"Hamsini"

And to think she chose to shave her three months later.

Ballsy.Very. :)

I'm going that way soon.

Freedom sigh.

Kanna.

Snapped this at an event I was assigned. Saw Hip Hop in a different light.Pun Intended.

DJ Kanna at his best.

Go ahead, Click on it.

CosmoJelly

Starting today, One new photograph every week.

:)

This is a shot of my brother's footsteps on a special floor that uses oils in between the two plates of glass with a light from under. Fun and makes for interesting compositions. Click on the photograph for better viewing.

Comments and critique welcome.

HDR again.

Like I said, I'm hooked. High Dynamic Range. Tone mapped slightly. Working on stuff like this seems to have a mild therapeutic (read intoxicating) effect on my state of mind.

Here's another one. I've had to compress the photograph to fit it here. The textures are obviously a little different and the image is overall much softer.I suggest you click on the image to see what I mean.

The tilt was intentional. I felt the distorted angle added a little more.

Feedback Please.

I've got that feeling back oh yes.

High Dynamic Range photography is the rage these days. For those unaware, it is when we take three photographs of the same setting or object with different exposures and merge them to bring out details with an interesting impact to the overall face of the picture. We then tone map( fiddle with technicalities), to bring out something that would not be possible with just one picture.

There's a lot of criticism about HDR and tone mapping.A lot of photographers look down upon it, like a loudmouth bloke from the northern plains in a library, or flirting at a funeral. You could also compare it to using Nitrous oxide to give your car a temporary boost of speed.It's not cheating when it's a street race....if you get what I mean. A rock guitarist to a classical sitarist, a free style pop locker to ballet............you get my drift.


Anyway, so the following is the FIRST time I've dipped my feet into this pool.....and I think I'm going to be here for a while.


I'd just like to know.......which one you think is the better of them....,,I had to compress them(twice) to get them on here...but yes...let me know.

Cheers :) 

Heaven?

Untitled. Give me Ideas?

Winds of Change.

I know it's been almost a month. The folks at Indiblogger won't be too happy with me. It's been a wild ride the last couple of weeks, moving to a new city and starting university and all that....though it feels like I'm back in school again...for reasons I shall mention later....but hmm..


I wanted to cover the journey and my first few days into university. This is one attempt. I'm using a Canon 600D with an 18-55mm IS and 50mm f/1.8.Random clicks. I've taken a liking to monochrome. I love my new camera. Needless to say. But still.

Delhi airport domestic terminal...while waiting for my flight to Pune.

Boxie!

I was revising(read preparing to fail) for my accountancy practical exam, then couldn't get any sleep.Taken at 5:40 am after listening to 'Angel' by Massive Attack over and over again. 

Trip Hop for the win.

Thank God for Coffee Beans.

It's the first time I've tried something completely abstract and conceptual.
I seem to have developed a relationship with boxie. Can't wait to take more.

Juxtaposed

Serendipity?

Solitary

I had taken this one over Diwali. Hope you like it.

Nostalgia II

Continued from Nostalgia . 
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"Yeah sure. You got a match?"

"Here. You got another Cigarette?"

"No lets go get some. Besides you don't like Phillip Morris products"

"No I never said that. What I said was , the Marlboro man was gay icon"

"Fair enough"

They walked down to the nearest panwadi literally 'paan man'. Street slang  for the one who sells paan. However over time since God only knew when, they acted more like mobile stalls for Cigarettes, chewing gum, toffee, and of course, paan amongst other related products such as safety matches and lighters. There was always activity at such a stall.

There was a certain unexplainable respect that these people commanded. Maybe it was the intimidating signs announcing to the world that Selling tobacco products to those below the age of 18 was a criminal offence.Maybe it was the power they had of refusing to sell you something that you so dearly craved for.

Come to think of it, these makeshift vendors had very loyal customers.

Bannerjee took out his camera. It cost him almost the same amount his friend spent on a second hand Royal Enfield motorcycle. He mounted his 50mm prime on to the camera body, This one was his favourite lens amongst all. He looked through the viewfinder and adjusted the focus ring. click click click. Three frames per second. 


"How do you do that?" Apoorv asked as his left hand nurtured and protected the flame from a match freshly struck and brought it to the other end of his Classic Mild. click click click.


"By clicking a button and holding it down?"

"Now is not the time man. I meant, how do you get the shots to look so...emotional?"

He looked at a few pictures taken earlier with his favorite lens. The focus was just right. The backgrounds beautifully blurred.All thanks to this small piece of glass and metal that had a fixed focal length. Screw Zoom.

"I get what you mean....I really don't know, I just see what I like, wait until I think it's the right time and click"

"All in less than a second?"

"You make it sound like I'm some wizard"

"I'd say you were, but that would just make you full of yourself"

He saw the three inch screen on the back of the camera. The shot was perfect. A little bit of the yellow umbrella, a little bit of the different brands of cigarettes, the gum, the lighters and in the center of all the face of the old man making paan.

The next one showed a classic mild just after it had been lit, the smoke wafting away, the glow of the burning tobacco, and fingers that seemed very familiar.

"You should tell people before taking their pictures"

"Never have the time"

There was so much of color. Somehow the pictures saddened him. All pictures did. Yet there was this deep sense of unexplainable satisfaction after a shot well clicked. Like a nicotine rush. Naturally caused.

They walked back....even though they were both grown adults they still did not enjoy the right to smoke without having the previous generations worth of friends and relatives appalled. Hypocrite bongs all of them.

"So after three years, almost everyone will be here?" asked Bidyut.

"Well.....not quite." replied Apoorv.

"Why? Who's not coming?"

"No I mean.....Everyone will be there."

There was a slight smirk and a glint in his eyes. Bannerjee decided he'd rather be surprised.

Back Alley

      I don't remember when I took this one..... I remember it was a holiday and in the afternoon sometime.

Aged and wise.

Was out taking a walk around a neighbourhood park, when I thought I should experiment with flash. I'm not too happy with it, but since it's my first intentional shot at night using flash, I'm not dissapointed either.

Imagery.

I have no idea about what this is. It just.........happened.... :| 

Boredom kills.

Wish you were here.

Note: I had nothing better to do. And this was the last one in the pack. This picture was NOT taken with my spice S 1200. It was taken with some some canon digicam I can't remember.Hence the noise.

Me.

Two steps to the left and it would've been perfect.

Shot in between the Indian and western segments of Br.Bergin's music meet at Mount. St. Mary's, Parade Road New Delhi. I'ts a brilliant place to study. I love the school. 

Avranav Singh Roy's shots.

My good friend and amazing vocalist Avranav Singh Roy is very keen and has a very good eye for this stuff. These were clicked by him a few days ago. I just tweaked them a bit. I love them :)

Shrutika has hot feet...looool.

My friend Shrutika Nagpal took this one. I helped her out with the editing. =)

She took it with some Nokia Phone Camera....the one that everyone has...some 53XX. 

For those of you who don't get it....she's sitting on the side of some pool with petals in it, about to fall in

Her reflection is what you see as a shadow.