Lum-PEN

In a sense, I'm a Lumpen - often displaced people who have been cut off from the socioeconomic class with which they would ordinarily be identified. Photography, indeed is an expensive passion in terms of both time and money. But sometimes, sudden spontaneous thoughts bloom into soothing compositions. Lets get back in time from modern pens to the ancient ones.

Ball point pen

This photograph was taken at a village primary school which I visited with my friend Subhamay Mitra, who is a teacher in that school. The irony of the experience is that I was sitting inside the a terribly small room called the staff room and this student was attending his class just outside at the verandah. But still, this composition seemed to me, the best photographic presentation of Education.

Fountain pen

This one is one of the most common compositions on time and memory. Tried this for the first time. I was amazed with the performance of my new 75-300 mm lens. Such a shallow depth of field. The nib of the pen and the year 2012 on the diary page were barely a couple of inch apart.

Feather tip pen

I've no idea whether this is a good composition or not. I don't even want to induce a story to this one, although I have one in my mind. I just loved the colour.

Experi-Mental

It was a sudden thing though not accidental. I was trying to capture a profile of my buddy Pranoy Bhattacharya. He suddenly aimed his camera at me. Through my viewfinder I found myself reflected on the front of his lens. Couldn't spare a moment. You can see Pranoy's eyes at the top of the frame. Call it a self portrait or not, it was a first time experience for me.

Monsoon Mileage

I've been away from the viewfinder for quite a bit of time. But a few days ago I was talking to someone about why I stayed back in Kolkata instead of returning back to Delhi to my old job. Believe it or not, the real cause was snapshots of Kolkata in a Bengali movie named 'Madly Bangali'. I remember myself shouting loudly at the exit staircase of Nandan movie hall right after seeing the movie: "I'm not going back to Delhi".

As promised in the intro of this 'Kamara syndrome', I'm introducing another of my friends, Sanghamitra. She called me up last Saturday after midnight and literally ordered me to plan a small outing the next day. Well, we made no plans and that's what made the trip good. This image is the first one I took that day. A I bet, anyone can say which city is this although the characteristics of the city are out of focus. With the Yellows, Blues and Yellow-Maroon combinations, it is a real easy guess. Indeed, Monsoon was the mileage behind this photograph.