Pictures and words

While walking in the kharibauli lanes , in old delhi, we came across these kids who were carrying something in 2-3 polybags.When we observe carefully , there were these small chicks inside...

This post is for the timelaps video, which was shot during my trip to haridwar. first , a small description of time laps photography. Time-lapse photography is a technique whereby the frequency at which film frames are captured (the frame rate) is much lower than that used to view the sequence. When played at normal speed, time appears to be moving faster and thus lapsing. it is actually a collection of photographs , shot at a perticular time interval.

Took this when we were in the spice market in Kharibauli,Delhi 6.The air was full of spices..the sound of sneezes and people coughing was in the chorus. But those sounds differentiated the people who belonged there and the people who came there either to shop or just to stroll.The ones who belonged there were quiet. so wts special about the picture ? the spices!? no ! look for the face of a lady in the dark, behind the gunny bags..got it ? So, i was walking and suddenly her face caught  me up ! i could see nothing else except her face and her expressions . i clicked it and captured that space-time in my cam .

It was the last day of my internship with HT, and i had to sigh off with the launch of my series on Delhi in HDR. i had made quite a collection of the photographs but wanted more... , Gurinder sir ( The national Photo Editor of Hindustan Times) suggested me to go to khari bauli area, next to Chandni Chawk."You will smell it " he said when i asked him about the directions, (the first time he gave me the same reply was when i asked him for the directions to the washroom in the HT office) so i accepted the reply instantly this time. I called Shanu bhiya , (one of my cool schoolmates who is now professionally into photography).We went to chandni chawk at first and then Khari bauli.(by smelling it). In the next posts , i will be posting some of the shots i took and some of my thoughts. :)

During the Last days second semester majors,  (the exams) ..i prepared a list...(Sukruti, wrote it for me).. a list on what all i am going to do in the summers... one of the content of that list was... "Delhi photo documentation".. now, during the last days of my end sem holidays, i have finally ticked that scribbled impression , on that piece of paper. the result? yes ... here it is.. http://www.hindustantimes.com/photos-news/Photos-India/june302012/Article4-881396.aspx?fb_ref=.T_ARlpz0ag8.like&fb_source=timeline

One day i was at India Gate with my friends ,we met after a year .It was about 9.00 pm all of us going back when i saw a man selling bubble making kits, he was blowing bubbles non stop standing in front of a spot light. I started clicking his pictures , he saw me but continued.For us this little source of entertainment is a means of earning for other, how much would he earn from that profession , but he was happy! afterall this all apni dilli is – dil waloon ki ! When leaving the place , i brought a kit from him as a respect i wanted to give him.

While travelling from gangtok to delhi, I had Reservation against cancellation (R.A.C) ticket .So , i had to share my seat with this beautiful young lady.She had the upper birth in R.A.C , But was sitting on another half on my birth which was folded to two seats. she looked arrogant yet was beautiful. I asked her to put some of her luggage to her upper birth , Man….the look she gave me after that…..reminded me of my headmistress of my highschool…..:) She pointed to the sign board just above her telling that half of my birth was hers till 10.00 pm i decided not to talk to her after that… I had my two friends paul and martin whom i met in darjeeling. journey was long , and we had nothing to do so we started playing “atlas” , you people must be knowing about it right?(its a place identifier game.)we started playing .After some minutes, another girl from the same coach(I later got to know that she was a chemistry teacher) joined us. Then an uncle…another aunty some time later....