12Comments ५ दिवसात फोटोग्राफर कसं बनायचं?

दिवस १:
तुम्हाला seriously कॅमेरा घ्यायचाय का? तुमच्या 'Pro' मित्राला विचारा कुठला घेऊ.
ProTip: एकालाच विचारा. अनेकांना विचारला तर सगळे मिळून इतका confusion करतात की पुढचे दोन महिने नक्की कुठला कॅमेरा घेऊ विचार करण्यातच जातात.

दिवस २:
उगाच internet वर reviews वाचल्यासारखं करा. म्हणजे तुमचा कॅमेरा कुठला घ्यायचा fix असतो, पण तरी timepass म्हणून 'हा बाबा काय म्हणतोय. ती बाई काय म्हणतीये' बघून ठेवा. म्हणजे 'Pro' मित्रांनी विचारलं की reviews वाचले का? की हो म्हणता येतं.

दिवस ३:
तो पहिल्या दिवशीच ठरवलेला कॅमेरा विकत घेऊन या. अन मग जरा हवा करा. facebook वर वगैरे टाका 'Bought new camera n it 's awesome!' वगैरे. तेवढ्याच comments येतील जरा.

दिवस ४:
थोडे photos काढायचा try करा. या दिवशी तुम्हाला कळत की तुम्हाला कॅमेर्यातलं ओ का ठो कळत नाही. मग थोडा वेळ वाटायला लागत की च्यायला उगाच आणला कॅमेरा.
Tension नका घेऊ. एक काम करा. परत Internet वर जाऊन जरा keywords वाचा. जरा ५-१० terms चा रट्टा मारा. लगेच वाटायला लागतं की येतं थोडंफार.

दिवस ५:
haan. आता आज कॅमेरा घेऊन कुठेतरी चांगल्या ठिकाणी जा. इतके पैसे टाकून घेतलेला कॅमेरा इतका भारी असतो की तुम्हाला स्वताला काही फारसं करावं लागत नाही. करूही नका. उगाच चांगला कॅमेरा बिघडायचा.
१०० फोटो घ्या, एक तरी चांगला येतोच. टाका facebook वर. उगाच हवा करायला काहीतरी aperture, shutter speed, exposure वगैरे शब्द वापरा.

Thats it! झाला की तुम्ही फोटोग्राफर!

3Comments Decisions

I hear people saying "This is the most important exam/year/decision in my life. My whole life depends on it."

Just wanna say - No. Its not. Life never depends on one particular point.

Once you realize this, you will take decisions without fear. You will live life as it's meant to live.

--
To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong. (via @abinashtripathi)

5Comments A black spot

Monday, August 6, 1945


I was at Hiroshima port for booking a ticket to Australia. It was necessary for safety of my family. As an ex-military officer, I knew something is gonna go wrong. And I think they knew it too. America gave us a warning. But nobody listened. I got fired instead for protesting against attacks. Well, may be its for good. I thought I'll shift to Australia with my family n live in peace for a few years. 


So there I was talking to people at Hiroshima port and I heard noise. I looked above and saw a small black spot far away above main city. Wait, I know what it was, It was an Atomic Bomb. Yeah, there was nuclear attack on Hiroshima city. My city... 


Almost automatically, I ran and jumped in the water. My skin burned. I knew it'll affect less in water so I started swimming. There was no hope for my family. They are all dead. For sure. and I'll be dead too, unless I go as long as possible from this place. Hiroshima port is far away from actual city. but not far enough. The fact that my skin got burned by the flash means It's sure gonna affect me. No point in turning back. No transports gonna help. Reaching nearby island was the only option.


Focus. Keep swimming. Focus. I kept saying to myself. I swam n swam n swam of hours.. and finally I reached Miyajima island. I was exhausted. I don't remember what happened after that but I think I lost my conscience and people helped me. They heard my story. They gave me food. They gave me place to stay. They gave me cloths. They gave me some money. They were so helpful. 
At night, I cried a lot.. for my family.. friends.. relatives.. neighbors.. They were all dead... and for no reason.. just like that..


Next day, I called my sister who was living in different city. Now she was my only relative. She asked me to come to her place. And made me say yes. I thanked all people who helped me and took a boat to Kyoteijomae. I decided to go to Kurokawa by train and then after that by bus via express highway. It was horrible journey. more than a days journey and nothing to do. I remembered the blast again and again. I was not sure if I should call myself lucky. No family, no home, no money is actually like a punishment. I didn't touch newspapers. They were all full of one and only one thing - atomic bomb at Hiroshima.


I reached my sisters house in the evening. I told her whole story.. again..   But this time it was not that painful. Staying with someone you know really helps. Lets forget it for now. There's always a new day. I ate dinner with that thought in my mind. I said good night to my sister and was about to go to my bedroom, I heard a loud sound. I looked out of window. 
It was August 9 at around 10:45 at night. I was looking out of a window of a house in Nagasaki city. And I saw a black spot in the sky... Again... And this time it was right above me...


-----
[obviously fictional. I don't know if the details are perfect. sorry if somethings not correct.]
-----




For tomorrow is another day
well that is what we always say
but does optimism always help?
Oh life's such a delusional play...
- Indrani


----
Edit2: Abhijit told me there's a guy who survived not just one but both the blasts.. http://goo.gl/x6E0 interesting read..

4Comments Peace is..

Like dew drops on sunflower..

Like watching a smooth flight of a kite..

Like sitting on a beach at night..

Like listening to sound of waves..

Like watching a bird building his nest..

Like playing a soft harp in background..

Like sitting alone on a mountain top..

Like raindrops on glass window..

Like listening to classical guitar..

Like driving on a straight empty road...

...

[photo via]