Tag: DSLR

of stupefication and stupefixation

You know how uneasy I was yesterday about how I had been feeling since mister left? Someone at work told me today that these feelings are a bit like a fever. You obviously don’t like it but it’s like your body is trying to fight an infection – so it’s basically a good thing because the only way to get better is to stay sick.

Holy Frankenfuck!

I was stupefied at how silly she sounded and how much she rambled, but I think her basic point was that I should just suck it up coz life isn’t really fair and to whine about your own whining is, well, retarded and pointless.

So I decided to just whine when I feel like it and not beat myself up about it. And then I decided to take up a new fixxation – something I can completely immerse myself in while I can’t indulge in my original obsession.

I have been toying with the idea of taking up Samba lessons for a while now, but no dance school in Delhi teaches it. (Why the fuck not?) Did I tell you that dance is my favorite art form?

Photography is a close second and an obvious intuitive choice.

(Okay, there might have been a nudge or two from Michelle and Indian Girl in that direction, but in my defense I bought the camera first!)

Anyway, enough said. I clicked these pics today. They’re nothing like the amazing stuff Michelle does with her camera, but I hope you like them!

Meet Sugar. She's a crossbred. Mister adopted her six years ago. Btw, I hate it when people buy fancy high-bred dogs. Why not give these strays a home?
Meet Sugar. She’s a crossbred. Mister adopted her six years ago. Btw, I hate it when people buy fancy high-bred dogs. Why not give these strays a home?
My bookshelf. Okay one of the shelves on one of my bookshelves. I have two!
My bookshelf. Okay one of the shelves on one of my bookshelves. See anything you’ve read?
What does it look like? It's just a candle!
What does it look like? It’s just a candle!
A flower in the temple. In case you didn't know, Indians usually have a small temple inside their homes where they house deities. Also, FYI - I am not an idol worshipper. Mom is!
A flower in the temple. In case you didn’t know, Indians usually have a small temple inside their homes where they house deities. Also, FYI – I am not an idol worshipper. Mom is!
Flowers in our balcony. At this point I had learned to play with the focus.
Flowers in our balcony. At this point I had learned to play with the focus. Doesn’t the other flower look like it’s a mirror image?
The same flower captured at night. Like an hour ago!
The same flower captured at night. Like an hour ago! Quick Tip: IST = UTC + 5.5 hours

As you can probably tell, I have (ab)used a DSLR before, but since I can’t focus with my mind, I shall learn to do it with a camera!