“You’re not a photographer; you just have an
overpriced camera.” – One of the most dreaded criticism I fear. Looking back
two years ago, I marched down the aisle of the commencement exercise observing
people down the hall, feeling like a total stranger. It has always come to my
senses that the course I finished is nowhere near my interest. Needless to say,
I have a propensity for creativity that even I had barely understood except for
one person whom I owe a lot for inspiring me to unleash from my conspicuous ardour
towards art.
It’s nearly a year since I’ve started exploring
the world there is in photography and quite frankly, there’s nothing else that
comes close to the experience of seeing the breathtaking moments freeze into
action. In just one click of the shutter, those splendid split seconds are
stored as a capsule of memory.
Photography is about finding something
extraordinary out of ordinary places and instances; it records gamut of
emotions and human experiences, captures the beauty of Earth and remembers even
the petty details long after we have forgotten what’s in the picture. With much
consideration for my love of art and passion for life’s chronicles, photography
became an extraordinary adventure to savor the fleeting tick of the moment into
a memoir. The wonders that it embodies surely will fuel my enthusiasm to do
better in it no matter what the odds may be because if you do something with
love, then there’s no telling how far you will go.
Years from now I would look back and reiterate
my journey in photography as about exploring my own adventure and discovering
love along the way. That moment in time, I’d be proud to have proven that
indeed I am a photographer, with a priceless pilgrimage.
