Disclaimers : To really understand this post, you will have to know this one.
Preeti, 23 years old, armed with a Bachelor of Arts degree in Psychology. Preeti, like the homonym of her name, is a pretty girl with a very adorable dimpled smile and laughing eyes. She has a lot of friends, is a decent student and loves her books. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and is a daddy’s girl. Sounds very typical bubbly, girl-next-door, does she? Well, she also has a dark side, not so much dark as quirky. She likes to party once in a while and when I say party I mean you are in for a roller coaster of crazy adventures. When the pressure really gets to her, she sneaks up to the rooftop for a quiet smoke. And despite strict restrictions from her father, she has a well concealed tattoo.
Pammi auntie runs a marriage bureau – you heard it right, a bureau for eligible suitors – and she always keeps an eye out for possible matches, in short ka-ching! Pammi auntie is quite ‘inquisitive’ by nature, you could say its a talent and she has an eye out for ‘Matches made in Heaven’ – not the cliched idiom, that’s the name of her marriage bureau. As soon as she saw Preeti at her cousin’s wedding she became dreamy-eyed and only one face floated around her as if she was love struck – Siddharth. Pammi auntie rushed to Sid’s place immediately the next day, dragging her heavy body up the 12 steps, panting and gasping, barely getting the words out to Sid’s mom. ‘Ting’! A sparkle in Sid’s mom’s eye and she rushed to his dad. What better day than Sid’s birthday to bring up this topic?
The news traveled fast to Preeti’s house and her parents were delighted with the proposal. Everything was almost fixed save for Preeti’s go-ahead. The problem was, Preeti knew this day would come and quite soon, but no matter when it came she was not ready for it. Little did she know how headstrong and unprepared for marriage she was till her dad came to talk to her that night. She was completely engrossed in reading “The Great Gatsby”, fascinated by the wonderfully complex psyches of the different characters when her dad knocked softly on the door. After he entered, there was yelling, bouts of anger, spell of tears, sappy hugs, anger again and a topping of subtle emotional blackmail and her dad emerged a winner. These discussions can never be pleasant or easy even. But somehow at the end of it all, she ended up agreeing to marry Sid. Besides he was about OK to look at too.
It was 2 am in the morning, the night was still and the moon was casting an eerie glow. She sneaked to her usual get-away with her box of treasures and a light. She was enjoying her smoke after the absolutely nerve wrecking 3 hours when a gleam caught her eye. Puzzled, she opened her half-open box of treasures. She pulled out the shiny object and started weeping uncontrollably. It was her favorite butterfly headband. She had completely lost touch with herself, what she had just agreed to suddenly sank in. How could she be already getting married? It was surreal, unnatural. She could not explain even to herself what emotional turmoil her heart and mind were going through. But she wiped her eyes with conviction, gathered her booty and climbed back into her room. That night she slept peacefully.
Preeti was getting ready for her wedding. The day had arrived and she hadn’t realized how 6 months had already passed. She knew what needed to be done, but she was only dreading her wedding night. She was hyperventilating and under a lot of pressure but she could not even sneak out for a quick smoke in her wedding dress! She just decided to handle the situation with the flow. Four hours later Preeti was married and was effectively ‘Mrs. Sid’! Oh, the horror! Alone in Sid’s room she was jumping at every small squeak, rustle and click without realizing that all these sounds were made by her. But this was some unusual sound, someone was coming closer, the sound was becoming louder and louder. She was in a cold sweat and couldn’t bear the thought of what was in store for her. Suddenly a loud revving noise came to her and she rushed to the window. What she saw, she could never have imagined. There he was zooming away on a monster of a bike. Her face suddenly brightened all over with a huge smile and she crashed on the bed. She was fast asleep and drooling as soon as her head hit the pillow.
(To be continued… )
- Made for each other (thoughtsunrestricted.wordpress.com)
For this week’s challenge I have some fitting pictures that I took at a vineyard I recently visited. You can read about it here. Here are some pictures I did not publish at that time. The emblem of Sula vineyards is incidentally SUN 🙂
- Sula Vineyards, India (thoughtsunrestricted.wordpress.com)
- Blueness (theifsnwhens.wordpress.com)
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Sun (mothergrogan.wordpress.com)
- Sun & daily drama (Weekly Photo Challenge) (cardinalguzman.wordpress.com)
- Weekly Photo Challenge : Sun (cherylandrews.wordpress.com)
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Sun (maggiephotgraphy.wordpress.com)
Locked in on this rainy afternoon, sick with cold, gave way to a quiet movie time. I popped open my laptop and started watching the latest Woody Allen movie – always a pleasure – ‘Midnight in Paris‘. I was as lost as Gil (Owen Wilson), trying to find his identity in the glitz and glamour of the golden era – according to him 1920’s. He becomes a part of this subtle time travel and ends up spending summer night parties with F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway, Pablo Picasso and the likes. I am so overwhelmed and intimidated just to write these names, I could not imagine being confronted by them!
The movie got me thinking about a great classic that I read recently – The Great Gatsby by Scott Fitzgerald. It was surprising to know that the author’s life itself was filled with bold, raw…
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There are some really wonderful clicks here… enjoy
New York, it’s a hell of a town. This was my second visit to the city that never sleeps, but my first time seeing so much of it. A few photographer friends and I spent a long weekend exploring, taking pictures and of course eating. New York is a fun city but one visit every few years is plenty for me.
I had resolved not to write posts with such cheesy titles, but could not resist this particular one. I ride my bike to work every day and that’s pretty much my self introspection time. Almost all of the posts I have written till now have been conjured on my bike. Today was no different. I was in my usual flow of thoughts when I started thinking about my camera, photography and what has changed in me ever since I got my gear.
- Photos with ‘me’ as the subject are not important anymore.
Surprising turn of events. No matter what people say or how humble they try to act. Nobody can mask that smidgen of narcissism while looking at photographs, almost always we are looking to see how we look in the pictures. But as soon as you get behind the lens and click someone else’s picture, a compliment paid to the photograph is the biggest compliment for you.
- Places get excitement quotient and brownie points for being photogenic.
Some people can very easily misinterpret this particular point. I seen photography enthusiasts being misjudged by people when they think that people with fancy cameras forget to enjoy the beauty and essence of the place. I would say its the bang opposite. Atleast in my case I have learnt to better appreciate a structure or location when I try to capture it. Not just that, every picture i take is with the aim that the person viewing it feels the mood and maybe even relate to what I felt then and there.
- I feel restless if I don’t click pictures every once in a while.
I confess, I am not the most particular or sincere person. Boredom comes quickly to me and I speedily lose interest. Surprisingly I discovered something that I am consistent at.
- I have become more observant.
I was always observant of new places. What changed about me was, I became more observant of the most mundane and everyday places. I pass a tree that’s stood around the corner of my street all my life which I barely noticed all these years, suddenly looks different every day now.
- Changed the way I look at things.
Angle and perspective of looking at things, not just visually moulds a person. My perspective towards things visually has definitely changed and this also reflects in the way I deal with situations.
- Camera bag, new cool handbag.
Handbags and girls are inseparable. You can find almost anything in my handbag, starting from wet tissues to wallet to lip gloss to kindle. I can just go on, but I spare you the horrors of my handbag 🙂 Now-a-days I have stopped lugging around my huge handbag and all my stuff has found appropriate compartments in my camera bag. Finally my stuff is now organised and I can find everything within 2 seconds 😀
- Mild passion slowly turning into a raging addiction.
What you percieve as just an interesting hobby will soon become an inseparable addiction. You will get angry when you don’t have your camera and you want to click a picture. You will be known as “the person who clicks all the time”. At one moment you are just trying your hand at this cool new interest and before you know it, you will have the ICS (Incessant Clicking Syndrome) and there is no escape, cure or rehabilitation. “Hi, I am a photographolic!”
- Weird looks and crazy experiences.
I will just give you a few tips and let your imagination do the work of building the stories around them –
- Look where you are standing before getting carried away while taking a picture
- If you click a candid picture of someone on the road, do not go and show it to them. It will NOT be appreciated.
- Make sure your camera is always loaded with the memory card and your battery is always charged.
- Ignore people around you if you need to take picture lying down or squatting because they WILL comment.
- Wonderful blog audience. Grateful for all the support.
Over the past year I have come across such wonderfully talented people and I have learnt so much from their work. I really love to document my work here on my blog and the wonderful comments I get never fail to brighten my day. Thank you all.
- One of the two most integral parts of my life.
As simple as that. Out of the two things I absolutely cannot live without, photography is one.
I am very pleased with the outcome of this wonderful interest and I hope to continue clicking. Despite all the scary warnings and tips 😉 I will encourage the hidden photographer in you to peep out. It’s totally worth it!
- Photography “A new passion” (anshitaag.wordpress.com)
- Has Instagram made everyone’s photos look the same? (thedarkglobe.wordpress.com)