Wednesday, 15 February 2017

View #1 Save the Camera

I think an introduction is in order.
I present to you, "View". A series to take you behind the scenes with me, and write down specific memories I have, in relation to certain photographs of mine up on
I aim to tell you the things that were happening around me exactly as I clicked this shot.

Hope you like this series!

Mussoorie, Uttarakhand, India
June 2015
Camera used: Sony Alpha Nex5
I was walking back to the hotel after a leisurely stroll in and around the Tibetan Market of Mussoorie, which I've often compared to the one and only Sarojini Nagar Market in New Delhi.

I heard thunder, and I fastened my pace.

Suddenly, I see shopkeepers ensuring their carts are covered with blue tarpaulin, and sure enough, hear the sudden and heavy downpour of the rain on canvases. The sound was amplified due to the increasing number of canvases getting affected by it, the rain rapidly falling on every shop in sections as the clouds hurriedly scattered to cover the entire area in a blanket of rosy purple.

I looked up, and saw what you can see in this picture.
Well, not exactly.
I knew to get the perfect shot, I had to run ahead and give myself some time ahead of the fast-approaching rain. So, I did just that.

I ran ahead and turned around.
Aimed the camera towards the sky, clicking on the shutter rapidly.

"Beta! Open your umbrella or you'll spoil your camera!" shouts an elderly shopkeeper from across the road. And soon enough, as soon as I dropped my arms and brought the camera to a rest, heavy drops of water splashed on my nose, then my head, and reached my hands.

The only editing done to this photograph is the cropping to build a nicer composition, and making the lamp on the right side slightly darker. The light in it was not on.

That's where I would have ended this post, but I know a lot of you would message me asking about what happened to my camera: It was fine, I always carry my weirdly small but spacious camera bag for these kind of situations.

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- Ragini Z. Anand

Wednesday, 1 February 2017

What I feel about the Bangalore-Molestation Situation

As a girl who has lived in New Delhi all her life, I have constantly berated the Capital for its crime rate, and its ability to make me feel so unsafe. Hearing echoes of statements like, "Beta, we'll drop you there, don't go out alone right now" through just the facial expressions of my relatives, I was always disgruntled by the lack of safety felt by my parents continually. I could sense the panic in the 6 missed calls on my phone, dialed again withing 30 seconds of the previous call. I could sense their defeated sigh and realization of hope after the last call and sending of the "call back asap" text, hoping, that I would come back home to them unharmed, physically and/or mentally, by the objectifying looks and scowls of uncivilized and desperate men and women (it's not just men that do harm; fake feminists, you've got to understand this).

I was always decently happy for girls and boys my age who lived in areas such as Mumbai and Bangalore, having heard repeatedly of the safety in those areas, the lack of fear even at so-and-so late at night.

There is always a but.

The happenings on New Years Eve in Bangalore, the video clips of CCTV cameras I've seen on television as apparent "insufficient evidence", the articles I've read and the thoughts that have continuously clouded my mind regarding what the victims would have gone through, have all baffled me. I know, that if the girls (and boys) who were out at "that time of the night", wearing the "kind of clothes" they were, were present where they were, they probably knew they were safe, they probably didn't expect this to happen, and they definitely didn't "deserve" what they "got".

Before someone with a rotted way of thinking reading this starts to type out a really long comment about how "wearing short clothes will entice men to act the way they do", I have two statements for you:
1. changing your behavior depending on what the other is wearing is the stupidest thing to do in a form of social interaction.
2. women (and men) who are "decently dressed" and "adequately covered" are ALSO harassed, completely disregarding your original view-point.

I know that by me saying things like "the government should punish those responsible, blah blah blah" nothing will change, but I know that my heart, along with millions others, goes out to all injured and scarred, physically and/or mentally because of the happenings of that particular evening, which is usually symbolic of a fresh start for many around the world.

- Ragini Zutshi Anand