"Black Warrant" is released today on Netflix.
Had an incredible experience being part of the crew, filled with extraordinary people.
And not less than an achievement working again with the favourite Camera Team
@somosahi@runalocular@ujanuj@iamthedamn
#trialbyfire is out today on Netflix.
Greatest thanks to the wonderful team @somosahi@runalocular@ujanuj@anklesgraam@iamthedamn for letting me be a part of this extraordinary journey. Had an unforgettable time learning and falling in love a little too much with this craft of pictures and lights.✨
I love Nostalgia and how it adds a sense of yearning for something you couldn't reach to.
I love Grief and how it never ends entirely.
I love Math and I love Music and how they unravel the secrets of the Universe.
I love Light and I love how we see it differently at different points of life.
I love People, in general, and I love how their lovely eyes sparkle in front of the camera.
I love Bob Dylan, I love Kerouac, and the harmonica, and a Marlboro pack, and cats.
I'm always ready to leave home, and I always miss home.
Oh, I love the roads that I've crossed, and the ones I'm yet to.✨
I will always be fascinated with the search
the search since centuries,
the search for eternities.
Regardless of the uncertainty of an answer,
there’ll never be an end to the questions.
I love how questions never end.✨
Jim Corbett, in one of his books, wrote about terror. He stated, "The word 'terror' is so generally and universally used in connection with everyday trivial matters that it is apt to fail to convey, when intended to do so, its real meaning."
He was talking about the terror of thousands of humans that live in and around the vicinity of a man-eating leopard for years.
I often wonder about the internal terror we, as humans, carry in our minds. The terror, so uncontainable, so unfathomable, yet so real.
I remember once in my teen years, when I was cycling back home and was hit by a bike and fell on the street right in front of my house. In those dire moments of the event, when my mother got to know about the accident, she was terrified to the core, and in my injured state, I saw in her anxious eyes an immense fear. I realized how her mind would have shuffled through a thousand thoughts about my well-being and how hard it would have been for her to breathe normally.
Another time in my life, I faced terror when the unresponsive body of my grandma lay on the hospital bed, and the doctor disappointedly announced her death in a low voice. The terror of that moment, which literally shook the land beneath me, the terror too strong to be explained through any reason or comparison. The terror, too ghastly for any rational cell of my mind to contemplate.
I've come across multiple such events of terror in life, but I always thought that it has its time of occurrence, though mostly unannounced. I thought there's a pattern which Terror follows while preying on us.
Unfortunately, in the past few years of growing up, I've been acquainted with the kind of terror that lives within, that doesn't leave me and makes me shiver in the coldness of night or in the emptiness of the day.
The terror that sits in all the empty spaces that once were filled with voices and giggles of my childhood home.
The terror that follows like a shadow and questions all my actions and their viability to me. The terror that reminds me always of the end, of the mortality of myself and everything around.
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Dear Teacher,
It's been a few years now. Been a few years since I crossed 25. I ended up again with nowhere to look at, to speak to, and thus was reminded of you. A lot has changed since I last wrote to you. The things that were crucial at that point have lost their significance in my life. What once were regular occurrences have become rare in life now. Life itself has become even more mysterious to me. I am even more clueless now about everything than I was back then. I've acquired some funny, some destructive habits. There are days when I keep wearing the same T-shirt even if it has a hole in it. I keep listening to the same song for months, even if it annoys people around me, and destroys something inside me. I can't sit still and always need either a camera or a cigarette in my hand. I guess I need to have a camera always by my side, because it detaches myself from me, giving me a third-person perspective of the world, of my life. Life seems too overwhelming to be living and encountering everything on my own all the time. And cigarettes tend to put the mind on momentarily rest. I try to live from one moment of such acquired peace to another. I can't live wholly, going on pretending to have all of it in control. I've tried to stop dreaming, to be more pragmatic with life, with the unfair functioning of the world, but I can't get myself to it. I wish I could go to some sort of pawn shop and have my brain replaced with another brain they must be keeping in one of their many showcases at the shop. I wish there existed this kind of pawn shop somewhere.
I'm lost in the light, and I very much fear the darkness. I've lost my home/s, and there's nowhere I can go to. I've been a man on the move from the time I became a man.
Didn't I tell you last time about how I fear the pace of time, how the numbers of my age I'm heading to, scares me to the core? It's the same, probably even worse now.I sometimes foolishly try to put too much of my brain into thinking about the past, believing that I might be able to dig into some memories from my past life. Perhaps, (..contd. in comments)..
Why do we take photographs? Why is it that we, so consumed by our fleeting, mortal lives, pause to click a picture? Perhaps the answer lies in that very truth: because we are mortal. Our lives, these moments, everything around us is passing - and the photograph becomes our quiet attempt to hold what cannot be held. It is a fragment rescued from time’s relentless melt, proof that this face, this light, this moment once existed. “To collect photographs is to collect the world.” And maybe that’s all we’re trying to do - to cling to the world, to all that it has to offer, to whisper to ourselves: this matters.
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Write up by Madhav Rathi.
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Happy World Photography Day
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Background score and edit by @hayagroove
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Photo collection of @daya.sansare & @keshavrt37
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Rhythm of Mumbai 🚸
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Shot by @keshavrt37
Original score and edit by @hayagroove
Color Grade by @daya.sansare
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