and these are one that I managed to take nicely.

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From now on with every photograph, I plan to write something.

Hope you enjoyed reading. Let me know and share your captures as well.

The table

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It was Sunday today,
I thought of taking out my camera
And cleaning it.

I also gathered my pens
To fill them up with ink
Carried along the diaries
With the hope
Of writing something.

Then I saw the light
Coming in through
The open door
And giving this
Amazing reflection

Took the camera
And clicked a few pictures
And this was
The best one
I was able to get!

Observing someone

There is a guy in his early 20’s in the metro, he is reading a book and is engrossed in it. He is thin and wears baggy jeans and a shirt that looks faded. There is a bag on the floor between his legs and he is facing the window but he is not paying attention to anything but his book.

Metro for several stations has been underground and now it emerges to an elevated track and the surroundings change with sun filling the whole metro coach with light. Suddenly, it feels like that others also exist. The guy with the book looks up and stares outside the window, he is thinking about something. He then places his thumb on the page and closes the book and looks on to his right for a while and then on to the left and then gets back to his book.

Something must have caught his attention and I guess it was that metro coach he was in today was silent and not as crowded as they usually are at that time. He must have been wondering what was the reason behind that silence and where were those people who usually talked or laughed loudly.

I see him every day, I am him.

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