Sunday, December 20, 2015

The Caged Predator

Maybe I am not meant be tamed;
Maybe I was born to run wild.
Maybe all the fairy tales,
Were nothing but sweet lies.

Maybe I am meant to hunt,
To stalk, chase and gnaw my prey.
Not to laze around in a cozy lounge,
With delicacies on my silver tray.

Maybe they wrote my story with an open ending,
Not an effortless happily-ever-after.
To struggle and shape my own end,
With or without fancy, grand gestures.

Maybe I was created to be constantly tested,
To be challenged, till dusk from dawn.
Maybe I was put here as a message:
To the universe - bring it on.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Let Me Take Your Selfie!

Oh how I hate selfie sticks!

Being someone who loves clicking pictures, I actually should be ecstatic that someone somewhere invented this device where the photographer too is a part of a picture instead of just being a constant clicker. Now, I don’t have to be the 'outlier', standing with my camera, clicking away, getting picture courtesy’d and strutting around flaunting the better clicks – sometimes impressing people with some photography mumbo-jumbo. But that is not what taking a picture is about, right?

What is the inherent idea of taking a picture? Creating a memory or putting a moment on record. Of course, I am not getting into the short term objective of social media posts and display pictures. However, the long term idea is that when you look back to this picture; say after 20 years, you’ll remember the trip and the moment when it was clicked.

Now think of how a selfie stick memory will be like? “Oh! We went to the beach and clicked this picture of us together. Cute, right?

And how it used to be around 5 years back? “Oh! We went to the beach and wanted a picture together. So we requested this random tea-stall guy to click. But the dude didn’t know how and we had to teach him. After a point, even our smiles had to be forced. It took him 10 attempts to finally get the right one and he did take a decent one. Later he apologized for the delay since he had never handled a camera before and was excited. This is that perfect picture he took – oh but look at the other ones too. Actually it was fun seeing him handle a camera. Sweet boy.”

What’s the difference? In addition to the picture, you got yourself a story. You interacted with a complete stranger and shared a moment with him. The whole experience wasn’t about you or your group, but it got extended to someone you never knew existed. Somewhere you gave him a happy memory too!

There is a whole process that is getting eradicated. It starts with scanning the potential picture-takers from the available humans around - those already with a camera being preferred! Trying to figure out the right thing to say - especially if you’re a bunch of girls requesting a guy and his lady seems, well, conservative. Assuring the person that the camera settings are all in place and all you have to do is click. Maybe, strike a deal – you click mine, I’ll click yours.

Of course, you always have these over enthusiastic bunch of people, who strike up a conversation about who you are and where you’re going, which adds more to the whole interaction.

But the point is can you imagine the responsibility on the person at that moment? Some people actually look scared - holding the camera like a bomb! A complete stranger - you’ll probably never see or talk to again - cares so much about your picture being perfect. It’s like their life depends on it. They even take 2-3 shots to ensure you are happy! Damn, they care! And the satisfactory smile on their faces, when you thank them? Priceless!

We hardly converse with unknown people. Be it due to technology or society in general – strangers are becoming more distant. Suspicions and doubts creep in before any other feeling when a stranger strikes up a conversation with you. Comfort zones are what make a person happy – my circle, people I know, my house, the pub I go to every weekend and of course, my selfie stick!

Somewhere there is a lack of an interesting story with a memory created through a selfie stick. Maybe there’ll be one if a random stranger snatches the one in your hand, breaks it and then offers to click your picture. That would be epic. Also, psychopathic - to some people.

Ok, this can go on. I should stop now.


Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Walk On!

How exactly do you define that moment when you are at the peak of a mountain and you want the world to disappear?  Why do you go quiet in the middle of the barren desert and crave for that silence to go on forever? What makes you forget everything around and just gaze at a stream flowing in the middle of a forest? To sum it all up, what is it about travelling that gives you such an intense high, which no amount of natural / chemical substance can offer?

Last 6 months have been exhilarating on so many levels for me. October 2014 to April 2015 I’ve been through the mountains, plains and the sea, covering Sikkim, Rajasthan, Himachal Pradesh, Punjab, Goa and some parts of Maharashtra. Without a doubt, each and every place I’ve stepped on has been a delight – quiet different and unique from the other. However this is not about all the places I’ve visited individually (maybe I’ll get to that some other time) – it’s about the motivation behind the ever-growing desire of packing my bags and starting off again!

From every street that I’ve been to, I’ve brought something back with me – a mental souvenir. Yes, there are always the photographs that help cherish it all and summarize the journey in all possible angles – yet another passion of mine. But nothing can replace the silent thoughts in your mind, the wind that touched your skin and the air you took in while speechlessly staring at the breathtaking view. This is the abstract experience that you take home with you. Reliving these moments in your mind can make you smile randomly while stuck in the mad traffic with cars honking all around, can make you regroup during a stressful encounter at work or can help you phase out an unpleasant situation. Basically, when things aren’t really going your way, shut yourself off and take five minutes to go back to that place your mind is madly in love with. Voila! All the shit is gone – True story!

The journey to a place and exploring that place gives you time with the most important person in your life - you (yes, in spite of the fact that you are on a trip with ten other people). It opens up your mind beyond the mails in your inbox, the ugly chats on Whatsapp, the drama with the boy / girl you like, the offers in your favourite stores, the deadline that you’ll surely miss and its aftermath, the grocery shopping – you know how the list goes. Travelling takes you beyond this list – and you don’t even have to be philosophical about it. Just take a step and keep walking.

It takes some balance between the usual, routine, business-as-usual life that you live and the life that keeps you sane – but try taking that trip you were putting off since forever and test this theory out yourself.

And of course the next time you see me in a corner day-dreaming or smiling at nothing, you know the reason why. Or maybe not!