Tuesday, December 29, 2015

The Kite

This morning, loud kite calls made me look out the window. There, I found two kites perched over one another, probably in an attempt to mate. After a short struggle to keep their balance on the flimsy branch they were on, the male flew away, leaving the female to roost atop that tree. (I'm not certain of their genders; their lack of sexual diamorphism is both pleasing and confusing.) When I saw that the kite wasn't going anywhere and was merely taking in her surroundings, I reached for my camera and sat crouched in my window, staring at her.

Kites are one of my favourite birds in Mumbai. They add a sense of untamed wilderness to this noisy place, cutting through the traffic and crows with their piercing, predatorial calls. I first fell in love with this bird after rescuing one off Band Stand five years ago, and watching their numbers rise before my eyes ever since excites me. But they've always been birds that I'm in awe of, that I respect and gawk at. They have a domineering presence that one can't ignore. However, watching this particular kite today for an extended period of time, made me see a side of their personality I didn't know existed.

Kites are curious, distracted fellows, highly capable of looking utterly confused.
(The number of anthropomorphism sins in that statement would appall any scientist.)

This kite sat upon her tree, turning her head to look at every single thing that moved around her. Dragonflies, ruffling leaves, flying crows and sudden bursts of traffic. She twisted her head in every direction and seemed to take notice of me hiding behind my camera as well. She looked just  like a cat would if you dangled several pieces of string around its head. In those twenty minutes, the kite went from looking large and majestic, to looking adorable and ponderous. I used to think the only thing on a kite's mind must be trying to look intimidating, but now, I realize they look intimidating despite all that goes on in their curious minds.



Friday, November 27, 2015

Fiend.

This is what dysmenorrhea looks like. A tangled mess of what is supposed to be the sweetness of life and the propagation of the human race, painted over a dark chocolate brownie with my unmatched imprecision.



Dear Uterus,
I try to live with you, but you're making this hard. Why don't you team up with the appendix and coccyx and take a long vacation until evolution kicks in?
Love?
Ishika

Saturday, October 31, 2015

Khotachi Wadi

Last weekend, Chikoo and I visited Khotachi Wadi, a quaint lane near Charni Road, Mumbai. We went there looking for street art and ended up discovering brightly coloured homes and a scattered clutter of cats. It was one of those spots that has innumerable photos waiting to be taken, and I could keep going back to find new subjects to capture. 











Find Chikoo's photos from our outing here.

The Photowalk-Buddy Guide

Photowalking is walking around with a camera, hoping to find interesting subjects to capture. It involves being stared at by pedestrians, squatting in tiny alleyways, holding up pavement traffic, drawing attention from moving vehicles and walking up to faces filled with character and asking politely (or awkwardly) if they would mind being photographed.

The first serious photowalk I recall having was in 2010 with a close friend of mine- Shreya (affectionately, Chikoo). We took pictures of fruit vendors, children playing in the street, gola stalls, stray dogs and parked cycles. Although at the peak of our amateur-ness, we discovered that company adds to the experience of a photowalk much more than music streaming through earphones does. That was the first time we got images that seemed to reek of the city and its spirit. We pledged to photograph together more often, and we did. 
In April’14, clothed in identical shirts, we walked in and around College Street, Kolkata, taking pictures of rickshaw wallahs, booksellers, coffee shops, narrow lanes with rustic doors, vendors reading newspapers and tea stalls piled high with terracotta cups. Our cameras were spoiled with more subjects to capture per square foot than ever before, and we had the time of our lives.


Chikoo isn’t the only person I’ve photographed with. Over the past three years, I’ve met others who are good photographers and have tried to collaborate with some of them for projects or casual walks, yet something always seemed amiss. There should be more to a companion than their presence and fancy DSLR. After much thought and another hassle-free, enjoyable outing with the round-nosed Chikoo, I feel equipped to discuss the makings of an ideal photowalk buddy. Here they are.

The Makings of an Ideal Photowalk Buddy:

Ego? What ego?
This is the most important rule in my book. Once together and outside, neither you nor your companion should let pride or ego leak into the picture. Setting out to take photos is not about proving who's a better photographer or whose camera is better. Arguments like 'does Canon trump Nikon' or 'is Daylight a better mode to shoot in than Shade' should be kept for informal moments shared over mint tea. While on the streets, you and your buddy are equals and this mentality should come naturally.

Respect each other and watch rainbows fill the sky.
If your buddy undermines your photography skills or gives you constant grief about your composition, angles and light settings, you're bound to lose confidence in yourself and interest in the project. Find someone who respects your skills, provides constructive criticism when needed and supports your efforts. 

Jibber the photowalking jabber.
Photowalking involves long periods of time between pictures when you will wander on foot until you find something else to photograph. It's important to have a companion who you can talk to in these moments. Someone who makes more than small talk and who you're comfortable spending long hours with. No matter how perfect in every other sphere, being with someone you don't fundamentally get along with can unravel your entire checklist. 

Look for common interests and explore them together.
It's always good to have a partner who finds similar subjects appealing for photography because it allows you to plan trips more efficiently and make the most of each one. Forcing a partner to accompany you to a place they find dull would result in fewer pictures and several instances where one of you stands idle in the background, waiting for the other to finish. Photowalks are most exciting when you gasp at the same ram-shackled building or stop to get a better look at the same sign board. You will also find yourselves discovering interesting subjects that the other one overlooked, and, these could often turn out to be the gems of your walk.

Every street is a classroom, and every student is a teacher.
You can never know everything there is to know about photography. Each person discovers new facets to the art form and creates their own niche and style within that world. No matter how alike your personalities, you will always have something to learn from another photographer. Finding a buddy who you can learn from and share your own knowledge with is healthy and leads to both of you growing into better photographers over time.

Yes, dear. Lovely. Move back a bit.
Even though you aren't alone, composing and setting up your photograph should be an individual activity and not something that is affected by your partner's presence. Hearing what he/she has to say and considering their inputs can be productive, but whether and how you choose to use them is up to you. The picture you envision should be yours and your buddy should allow you the liberty to go about it in your own way.

Mi casa not su casa.
While your partner needs to respect your style and personal space, he/she shouldn't replicate it. Exploring each other's perspectives can open your eyes to certain things you didn't see before, but it shouldn't lead to both your view-points merging into one. Just like good writing, good photography comes from the uniqueness you bring to it with your own heart, not solely from the influences around you.

Take your seats and work on the walk.
Taking pictures is just phase-one of a photowalk. Once you're back in your respective homes, you're faced with the task of going through all your photos, choosing which ones are best, deciding how you want to display them and figuring out which ones need to be tweaked or cropped. I've found that having a buddy you can share your raw images with helps enormously. It gives you a better idea of how good a picture really is, what you can do to make it better and opens your eyes to the pictures that you really shouldn't upload anywhere. Find someone who will critique your work and appreciate you when it's due. Having their support right to the very end is what will make them worth holding on to.
  
How would you rate us?
Discuss your experience after every outing with your partner and constantly work toward making your next one better and more productive. Learn from your mistakes and be honest enough to point out what went wrong. Try to find solutions to any problems that spring up. Don’t let little issues fester within you; keep it transparent and your relationship as co-walkers will blossom with every step you take.

Discovering the right person to work with is not always a cake walk. And, even when you find that person, it may not be perfect. Things could be rocky at start before they ease into what you’re looking for. The trick is to not give up on your potential buddy (without genuine reason). If you share the same interests and get along like dark chocolate in coffee, stick together and eventually, pieces of the puzzle will begin to fall in place. My photo buddy has helped me grow as a photographer and I’m sure yours will too. Co-walking not only betters your skills, it keeps you focussed and doesn’t let you slack off. Find the right person and you’ll never want to walk alone again.

*Eye of the Tiger plays as this post stomps away into the sunset*

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

The Bhel Walah

Just over two weeks ago, I was walking down Hill Road in Bandra and saw the bhel walah I often go to. I gave into temptation and asked him for a plate of pani puri. It had been over two months since I was in the city and it was delicious to indulge in my favourite street food again. Three puris in, I noticed a small 12x12inch solar panel board resting on his cart. Intrigued, I asked him about it and he said, "Haan, yahan kaafi dhoop milti hai."

I took a picture of his proud panel and tweeted it.

Moments later, my phone beeped, notifying me about a couple of retweets. I was glad more people were sharing this. What I didn't expect was just how much people would respond to this one man's thoughtfulness. A handful of retweets catapulted into a whole brigade of them and I constantly had notifications and responses to that one particular tweet all day long. Some people even posted it on other social media where they got several responses as well. I was amazed by how many people this man had impressed with one simple device.


When people began asking me questions about the bhel walah and his choices, I decided to go back and talk to him once more. I also wanted him to know about the little ripple he had created among those who cared.  So, yesterday, I walked up to his little cart on Hill Road and had a chat with him over only-slightly-spicy pani puri.

Rakesh Gupta is from Uttar Pradesh. His family has a farm back home that derives almost all its energy from solar panels. The ones back home, he says, are huge in comparison to the little plate he carries on his cart. They use that energy for heating and lighting and for running their phones and TV. The one on his cart helps him charge his phone battery on the go and gives him the power he needs for lighting. He says that it's relatively easier to set up these panels in a village or farm where there are vast expanses of land. He feels that most people don't install panels on buildings and other places in the city due to fear of branches and other heavy objects falling on the glass chips and breaking them. Pointing at the roof of St. Stanislaus High School, he said that the school has done good by installing solar panels somewhere inside. A newspaper reporter discovered his solar panels one day and came by to take a photo of him with them. He joked about how he was made to pose and with the panels, after agreeing to connect the cart's bulb to them. 

What strikes me most about Rakesh is that he is a very, very cool cucumber. He knows he's saving money with those panels, he knows people are interested and he knows that we would all do a lot better if we followed suit. Yet, he quietly goes about his day, cracking into delicate puris and charging his phone with sunlight. When I look back, I don't think I've ever seen him looking anxious or stressed out, even when he's running three orders behind with several people standing around him impatiently. He talks to everyone warmly and doesn't hesitate to reply no matter what you ask him about. That man always seems happy.

If you live around Bandra, I would suggest paying him a visit. Even if it's just for a plate of bhel. His is, after all, one of the few places left in the area that still charges 20 rupees a dish.

Monday, September 28, 2015

Like, Totally.

I’m seated at a Krispy Kreme outlet in Bandra with an ice tea and an Original Glaze® doughnut. I do not like Krispy Kreme because everything here is too sweet. I’m fairly sure they have some kind of irrevocable contract with a sugarcane farm and they’re trying to do away with their excess sugar one customer at a time. I’m not sure whether to drown the taste of my doughnut with the ice tea or the other way around.

While I sit here putting my gums and teeth at risk, two girls gossip at the next table. Now, I avoid gossip like the plague, but if it is shoved down my ears at take-notice decibels, I can’t help but absorb it. A victim of eavesdropping, if you may.

These two girls are not happy. They have been hurt, right in the depths of their fragile hearts, by some ‘chick’. I don’t know who she is, but they most certainly do NOT like her. She refuses to go out with them and they just cannot get what her problem is. The topic swiftly moved on to a boy whose name I have forgotten. Perhaps that’s for the best, considering some of the things they said. 

“I deleted him from my facebook, but like, he just added me right back. Like, HELLO, who do you think you ARE?” 
(Her words, not mine.)

Ah, my fleeting glances have been noticed. I bet I’ll be the subject of their conversation once they leave.
 “Jeez, what was with that girl? Like, who wears kurtas that loose? And with those crumbly shoes! I bet the way she dresses is why she’s sitting all alone eating doughnuts.”
 (My words, not hers.)

If this is what these girls are like when they’re full of sugar, I shudder to think of what they’re like on an empty stomach. 

KRISPY KREME
Keeping teenage vengeance at bay.

Oh, they’re leaving. Goodbye tiger print pants and orange tank top. It was a pleasure.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Be My Guest

I've heard of people nosing into other people's businesses, but I've never heard of anyone poking their business up other people's noses.

That's just what my intra-nasal guest, Spatter the pimple, has been doing. He took up residence in my right nostril three days ago and has been keeping me up at night ever since. (Yes, he. Women generally aren't this awful to me.) Imagine getting a spider bite. Now imagine pinching the bite until it swells up. Finally, imagine a heavy dog sitting on that bite and drooling all over it. That's what this feels like, inside my nose.
Spatter was also nice enough to visit me on the same day ol' Cold did. (She's like an annoying childhood friend who stays for a few days every now and again because cutting her out of your life isn't as easy as you thought it would be.) I now can't blow my nose without yelling Bloody Mary and he's taken up so much room in there, I can't even get my not-so-stubby fingers in. After many a tissue experiment, I've resigned to letting my right nose clog up and drag my head down with the weight it's carrying.


If you see a faint glimmer of red from a bulbous object when you look out the window, it's me.

Friday, June 26, 2015

Animals of Ranthambore


Male sambar deer




Langur


Spotted deer




Domestic pig(let)


 Marsh Crocodile


Lizard


Human being


Wild boar





Male nilgai



Indian gazelle



Monitor lizard



Female sambar deer



Birds of Ranthambore


Magpie robin



Jungle babler


Peacocks displaying


Black/king drongos


Redwattled lapwing


Redvented bulbul


Large egret


Brahminy starling



Tree pie


Chestnut-shouldered petronia



Painted stork


Stone curlew (Thickney)



Collared owl


Owlets


Paradise flycatcher


Common peafowl




Roseringed parakeets


Pitta (Navrang)


Blackwinged stilt


Hawk cukoo