A few – many – years back, when my hair still had some decent amount of black, and the girls looked at me with awe and admiration, I went through a phase in life in which I listened to some tapes by Osho Rajneesh. He was the Godman, who moved from being a teacher (of sorts) of history, to a very successful Godman. He died in Oregon, the owner they say, of 96 Rolls-Royce cars. Not bad.
Anyway, there were a few tapes of that time that impressed me. One is titled in my native Punjabi, but I will come back to that one later.
The other three were titled “Death”, “Creativity” and “Boredom”. I was particularly impressed with the one on death, but I have almost completely forgotten the content.
Let’s move to Boredom. There was a line in this, where he says that the reason why we keep repeating a mantra (we ‘jup a mantra”) or count rosary beads, is to to bore the living shit out of us. At some point, if we are diligent enough, we are driven so completely mad with boredom that we ‘break on through to the other side” (with due apologies to The Doors), and we find salvation – Nirvana – or whatever you choose to call it.
Some religious folks may disagree, but I think that there is some merit in this. Not everyone understands the meaning behind each Mantra, or they understand it differently; and not everyone is sensitive to the vibrations of the mantras. I, for one, am like a block of lead in this respect.
However, let’s go back to boredom.
Sometimes, when I think back on my photographic journey, I do acknowledge that I have progressed. My style has evolved over the years, and I think that I am not too bad a photographer now. There is miles to go, I know, before I sleep. That is the beauty of photography.
Yet, there are times when I look at my photographs, and go, “Humph, what a boring load of shit…. I have to be the most boring photographer in existence.” No, I am not looking for plaudits here, or readers saying, “Come one dude, you are good. Don’t beat yourself up…”
Yes, I do look back and say, what a lot of crock. So, while a year back, I may have liked 50% of what I shot, I now like 5%.
Then, I ask myself, what more can I do? Can I see better? Can I lose some weight, so that I can bend down and look at better angles? Do I need to copy those who’s photographs look Photoshopped out of reality? How can I express myself better? What boundaries can I push, and what new frontiers can I tread on?
Will I always succeed? No.
But, can I push the edge of boredom? Possibly.
So, I ask you, gentle reader: what drives you forward?
NB:- The design for The Magic Frame was created by a genius known as Michelle Marie