AMIDST AN EVENT
It will be a brisk event, a two-day reunion of our college batch mates. As one of the organizer I’m anxious about its outcome, how many of my batch mates might show up, would we get an appreciative thumbs up at the end? Even though the fanfare we have planned, the mighty swirling river Godavari as the background, I could feel the sweat flowing down my clothes.
The elegant river, the provocatively swaying flowers, the sailing boats, dignified clouds all seemed rumbling in a rhythm that I felt as if asking me, ‘come on man, what are you waiting for, unpack your photo gear, get ready.’ Strangely within a few hours of my arrival, they already knew, ‘I’m in love with nature, with colors, with photography.’
Whatever the responsibilities of the event, sure, I know they are urgent and pressing, but within the twenty-four hours of my stay, I wouldn’t want to miss the vibrant hues I’m surrounded with. I filled all the hours of my mind on the arrangements, but my eyes never were off from the lens sitting on the tripod. It amazed me what the naked eye cannot see how wonderfully my lens reveals it and then frames it – the patterns, the shades, the details in small things which curiously become overwhelming, appealing, and prompts a childlike excitement.