Love of Rains

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As a young boy, I was always fascinated by the rains. Fortunately, I grew up in a place where rains were a plenty. We used to get rains two times a year – during the South-West Monsoon and North-East Monsoon. When it rained, it used to be an incessant downpour, which used to last for hours together!

The start of the rains always used to coincide with the start of the new academic year. The first day of school, was always a wet experience; all of us getting drenched. The umbrellas were of little or no help at all; for the rain used to hit us from all sides due to the heavy winds. Sometimes, the umbrella would turn turtle in the wind and getting it back in shape was an effort.

The roads and the by-lanes would be totally submerged with the gushing water as it found its least resistant path to the sea. The front of our house was always knee deep with the rain water. When the rains used to take a break, we children, used to make paper boats and play boat race. We used to be very creative in making the boats. We had a single sail, multi-sail boats, covered and open, catamarans and yachts and so on..

We never had the TV and video games then. We used to play together in the open. That taught us the principles of sharing, caring, give-and-take, compassion, respect, cohesiveness, love and affection.

Sorry to say, todays’ jet age children would not know any of these. They have lost the love for rains and rather hate the rains. The life lessons that the rains taught us in our childhood unfortunately is not relished by the current generation.

How I wish I was a child once again!

 

Photo or Video?

Gone are the days when critics would gaze over a photograph and admire every single detail of the photograph. There was a time when people used to pay attention to the composition, lighting and the story every photograph portrayed.

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People used to comment on the angle of the light and how that accentuated the features of the model in a dramatic or subtle way. The highlights and shadows used to give a dimension to the picture.

All my dreams were shattered once I entered the commercial photography in m home town in India; or rather, the so-called commercial photography domain. Within a span of one year I understood that high-key, vivid colored, flat lit photos were the need of the day than one created with a lot of thought.

I was fascinated by the camera from a very young age. In those film days, photography was considered to be an expensive hobby few could afford. One could not afford to make a mistake while taking a picture. Now in the digital era, an average photographer has a hit ratio of 1:10; that is he gets one good photo on an average when he clicks ten. It is mostly a trial and error game!

Then comes the new age video. Every thing is shot as video. On smart phones, cameras or action cameras. One gets 23 frames or more per second. So there are quite a lot of frames to chose from. The probability of missing a shot got reduced. So to play it safe, video is the best thing now!

There is lesser strain on the viewer in watching a video clip rather than viewing a good photograph and trying to understand the story behind it; like enjoying a painting.

On to the video days!

A Dream Come True

Drove down to Cochin from Coimbatore mainly to drop my daughter who is studying there. Had been hearing about the Cochin Biennale – a culmination of art forms from different parts of the world!. This happens only once in two years.

So, just took my camera and a few lenses and stepped out towards the Boat Jetty in Ernakulam. I decided to take the boat to Cochin as it was faster and more picturesque.

Got down at the Fort Cochin boat jetty. There were many like me who had come to see the Cochin Biennale. The streets were abuzz with tourists from all over the world. I started walking towards the Aspinwall House, which was the main venue for the Biennale.

There were may mural paintings on the walls of the street. One such painting caught my eye.. the detailing was so realistic!

After a few minutes walk reached the main venue – Aspinwall House. It was a very old group of buildings in a very big compound by the waterside. The organisers had made the whole place look exquisite without spoiling the heritage look of the buildings. Each room had the work of an artist with a brief note about the art form exhibited and the artist at the entrance to each room.

The open space between the buildings were also used to display creative work by artists from far and wide..

never felt that the simple coconut husk – coir – could be made into sheets with intricate textures!.

another set of work by local artists..

artifacts and antiques..

and art forms from waste…

Mechanical creations…

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Bold expressions….

true to life paintings..

perspective paintings….

…. and more…and more….

follow me for more pics from Cochin Biennale, to be posted soon.

Cheers!