Say “Cheeeeese”

Didn’t know what it was,what it intended to create. I had seen many pictures-sketched, embedded or sculptured as a piece of stone art. But when I saw the first photograph, a black & white one, from the eighty’s , it was amazing. How easily one grabs the emotions and smiles into something real & proven! But, every photograph may not guarantee the true notion. Some may have been forced while some unintentional.

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Yeah, the first photograph had instilled in me, the urge. Since then, my passion had always been clicking and breathing photography. Definitely, I won’t be arguing  with anyone, of whether I am the best one in the lot, but I am confident of making it satisfactory for my clients. Right , from that day, I have been seeing, experimenting, and grilling my camera-handling skills. Now, I am forty-five, yet I still, don’t call myself a perfectionist. For one, perfection maybe the river-bed , while the snowy peaks could be the limit for another. So, in my eyes I have been my own contender, who has no such limits.

Right now, I have my own small studio, just fitting the two of us-me and a small kid who acts pretty well as my assistant. It hasn’t been long since I lost my home in the year-ending floods, which plundered all our belongings.I was on the very cutting edge , discovering myself and getting different roles and offers . My sweet little daughter had just started walking through the unending desert of knowledge. My wife, too was able to console herself, living with wide gasp of smile , after her past life had betrayed her throughout. But who knew , that our destiny would simply wipe us out from achieving something respectable.

I gathered no idea of the flood , wrecking havoc in my hometown, since I wasn’t in the city. By the time I reached my home, after a long hectic schedule, I couldn’t find any home left.  Whatever I had, was million ounces of water , and the woeful echoes of people alongside. Some had lost their parents, to siblings,  to being a widow and so on. The wrath had been so devastating that it looked like , there was no existence of mankind anywhere. All our houses, had been washed away. But I was late. I was late enough to see my family alive. Broken & battered , I was lost in the life’s most fearful dilemma.

With days, weeks and months passing by, I couldn’t saturate my grief and neither could I do it throughout my life. Yet life didn’t wait for me. After getting to know, the last few glimpses of this tragedy from a close-by friend, I had nothing left inside me- except repentance. Its been two decades, since I lost my “ones”- the only ones I had. Time has leaped. I have been clicking till now-faces happy, glee , tempting or dull. I received much appreciation for whatever I did.Though , there were no cease on criticisms as well.

But something keeps me peaceful amidst all the rush.

Every night, I look at that last family photograph, clicked years ago. I talk, smile , convey my applauses and experiences of the day to my beloved ones, up there .

For someone like me, who’s always captured and still going on clicking people , with wide jaws and cute smiles , my life has been a damn living-oxymoron.

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“A bit closer,… yeah , all good, …..okay ,so smile please….!!!!!”

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One thought on “Say “Cheeeeese”

  1. e também aceita Jesus como Salvador, e também enquanto repetidamente, e
    ter com Este aquela confraria tão gostosa e maravilhosa que nossos corações irão saltar dentro do peito, querendo explodir,
    mas melhor é que isso também acontecerá com
    coração do Os conteúdos dos artigos e também demais informações divulgadas no Doutíssima não devem substituir a orientação ou diagnóstico de profissionais de saúde ou outros especialistas.

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