Why do I click these pictures?
Is it about my aunt? Or is it about my dad? I am not sure yet.
This is an uncomfortable thing to do and that is perhaps why.
With aunt, I always had a warm relationship. Yet, in the last few years, we’ve maintained a distance, because in proximity we had disagreements.
With dad, it’s a lot of the same. Yet, it is completely different.
Like I said in my post on my daughter, relationships are hard and messy. A thin veil of disagreements always linger. How you handle them defines the relationship. Maybe this is my half-baked study on relationships, especially disagreements and how we deal with them.
I don’t know. I mostly just click.
She invades your personal space like no one else can. Yet, you don’t mind it.
She shares her fear of monsters and expects you to slay them. You hug her hard, for you were responsible in bringing her to this big bad world!
Her world is filled with good rabbits and bad wolves. Beanstalks that grow to the sky and ogres taller than trees.
And princesses locked up in castles!
It hurts you no end that the rescuer is always a prince in shiny armour. Not daddy!
There’s only one man in her life. Daddy. You think, wishfully.
One day, she will be out seeking a new man of her choice. You have to let go!
Relationships are hard and messy. Yet, being a daddy to your little girl is special. You’ll do it again without batting an eyelid.
I am a professional photographer.
Strange things are happening around me! I cannot explain it yet.
I think it all started after that particular client meeting on August 5th. The meeting was a disaster!
We met at CCD. The old man wanted a photographer for his daughter’s wedding and had asked for my portfolio.
I would have been fine if he had simply rejected me. He rubbed it in by laughing at my photos. “Enappa idhu? Ondu photo’nu nettagae illaa!,” he pushed the sample album aside with a smirk on his face. It was the most humiliating moment in my career! He didn’t even pay the coffee bill, I had to.
What a jerk!
As he got into his car, I took my camera out. For some reason, I wanted to take his picture.
I pressed the shutter button. It didn’t work. Damn!
The shutter button had gotten jammed. I took it to the service centre. The technician took it in. He came back after 10 minutes and said he didn’t find anything wrong with the camera. The shutter button worked just fine.
Really? I asked him to check again. Continue reading
Running a business is like being in a gorge. Your visibility is only upto the next curve.
Wish you all a fantastic 2011!
May all your dreams come true! May the travel gods smile upon you! May your bikes take you places! May your cameras click wonderful images! May you live the life you always wanted to! May there be more leaves when you want to travel! 🙂
May your life be wonderful!!!
2010 through the rear-view mirror:
2010 to me was fantastic in terms of travel and photography!! Initially, I thought I would do a full fledged year review, but thought year reviews are too personal and hence wanted to save you the trouble of reading through yet another boring review.
So, I thought I will just list a few memorable moments of 2010.
Okay folks! Time to wind up living in Borneo!
This is mostly a meta-post about previously written posts to give a better perspective of my trip. Also, I will try to cover a couple of things I haven’t spoken about yet.
First, thanks to the people who made this trip possible and a successful one.
- My wife who was pretty cool about me leaving her and going to an exotic location for 10 days
- Adarsh for being a wonderful companion and for all the painstaking research on Borneo
- The kind-hearted taxi driver who helped us at Kota Kinabalu
- Tong Ali, our amazing and friendly guide at Uncle Tan
- Lan, Olong and other friendly guys at Uncle Tan
- Yunus, our soft-spoken and gentle guide for the Mt Kinabalu climb
- Jenny, the energetic guide at Gunung Mulu
Here is a list of our sightings in Borneo (mostly at Uncle Tan’s, few at Mulu and Mt Kinabalu) .Thanks to Adarsh for sharing his list with me.
“Nann hesaru Basappa antha, illi thumba varushadindha iddinee (my name is Basappa, I’ve been here since many years)”, the Dasayya at the Kalyani (pond) in Melkote tells me, polishing his brass vessel with lemon.
Every morning, he comes to the Kalyani near the temple and performs religious tasks for devotees at a small fee. His day starts early… applying the Vishnu nama on his forehead, polishing his brass vessel and plate, cleaning the shanka (conch) and jagate (stick to hit the plate)… and then approaching devotees offering his service.
Living this way is the only thing he knows. Clearly, life for this Dasayya revolves around the temple. Before I could ask him more questions, ‘clients’ arrive and I thank him for his time and leave.
Am not a foodie! My experiments with food are… boring! Yet.. thought I will give you a quick idea of the food I had in Malaysia.
The collage above is numbered. Let me walk you through it.
‘Younus! How do you think we managed the climb?’
‘Hmmm… okay’, muttered our guide. More silence…..
‘Hmmm…. you guys took a lot of time’, he added.
‘Aaarghh! No, you are not supposed to speak like that in our video’, I told our honest guide!
A video for self glorification was being shot at the top of Mt Kinabalu at a height of 13400ft. What the guide just told in front of the camera was not exactly what we wanted the world to know.