I always used to find it simply amusing and at times irritating the way people pose for photos not when you are posing behind a wonderful scenery...but..take for instance you have achieved something great and you are receiving a medal of honour and shield from the golden hands of prime minister himself...you knew your name is going to be announced…yeah here is your name...you walk briskly with a smiling face and thumping heart towards PM, but he is busy taking the medal from the red velvet cloth covered plate...the lights almost blind you…now you are near him…you crane your neck the medal reaches your neck, you lift up your head again with smile and gratitude only to find the PM this time busy lifting the heavy shield…places it to your hand...he may say congrats…you would manage a feeble low thank you and again lit up your face with your smile...but sorry, now the PM is busy in looking at the photographer with a shield making you forcefully look at the same..click..he turns to look at you..you turn to look at him but whats this you don’t see his face but the face of another person straight behind waving very animatedly as if to say “come its time”...you walk past him and this cycle continues..Now you may ask like “what went wrong?”…I would reply “Everything went wrong”…PM was not giving you with real praise in his heart, he just gives away because he is invited nor the photographer ‘who actually should have captured the moment makes the moment capturable… the same thing happens whether you receive for standing first in class, or you manage to pass and receive your degree on graduation day or you receive Bharat Ratna…Its always the same crap…brisk walk, blinding lights, click ..Go…now who wants this...I could have very well received it in a courier...
Take for instance a marriage…there you find the height of this stupidity...the bride shouldn’t walk at a faster pace just because the photographer couldn’t capture her at a greater speed…slow m’am yeah now its good still slow would be better still…if she is feeling shy and walks looking the floor…m’am your face is not visible could you please lift up your head…for heavens sake she is feeling shy and this dumb idiot want her to feel shy with face looking up… finally kettu maelam kaetu maelam the groom lifts the mangal sutra...no no don’t expect he can tie it…he should have it little bit above the air...now the iyer won’t say ‘Kattungo!’..but the photographer would say…M’am your face little upwards...now ok sir...he should pose as if tying the mangal sutra even after tying the first knot sometimes...just because the photographer lost the moment because of all the confetti or he couldn’t do it because of too much crowd or photographer assistant was not able to bring in the focus light…so groom please pose as if you are tying…the joke still continues…the groom and the bride should exchange garlands, tumbler of milk, a handful of rice looking at the damn photographer..I wouldn’t be surprised if a bride says I say the photographer more than my groom on the marriage day...No, if you have heaved a sigh of relief please wait… now the bride enters her new home… she has to stumble upon a bowl of rice… she knows how to do it… but here is the voice…”don’t kick faster...kick slowly yeah..NO NO still have your leg yeah now fine...after this acrobatics and circus…she may have to look at the photographer for lighting the lamp and many many more times...god what a crap I find it quite amusing when people look at their marriage photo albums and still enjoy...and say “ this was when she was leaving the room...nice na”...what a crap!. Everything has been artificial through out…the beautiful shyness has been lost, the original looks on the face of people when the knot was tied was lost..lost!! lost!! Every moment has been lost!! …
Another instance…supposing you are state topper…be prepared for more stupidity than congrats around you…all newspaper people would line up at your home…sorry your mom and your father would also be involved in this stupidity…the shot is simple…your mom should take the cake and give it you, not easily but you should have your mouth OPEN, now your mom would place a quarter part of the cake in your mouth, don’t DARE to bite, look at the photographer first, your mom should also look at the photographer..CLICK!...the still is-'you looking at the photographer, your mom looking at the photographer with her hand placing a cake on your full open mouth'… same crap happens if you are celebrating a birthday and the same cake story…everything sacrificed for capturing the moment instead of actually enjoying the moment and let the photographer use his skill to take a good shot…
I will end with a true ‘sad story’. It was annual day in my school. My father sitting beside me and asking “Next is Rajiv class?”… Yeah my brother was class first in the annual exam and they are giving a small prize as a token of appreciation. The chief guest was the then collector of our district. My father has met him for many work related issues previously and in the home he used to say a lot about him. Clearly he was thrilled of my brother receiving prize from collector under whom he works. He kept on asking the same question “Is Rajiv class next?”...for the speaker system was not loud enough compared to the noise from audience…My father was restless he even once angrily said ” cha, why these people are noisy”…he was craning his neck leftwards, rightwards to get a look at the centre of stage…”Class IX, first rank, C.Rajiv”…my father has stood up by now… and he was telling me “ dei Rajiv da look”… I was already little disturbed of my brother receiving the prize, for I know that when my brother comes to my father with the prize he would ask me “ hmm when are you going to get one like this” with a smile (wicked smile for me)…I stood up unwantedly…the collector gave the prize to my brother, he touched his shoulder and said something…my father was out of bounds “ See!! see!! he is saying something to Rajiv”… My brother collected the prize and walked past the collector…My father was now just beaming and ushering people nearby “Please move” and together we went and received my brother as he was coming out from the back of the stage…My father took us to cool drink stall nearby bought both of us corn puffs, ice creams, and cool drinks (yeah these were difficult to get at those times…I knew people who gave sweet ground nuts as treat…) He asked my brother “Hey, what did the collector say to you”…My brother replied “ Look at the photographer”…
Take for instance a marriage…there you find the height of this stupidity...the bride shouldn’t walk at a faster pace just because the photographer couldn’t capture her at a greater speed…slow m’am yeah now its good still slow would be better still…if she is feeling shy and walks looking the floor…m’am your face is not visible could you please lift up your head…for heavens sake she is feeling shy and this dumb idiot want her to feel shy with face looking up… finally kettu maelam kaetu maelam the groom lifts the mangal sutra...no no don’t expect he can tie it…he should have it little bit above the air...now the iyer won’t say ‘Kattungo!’..but the photographer would say…M’am your face little upwards...now ok sir...he should pose as if tying the mangal sutra even after tying the first knot sometimes...just because the photographer lost the moment because of all the confetti or he couldn’t do it because of too much crowd or photographer assistant was not able to bring in the focus light…so groom please pose as if you are tying…the joke still continues…the groom and the bride should exchange garlands, tumbler of milk, a handful of rice looking at the damn photographer..I wouldn’t be surprised if a bride says I say the photographer more than my groom on the marriage day...No, if you have heaved a sigh of relief please wait… now the bride enters her new home… she has to stumble upon a bowl of rice… she knows how to do it… but here is the voice…”don’t kick faster...kick slowly yeah..NO NO still have your leg yeah now fine...after this acrobatics and circus…she may have to look at the photographer for lighting the lamp and many many more times...god what a crap I find it quite amusing when people look at their marriage photo albums and still enjoy...and say “ this was when she was leaving the room...nice na”...what a crap!. Everything has been artificial through out…the beautiful shyness has been lost, the original looks on the face of people when the knot was tied was lost..lost!! lost!! Every moment has been lost!! …
Another instance…supposing you are state topper…be prepared for more stupidity than congrats around you…all newspaper people would line up at your home…sorry your mom and your father would also be involved in this stupidity…the shot is simple…your mom should take the cake and give it you, not easily but you should have your mouth OPEN, now your mom would place a quarter part of the cake in your mouth, don’t DARE to bite, look at the photographer first, your mom should also look at the photographer..CLICK!...the still is-'you looking at the photographer, your mom looking at the photographer with her hand placing a cake on your full open mouth'… same crap happens if you are celebrating a birthday and the same cake story…everything sacrificed for capturing the moment instead of actually enjoying the moment and let the photographer use his skill to take a good shot…
I will end with a true ‘sad story’. It was annual day in my school. My father sitting beside me and asking “Next is Rajiv class?”… Yeah my brother was class first in the annual exam and they are giving a small prize as a token of appreciation. The chief guest was the then collector of our district. My father has met him for many work related issues previously and in the home he used to say a lot about him. Clearly he was thrilled of my brother receiving prize from collector under whom he works. He kept on asking the same question “Is Rajiv class next?”...for the speaker system was not loud enough compared to the noise from audience…My father was restless he even once angrily said ” cha, why these people are noisy”…he was craning his neck leftwards, rightwards to get a look at the centre of stage…”Class IX, first rank, C.Rajiv”…my father has stood up by now… and he was telling me “ dei Rajiv da look”… I was already little disturbed of my brother receiving the prize, for I know that when my brother comes to my father with the prize he would ask me “ hmm when are you going to get one like this” with a smile (wicked smile for me)…I stood up unwantedly…the collector gave the prize to my brother, he touched his shoulder and said something…my father was out of bounds “ See!! see!! he is saying something to Rajiv”… My brother collected the prize and walked past the collector…My father was now just beaming and ushering people nearby “Please move” and together we went and received my brother as he was coming out from the back of the stage…My father took us to cool drink stall nearby bought both of us corn puffs, ice creams, and cool drinks (yeah these were difficult to get at those times…I knew people who gave sweet ground nuts as treat…) He asked my brother “Hey, what did the collector say to you”…My brother replied “ Look at the photographer”…
how very true , my brother.
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