Allegories of my life

Since last two days I have been thinking as how I failed to put up nothing on my blog just nothing in the last 3 months. I promised myself to put pictures on my blog and then wanted to feel elated but to be candid enough I can't tell how displeased I am with myself. I wouldn't say I was tied up with job or something else as I am aware of the fact that I am not the only human who's working. There are plethora of people who are writing everyday I know they may be more busy than I am. So, as I admit my defaulted manner of not dedicating to my blog I would like to start the new year with this resolution as to be regular and be part of my blog in advancing time. Today morning, while I was thinking about not being regular in the car, going to work from my blatant usual way when I started experimenting with my camera and tried learning the new technique behind taking that perfect picture in the out and out perfect light which is flawless. I didn't realize what I clicked unt...

They say India is known for its rich heritage and has got an assorted divine culture in each state. I grew up listening to the tales of festivals celebrated in the various parts of the Country.   India being diverse in culture, every year we celebrate approximately much more than 100 festivals including all the religions.   Which I believe is superb to know and to be a part of each festival is bliss in itself.   This time I decided to attend the "Durga Puja" which is celebrated mainly in West Bengal and some other parts of India. At the same time “Navratra” is celebrated which is a chief festival of Gujrat.     To experience the whole in the complete form I went with my shutter to CR Park, Delhi, to accustom myself with culture and zest of Bengal. For me, it wasn’t only an experience but an impeccable impression of what Bengali culture is blessed with. The essence of Durga puja was irresistible with a virtual brew of alluring colors, bright lights, ethereal ...

"Early morning dawdle proceeding the preschool up the hill. A sudden breeze of winter tide made her stand still. Hefty tot tried, couldn't hike much with warm draperies, having wellingtons worn. So was dragged by daddy with a clasp of hands, she pulls her bag of bones backward, couldn't take the weight on. Fails to remember the faces and surroundings, she must have attained zilch from the lessons taught.   Finishing school was a great task to achieve, acutely blissful she must have got. Collecting chestnuts dropped from the trees thinking nuts were bird's eggs, was her belief. Sweet-corn was a popular choice, much easier was hiking through the down slopes of height, what a relief! " Strolling on The Mall, suddenly road ended for me as I bumped into the front gate of my pre-nursery School- Chalet Day.

We get to see a numerous expressions but taking an aspect of innocence is the most alluring moment particularly when it comes to kids. They literally don’t understand the apprehension behind us being on the shooting mode. They are themselves and at their best with no artificiality which we generally may observe while taking other portraits of people.   Kids can pout, sneer or can be annoying at times but they are adorably one of a kind and the expressions are strikingly well. They are full of innocence, as it’s a blessing in itself. As rightly said by a dear friend, when kids mature they develop complex emotions.

When nature speaks of the true colors and shows us some mesmerizing actions then to click that superlative frame, being an amateur is like barking up the wrong tree again and again for me. Macro shooting is the genre which I enjoy the most especially with tiny creatures of our assembled fauna.   The colors, the forms and the activities are astonishing to capture as one gets to behold the real charm of nature.   A picture paints a thousand words and colors speak it all, here is an epitome of the written description. This Caterpillar made me dance to take the still shot of it.  Candid Caterpillar

Photography is capturing what you see around, framing a snapshot and then finally to depict a story out of it but sketching is when you have a story in your mind you tend to show it on a canvas succeeding in making a frame of your real imagination and what you feel inside. It’s an art where you can relatively showcase unrealistic things running inside you. But both are pieces of art and I admire both, sketching being my old passion. To bring out the thoughts on a blank sheet with charcoal in your hand is not only an achievement but how you bring about a masterpiece of your imagination, that belongs to only you and YOU are it's “TRUE CREATOR”.   Now I have a question - "What is this girl upto?"

I met him during one of the photo-walks I did last week. The moment he saw me and my friend approaching abruptly he came to us with a bunch of pens in his hand to sell. The guy was way too notorious and gave poses to my shutter, totally forgot to sell pens instead got himself clicked in every possible perspective he could imagine of course with his whole gang of friends along and after his session got performed, he asked me “Where will you show these pictures?”   I was numb to his question at that time but now I am thinking I wish I could show him where I showed his pictures…