Capturing The Light Rays

Most of the people who pick up the camera try to find the nearest flower to click. Is it just it's beauty? I don't think so. It is the deep focus/ small depth of field (Blur in the background) that one can obtain using 'macro mode' that attracts the most, if you ask me. It is the same reason that makes photos in DSLR look attractive. They give deep focus making the subject in the front sharp. This is the first obsession that most of  the camera owner will have.

I am obsessed with taking Black and White pictures with high contrast, having large portion of the background in black, taking pictures of cloud formations,grungy looks, backlit etc. But ever since I saw the sun rays captured in Pramod Pailoor's this photo in Facebook, Dinesh Hegde's this photo in NatGeo and Shailesh Makwana's this photo in Flickr in quick succession, I fell in love them all over again.

In my childhood, dose used to be baked using firewood, little far from the kitchen. Every morning, these light beams would sneak in to that room. I used to be fascinated with it. I was playing with it while waiting for the next dose. I had even tried to take pictures of them when I had got my hand on digital camera but I was unsuccessful. These photos I saw, rekindled those memories of my childhood in a way and created strong urge to capture similar kind of photos.

But it's not as if it will be readily available! One has to wake up early in the morning and have to set out in search of it. These rays are very alluding in nature. Besides, Who would want to get up early in the winter of December, huh? But the desire to capture something similar was so strong that I kicked my laziness out and caught hold of few such pictures. It was not as difficult to find them as I thought it would be. First few are taken in Sirsi and rest are in Bangalore. Hope you like them as much as I do! I would advice you to click on the pictures to see them in full screen. Please avoid mobile screens to see the photos.

 

 

I would like to deviate a little from the topic here. Just observe how litter has been accumulated inside the park in the above picture. It is this kind of lack of civic sense that makes us Indians ugly. An European man Xaver Xylophon made a short animated video based on the days of riding around in rickshaws in Bangalore. You can see that he has made a point to include litter in so many frames. It is such a shame!

Now, you will let me know which one did you like the most. Wont you? :)

A Trip Down Memory Lane

Baaginakatta. A remote village in Uttara Kannada. It is about 20KM from Yellapura town. From medical treatment to any major commercial transactions, one has to travel to Yellapura. KSRTC bus plights twice a day. Once in the morning and then in the evening. There are only 20 families living in 5KM radius. 90% of them are Havyaka Brahmins. It is believed that their ancestors settled there after fleeing from North India during the attack from Ghajini Mohammad. Interestingly, people who live there say that a lot has improved in a last few years as they have got electricity, phone line and tar road now.

First thing that strikes you as you near this village is its natural beauty. It is surrounded by thick forest. Fresh air and abundant clean water enough for any city dweller to feel each cell of the body coming alive.There are water falls, no network for mobile phones. A very secluded place but without any naxalite issues.

I went there with my parents to visit my missus' grandmother's house. Her uncle Shivarama (Shivanna as he is fondly called) is a teacher in the primary school there. We went to meet him at the school as we were in a hurry to go back. The school is situated in the midst of arecanut plantation. But only when I reached the school to visit him, I realized that it is a single teacher school!

This school has always had a single teacher. There were total of nine students. All were sitting in the same class but they belonged to different classes. From 1st standard to 5th standard. As soon as I entered the classroom, they stood up and greeted us with " Hiriyarige Namaskaragalu" (Greetings to the elders). It brought back the memories of my childhood where standing up and greeting whenever an elder person enters a class was fun. More so, when someone enters the room in the middle of an ongoing class.

I did my primary schooling in Madakatte primary school. A village situated 35KM from Mangalore town. It had six teachers for seven classes. Over the years, the number of students have reduced considerably resulting in the decrease of number of teachers. According to the govt rules, there should be one teacher for every 30 pupils. There are only three permanent teachers left now for 77 students.

Nobody is ready to send their children to Kannada medium govt schools. Only very poor people who can't afford an English medium school send their children to these schools. In spite of management bringing in honarary teachers to add computer classes and English classes, there has been no increase in the number of students. I certainly won't blame the parents for sending their children to English medium private schools as long as they instill sense of pride towards Kannada. In a few years, my school may have to be shut down. It may remain only as a memory. That thought somehow makes me feel queasy. But 'change is permanent'!

Lets come back to Uttara Kannada from Dakshina Kannada. I instantly liked the classroom. It was decorated with paintings made by students, simple paper cuttings, charts etc. The classroom was newly built with the help of donations from the people of the village. Brightly lit classroom and happy faces of the children were delight to watch. Shivanna was beaming when he said that his students are excellent in extra curricular activities. The sense of pride was apparent when he gleefully told us that they had won several prizes in taluk level competitions.

These students may eventually go to cities to continue their education and settle somewhere far from their native. One day after many years if they see this post and the casual photoshoot they were part of, tugs their heartstrings in any way,  I will be the happiest person.

PS: The title for the post was suggested by my close friend Rajeev Komar who studied in this school till 4th standard. He now works at Broadcom.

Merry Christmas

An account of my encounter with a drunk man outside the church on Christmas eve

Yesterday was Christmas. A day of celebration across the world. I was Home Alone! My missus has been in her native from last few days and she won't be back for next ten days either. Sigh! I had some errands to run in the morning. As the night approached, I got an idea to go to the nearest church and see what goes on. I took my camera in shoulder, hopped on my bike and reached St.Joseph' Church, Chamarajapete. I didn't know what to expect. I was thinking that there will be no one as everyone would be celebrating it in home with wine, cake and turkey. But when I reached there, I saw a good number of people outside. I started taking pictures of church from outside the gate. I was not sure if I could go in with a camera. Besides, I was wearing a trouser and not dressed to the occasion.

A guy in faded dress who was passing by saw me and waved at me. He was clearly drunk. He asked me if I know Tamil. I said no. He asked me if I know Hindi. I said I do. He started speaking in bits and pieces of Hindi. I enquired whether he knows Kannada and bingo! He was so relieved. It happens to me all the time. Whenever rickshaw drivers or people in general approach me on the road to ask something, they tend to use Hindi or English even though they are Kannadigas. I make it a point to start a conversation in Kannada with any stranger. Unless they don't know how to speak, I switch. But the trend is opposite in Bangalore. How can you speak Kannada in the IT city! It is considered below the strata. Most of the mothers here speak to their child and dogs only in English. My body burns whenever I see that. Anyway, this is a topic for some other day I guess.

This guy I met, Mani asked me to come inside and take his pictures. When I asked him is it okay to come in trousers and take pictures, he said anyone and everyone is allowed inside the church. I saw a Muslim man selling groundnuts outside, a man in orange dhoti, towel (Bhajarangadala uniform if I can call it so) enter the church and felt happy. Mani made me buy a candle. There were people outside chatting and inside I saw a lot of people capturing pictures with tablets, phones. People were lighting the candles and praying. It was a nice happy environment.

Mani would request me to take his pictures in various poses of him praying. I had to oblige. He photobombed lot of my pictures. He was happy to see the pictures on the camera screen. Just before leaving, he said that he does iron works and he is made to work like a donkey. Drinking a is habit with which he is ruining his life. He can't stop it no matter how he hard he tries as it is his friends who drag him to the bar. They even offer to pay. I asked him to take care. He said that he doesn't have anyone to share anything, but this is the best Christmas he had and he is very happy. I felt good even though I knew that it was the drinks inside him that was talking. 

A Street Photography Experience

I took photos of strangers on street, gave them printed copies the next day. This is an account of the contrasting experience I had.

Few days ago during the night time, there was constant power outage in my area. I decided to take a stroll outside with my camera. I came across an export company and the security guards were sitting inside a room with wire mesh near the gate. That frame caught my eye and I desperately wanted to capture it. It looked straight out of Anurag Kashyap movie. But I haven't done much of street photography especially alone. I feel that I am invading the privacy if I take people's photographs from a distance. In reality it is just a fear of being questioned rather than consciousness about other's personal space :P But if informed about photographing them, they tend to look at the camera and the candour will be lost. I was so fascinated by the frame that I went ahead and asked the security guy whether I can take the picture. They asked me why I want to take their picture. I said it's just a hobby. They asked me to go ahead. As I started taking the pictures, one of the guard asked me to wait and came out. He said that the mesh is blocking the view. He asked the other security person to stand for the photo with him. I obliged and took few photos of him. He was very happy. There were few people coming out of the company by now. He started to introduce them to me. People started to gather and everyone was amused that why I was taking the pictures of some random people. It may be common for the people of market, commercial street etc to see hoards of photographers roaming around, clicking pictures. But for the people of a galli in an obscure street of Chamarajapete, it was something new. The security person then asked me to take pictures of the people there and they all started posing. I spoke to them for some time, found out that they are exporting leather jacket, purses to European countries. It felt so good to see excited faces on the prospect of getting photographed by a stranger.

I was excited for meeting with the the next set of people. After few meters of walk, I saw an elderly couple preparing "Bajji's". I started taking their pictures from a distance without informing them. The lady saw me and smilingly gestured what I was doing? I walked upto her and told her the same story as I did to the security and asked if it was okay. She said, No problem. I started getting few close up shots as a person who may have been a son/acquaintance of the couple started questioning me. He felt that something was not right about it. Even though I assured him that I don't have any kind of malicious intentions, he wouldn't simple listen to me. I showed him the pictures and told him that if he doesn't like it I can delete them. He said go ahead and delete. All this while the lady tried to keep him quite and said its okay, what is wrong in clicking the pictures. I didn't want to argue with him as I felt that I am disturbing the environment and walked away.

The contrast between first and second experiences were stark but really enriching. The stranger photographer can be perceived as a friend or enemy. But going up to them and telling that they are being shot seemed like the best way. It brought people together. It may ruin a candid shot but it could help in bringing new joy. I would love to hear stories from pro street photographers on this.

Then I thought, if taking the picture itself can bring so much joy, what if I give them the photos by getting them printed. That thought itself gave me goosebumps. "Random act of Kindness". I patted my own back and started imagining teary eyed people. But the reality was definitely not as mushy as I imagined it to be :) I got the photos printed next day. It just costs 25rs for five 5*7 size pictures. I was not really happy with the print as it had come darker than the shots I had taken. I went to the security first. As I opened the envelope, security guy announced that "photos are here" as if he was expecting it all along! I handed over the photos to him. I told him that photos have come darker to which he said that they themselves are dark and there is nothing wrong with the picture and said thanks :) I asked him to share it with others. I went to the couples now. I said the same thing. Photo has come dark. I had taken only one copy of the picture (The first one posted here). Boy, was she disappointed! She said it is indeed dark and asked me if I have got the pictures I took of her alone. I said I didn't get them printed as it hadn't come that well. For me, the picture I gave showcased the couple's livelihood and their being together was important to me. Picture was dark but for me it was quite artistic. I like my pictures dark. I never use flash and try to get dark shades in my photos as much as possible. But all these "artsy" things meant nothing to the lady. She wanted to see fully lit face of hers. This gave me practical lesson on why hatke movies hardly get any commercial success. Love story, action, 'hero' are the most important things to them. They can't enjoy a movie without it. Well, most of them. I dropped the expectation of getting a free Bajji and left.

In spite of my shattered dreams to become an unknown special person in these people's lives, I left contented with having a satisfaction of doing a good thing.

Road Trip to Chikkamagaluru-Agumbe-Shringeri : A Photo Blog Part I

The idea was to visit Kuduremukha, Hanumangundi and Shringeri on the long weekend resulted because of Karnataka Rajyotsava falling on a Friday. Four of us friends decided to hit the road and it didn't matter where we are going. Because of that, we ended up enjoying the trip highly in spite of landing up in places we never intended to.

We were supposed to start by 4.30AM from Bangalore got together at 6.30AM, maintaining the Indian Standard Time. Our friend Arjun generously gave us his Fiat Palio (which he rarely took out) even though he was not going to join us. It is a ten year old second hand car whose tire got burst in the previous trip. It was sitting at his office parking lot from 3 months till we asked for it. As the trip was decided impromptu, nobody was able to check its condition properly.  It's silencer had some problem and it was making the sound of cars some punksters ride near college gates. Right when we were stuck in Goragunte Paalya traffic, the car decided to give haath. It wouldn't switch on, no matter what. Where would one find a mechanic so early in the morning?! We managed to get the engine running by giving it jerk. I had a bad feeling about continuing, but others wanted to put up with it in any case. We went straight to Hasana from there without killing the engine again, in empty stomach. There, the mechanic found out that it was some electrical locha and it would take more than a day to fix it . So instead, he gave a temporary solution to turn on the car by rubbing two electrical wires just like they do it on movies while stealing the car!

We had our breakfast at one of our gang member Aalok's house (who had gone on a bike ride to Talakaveri. Read about his scary ordeal here). His father Prashanth Bhat who is a tourist place aficionado (along with being a painter, photographer, Principal of college etc etc)  gave us alternate ideas about which places we can cover.  We headed towards Chikkamagaluru to see Mullayyanagiri from there. Witnessed a crazy accident aversion by Verna car driver followed by a chase to get the Swift driver who could have caused the accident. It was straight out of movies. After all this hungama, reached Chikkamagaluru, had lunch and drove to Mullayyanagiri. Sun was setting gradually by the time we reached there.

Even though one can drive directly to the top of the hill, we decided to park the car on top and come down so that we can trek.

Bettada Melondu maneya maadi..

At one point we got stuck and felt that we will end up in Bababudan giri. It was getting dark and we had option of climbing down or to continue to get stuck somewhere!  To our surprise, my brother Sujith got 3G signal there. When we looked up the Google maps, the trekking path was marked  along with its name as Sarpadaari. We got back to the right path and continued our journey towards the peak.

We finished at top after 2 hours and 50 minutes of trek. Like all the hill tops, this one too has a temple. The only means of getting the food there is from the house of the priest. After requesting him to arrange the food for us, we got down to set up the tent.  With some of the equipment missing, chief engineer Rajeev got into fixing things up.

And finally the tents were up..

It was a first time experience for me to sleep inside a tent. I did feel little claustrophobic. Woke up in the morning to see thick fog outside. After much wait, fog started clearing up and covering the beauty of nature beneath as if someone is switching on and off a button continuously. People were accumulating on the top quite early from the morning itself. There were few vendors with their rickshaws selling rice bhath's and chilli bajji's. After savoring them with tea, we started strolling around. Some had got Karnataka flag and when the fog was cleared for a moment, I got to click this..

Once the fog was cleared, the view ahead of us pure beauty.

Greek god poses..

We started towards Chikkamagaluru after some time, without deciding on our next destination yet...

     Last two images clicked by Rajeev Komar.                                                                                                                                  
(Click here to read the Part II)