Rajiv Chopra

A Gypsy, Bismillah & Esmerelda The Spider Sit With Yama At The Vaitarna

The Magic Frame: Choose Your Company

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Company….or…. Company…

Like many of you may have done before, you would have gone on holiday with friends. When you go on holiday with friends, you choose your friends well.

There are friends with whom you can have a beer on a Friday. No, I should not have mentioned beer, as I am not allowed to have it more than once a month for a while. However, there are those with whom you can have a beer on a Friday.

There those with whom you can go on holiday. The two can mix, but not all the time.

There are friends with whom you can go on a holiday, and there are friends with whom you can go on a photography trip.

The two don’t often mix, as I learned from my own experiences.

I did go off for trips with a friend, and to save money, we would share a room. Sadly, he would stay up, watching TV till 2am, knowing that we would have to wake up at 4 am, to shoot the sunrise. On the last trip that we made, he was so tired towards the end, that he slept all the way back to Delhi, with me growling at the wheel. Growling impotently, I may add.

The point is very simple.

Going for a photography trip is quite different from going on a ‘holiday’, no matter what your partner might say. It is more like a working holiday.

It is important that you enjoy each other’s company, and it is equally important that you realise that you need to get out there, and photograph.

Another friend was only interested in eating all the local delicacies, and photography sometimes had to wait. In the end, I politely told him that he would have to eat alone, and I would meet him back at the hotel.

Unless the local foods are part of the agenda, and very often they should be, it is important not to make them the whole agenda. Unless, of course, that is what you want.

A wonderful trip that I made last year, was a solo car trip into the Central Part of India. This was real fun, and too short. However, given the fact that you can get into a bit of trouble if your car breaks down in the middle of the village areas, it is good to have a companion who does not flap his jaw in panic, and can be of good, practical help!

What I realised that, it is important to do a due diligence on your friends, and to make sure that you are aligned on the purpose of the trip, what you hope to achieve, and what you believe is a good balance between aimless fun and photographic fun.

If you don’t do this, then the possibility that you return with missed opportunities increases. The possibility that you will return with a foul mood increases.

Do the due diligence.

 

 

Monochrome Madness:Close up

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For this week’s challenge of Monochrome Madness, we were asked to go with the theme, “Close Up”

I did think of going with macros, and close ups of faces, but decided to take a different approach

I was bang in the centre of this crowd, and three times, I was squeezed by the stampede. I have mentioned earlier, that the third time this happened, I was ejected into a gutter, and was lucky I landed feet first.

But, if you want to get a feel of what a crowd looks like, look at the picture carefully. I had raised the camera above my head when I took this shot.

Young Love. A Story In Parts

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After I posted this, a young lady who goes by the moniker, Looney Bitch, asked me if I would start a story about this, and she agreed to write the next episode in the comments, and then suggested that we try and make this a collaborative story – by all those who wish to add in a bit.

Let’s see how this goes.

Preamble: The Jantar Mantar in Delhi, is an observatory in Delhi, that was built by the Maharaja Jai Singh of Jaipur. He built four or five of these, in Jaipur, Mathura, Delhi and Varanasi. the one in Mathura seems to have disappeared.

Young Love: A Story In Parts

Their love was destined. It seemed almost as though they had been born for each other. They fell in love almost as soon as they saw each other. Besotted, they sought each other’s company out at every available opportunity. They discussed marriage. Their parents were supportive, their friends were supportive, and there did not seem to be a speck in the sky that would ruin this.

She was a sporty girl, and Ira was her name. He was more studious, and Jay was his name. Yet, the differences in their interests did not matter. No, not at all. In fact, they revelled in their different interests, and supported each other. Their parents were happy for them, as were their friends. A simple marriage was planned. Neither came from a rich family, and all they wanted, was a simple marriage with close friends and family around, to bless them. They were set for a very happy, married life.

The end, you would say, to a rather trite love story. The end, you would say, as this story was about to become rather cloying in it’s sickly sweetness. Marriage, kids, grand children. They would do well in life, and become solid, respectable citizens, who would be a model of a happy marriage, and an example to us all.

This is the end, sang Jim Morrison. This is the end. 

The end of the story, you say? Think again, my friends. Think again. Why would I start this story, if it were to be so tame and predictable?

The Dispatches of Hira Singh: Hermann Said.

“Why, of course, the people don’t want war. Why would some poor slob on a farm want to risk his life in a war when the best that he can get out of it is to come home in one piece. Naturally, the common people don’t want war; neither in Russia nor in England  nor in America, nor for that matter in Germany. But, after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy or a fascist dictatorship or a Parliament or a communist dictatorship….

Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same way in any country.”

Hermann Goering, as told to Gustav Gilbert during the Nuremberg trials.

Ladies and gentlemen, before you proceed, read the above quote. Then, read it again, and ponder upon it.

There is much human insight in that statement, and a perverse wisdom and shrewdness in it.

Our natural reaction would be to curse Goering, and call him something like a Nazi pig. But, hold on, I say. Hold your horses. Hira Singh, my old friend, would ask you to pause, consider and ponder.

Propaganda is nothing new. It is just that, with the advent of media – traditional and social – the messages have become more intrusive, if you may.

As the world has become a busier place, we find ourselves stretched for time. Gone are the quills and ink with which we would write. Gone are the long letters, in elegant hand.

This has been replaced by byte sized communication, and we often do not have the time to pause and think. We react emotionally.

Back home, in India, Prime Minister Modi said, “Good Days are coming…” We voted him to power. We were in a mad rush to get anyone but the Congress.

Indira Gandhi, in the seventies, spoke about “Roti, Kapda air Makaan” – “Food, Clothing and Shelter”. Yet, almost half a century on, we have possibly the highest rate of malnutrition and homelessness in the world.

We worry about cow slaughter, and not about the humans who would die of starvation.

In the US, George Bush sent American troops to Iraq, and Obama spoke about “Change we can trust”.

We need an enemy, it seems, to distract us. We need Pakistan, as they need us, so that the leaders can divert attention to the well being of people.

The same, it seems, applies to Putin.

We are on the road, worrying about the traffic, and the piled up WhatsApp messages. Do we have the time to think?

Leaders need propaganda – whether they are corporate leaders, or political leaders.

Let me go back to school. I was in St Joseph’s College in Nainital, and we were nicknamed ‘Sem’, because our school was a seminary in the 1880’s

Our rival school was, is, Sherwood.

We would have inter-school matches at the Flats. The “Flats”, by the way, have been ruined by tourists and converted into a giant parking lot.

Anyway, we would have the school boys practising the “Go Man Go… SJC” chant right up to the match, so that the footer team could be cheered on. It was wild, and it was fun.

Replace the cheering crowds at a school match, or a Manchester United match, and put them into  corporate situation, or when they cheer Trump or Modi or Putin or anyone else.

Goering was not that far off, I think.

What say ye, Hira Singh, my friend?

 

 

The Magic Frame: Where Shall You Stand?

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Like in all things, street photography involves choices. When you are shooting something special (and, I will use the word ‘special’) like the lath-maar Holi, the choices become even more acute.

The spectacle of the women whacking the men is, I think, best photographed from a height. The crowds around the women whacking the men are difficult to photograph from street level. You are being constantly shoved around, and the lathis (let’s just call them bamboo poles) are moving fast all the time.

However, it is difficult to get a place up on top, and these gents were content to stay where they were. it kept them clean, and it gave them a decent bird’s eye view of what they were photographing. However, they could only photograph the narrow area of the street that they were stationed on, and missed the action that was happening below.

They missed the sight of people shoving, sitting under stalls, and the male-Krishna actors teasing the ladies, prior to the whacking.

On the other hand, they did not get caught in a stampede three times like I did, or feel the breath being squeezed out of them. Neither did they get shoved into a gutter like I did. However, that is part of the game.

You really cannot have it all. Sometimes, like in Nandgaon, I could go up and down, and that was brilliant.

The action here, unlike most street photography shoots that I have been on, is fast. It is really fast. No one stops, smiles and says, “Kind sir, please take the photograph that you are looking for.”

Neither do the players freeze for you, while you photograph them. The success rate can be as low as 5%, but do those 5% make up for the rest.

It is about choices.

Maybe,  next time in Barsana, I will go to the rooftop

Removing The Cobwebs: Crawford Marke

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Crawford Market, Bombay

 

Removing the cobwebs revealed this old picture of Crawford Market in Bombay. You can see the scratches of the film.

I shall not remove them. I shot this one, using my beloved Olympus OM-2n. Brilliant camera.

The market is now called Jyotirao Phule Market, officially. However, if you want to get there, ask for Crawford Market. That is what everyone calls it.

It is a fascinating market, and one of the landmarks of Bombay.

Monochrome Madness- Young Love

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I shot this in Jantar Mantar (and I forgot to remove the time stamp!), in Delhi.

This was shot using 100 ISO black and white film – Kodak

I added a brown tint using Topaz B&W effects. I dodged the man in the shadows, and added a slight vignette

My First You Tube Video

I uploaded my first ever YouTube video.

This video was shot while standing on a crumbling wall, in Vrindavan, during the Holi celebrations. Lazy me has just sorted the pictures out now.. Damn…

I had climbed up on a crumbling wall, and I shot this using my phone. Over the next year, I will use my Coolpix to do this. However, I could not do so two weeks ago, as the crowds were quite heavy, and I did not have a spare bag for the Coolpix.

Anyway, I discovered:

  1. I spoke in a sing-song voice… This has to be corrected!
  2. I have no clue about editing videos. Blimey! More stuff to learn!

Good, bad, ugly or sing-song, here it is!

The Dispatches Of Hira Singh – Albert Said.

The world is a dangerous place. Not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it”………   Albert Einstein

There is not much that I can do to dispute this statement, or even to start to become a Devil’s advocate to this statement.

To be honest, while I agree with what he says, I don’t think that I really understand the full reasons for this. So, for those who are willing to start a conversation on this topic, let’s go.

Passion, I think, is what drives us.

Sometimes, this passion is manifested in “bright light”. Artists, writers, inventors through the ages have used their passion to create marvellous things.

Researchers have helped us fight disease, to understand ourselves, and the universe.

We admire heroes like Alexander The Great. We detest dictators like Hitler.

Alexander was a hero. Was he? He was a great warrior king, but could not create an empire. He was driven by the passion to conquer. This comes with killing.  His soldiers were driven by his passion.

What helped people like Hitler come to power, and to wreck the world?

Why do we, in India, remember Mountbatten, despite the fact that he did much to wreck India, and forget Lord Wavell who tried to prevent the chaos that ensued in 1947?

Mountbatten was a man of society, and related to royalty. I am sure his intentions were not evil, however, he (along with Nehru, Jinnah… ) helped unleash a holocaust that saw hundreds of thousands killed. Neighbours turned against neighbour, as centuries of friendship were broken by the hate of religion?

Why does this evil persist today?

Why aren’t there more people protesting?

Do we want to avoid harm? Do we want to get out of the way, because ‘it does not concern us’? Does fear drive us? Does indifference drive us?

Do we allow propaganda to rule us? If so, how are we better than those of 150 years back? Despite the fact that we have more information than people did have 150 years back, our behaviour has not changed all that much?

Has it?

Why do we stand by passively?

Do you have the answer?

 

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